The rain continued to fall, a long and steady autumn shower, and after a few minutes Jigano sat back from his puddle-catcher. Though the water had filled it as he had hoped it now began to trickle a steady stream over the edges of some of the carved leaves, the drops from the sky sending so many ripples over the surface that there was nothing to be seen but dancing shadows for the moment.
As he raked long hair back from his face and reached to retie it into a neater (though soaking wet) tail of silver a familiar shadow caught the corner of his eye. A shadow and... a light? "Maea?" he called quietly, though the rainsong of the woodlands and the calls of damp birds hiding beneath leaves made the Wildwood anything but silent. "I didn't expect... well, anyone except perhaps one of the Fae," he admitted ruefully. "What brings you out here? And... how are you doing?" It had been a little while since he'd seen her last, and though his own life had been quiet of late he was sure she had several adventures to relate if the light bobbing along beside her was any indication. "Do you need an umbrella?"
As he raked long hair back from his face and reached to retie it into a neater (though soaking wet) tail of silver a familiar shadow caught the corner of his eye. A shadow and... a light? "Maea?" he called quietly, though the rainsong of the woodlands and the calls of damp birds hiding beneath leaves made the Wildwood anything but silent. "I didn't expect... well, anyone except perhaps one of the Fae," he admitted ruefully. "What brings you out here? And... how are you doing?" It had been a little while since he'd seen her last, and though his own life had been quiet of late he was sure she had several adventures to relate if the light bobbing along beside her was any indication. "Do you need an umbrella?"
