“Oh, I’ve got a baby sister and brother. Twins. But I only see —” He paused for half a heartbeat then correct himself. “— saw them when I went home for visits.” He hesitated, thinking back on Jigano had revealed about himself already, the turns of the conversation and the talk about death. “I had another sister, eight or nine years ago. But there was an accident and, well.” He rolled a shoulder in a shrug and took a drink of tea. In some ways he was done mourning Morgana’s death, time having dulled memories and the pain of loss. But he would never forget her completely, and always light a candle for her during the Ghost Queen’s festival.
The frame of the lantern had gone together so fast that, even paying attention, Rance know he wouldn’t be able to duplicate it on his own. It was like watching his mother knot threads into delicate necklaces. The conversation about friends lost was easier to follow. Even as sorrow turned to pride and a pitch for the Loreseekers, which keep the amusement in Rance’s expression. Truth be told, he did find the ideals the guild strove for intriguing, especially since it matched up with his own interests. If Jigano hadn’t already given warnings about the dangers of Caido and of indulging in curiosity, Rance might have said it was too good to be true. “I’ve been called a magpie for stories before, though the drunk old bastard didn’t know who he was talking to.” He smirked, setting down his cup completely. “And I will admit, I’ll probably be haunting this place as often as you let me.” It wasn’t a request to join, not was an acceptance of the invitation Jigano hinted at, but it was an opening.
Taking a deep breath, he released it and pushed his chair back, announcing, “I’m ready to try my hand at these things when you’re ready to teach me.”
The frame of the lantern had gone together so fast that, even paying attention, Rance know he wouldn’t be able to duplicate it on his own. It was like watching his mother knot threads into delicate necklaces. The conversation about friends lost was easier to follow. Even as sorrow turned to pride and a pitch for the Loreseekers, which keep the amusement in Rance’s expression. Truth be told, he did find the ideals the guild strove for intriguing, especially since it matched up with his own interests. If Jigano hadn’t already given warnings about the dangers of Caido and of indulging in curiosity, Rance might have said it was too good to be true. “I’ve been called a magpie for stories before, though the drunk old bastard didn’t know who he was talking to.” He smirked, setting down his cup completely. “And I will admit, I’ll probably be haunting this place as often as you let me.” It wasn’t a request to join, not was an acceptance of the invitation Jigano hinted at, but it was an opening.
Taking a deep breath, he released it and pushed his chair back, announcing, “I’m ready to try my hand at these things when you’re ready to teach me.”
