Lost siblings were unfortunately common among Outlanders. Lost family in general, lost friends and lovers... It didn't make it easier to hear who others would never see again, but Jigano listened with sympathy and let the correction pass without comment. Rance would adapt at his own pace and there was no good that would come from trying to rush it. The sister who had died, though, brought his attention away from his lantern to meet the raven's blue gaze with a solemn nod of acknowledgment. "Condolences," he said simply, considering the foul-mouthed raven didn't seem the type to want to get maudlin with a virtual stranger.
His hands stayed busy while his hears drank in Rance's words, moving forward with the lantern in deft, practiced motions. He remembered, with a pang of bitterness, the previous year when his hands had shaken from the Blight, interfering with his vision for his memorials. This year, at least, things went together smoothly as the flames were applied, a second, smaller set of fiery tongues pasted on in orange and a paler yellow for the final layer. "Related, but not quite the same," the bard grinned, having learned that in his experiments with calling and compelling animals after his raven shift had been discovered. "Anyone is welcome in the Atheneum, if you were wondering. It's open to all, though this guild does tend to try and fix things up and keep it in good order as part of our calling. If you mean haunting the more comfortable Hall down here that has a safely-contained fire and snacks, though..." he trailed off teasingly, a silver brow arched in invitation. "You're welcome to join us, for as long as it suits you. You can leave at any time if you change your mind, but it might give you a bit of a safety net, of sorts, as you're getting your feet under you. A group to call on if you need help, and folks with shared interests if such a thing strikes your fancy."
As Rance came to join him at the table Jigano did use his magic openly, pausing for a moment as he crafted two lightweight stag's antlers from dark wood and attached them to the lantern's handle. Later he would paint the stylized suns on it, but for now he would let the glue dry.
"The square bases might be easier to work with, to start," he suggested, setting the near-finished one aside and pulling one of the metal squares towards himself while pushing a second towards Rance. "We can start by slotting the wooden lathes into the base anchors here, and adding a few drops of glue to keep them firmly seated. Paper sides might be easiest, but you can use thin strips of wood or metal with designs carved or punched through them, too? Or even glass, if you'd like?" He tilted his head, waiting to see what Rance would chose while he demonstrated the glue-and-slot method to make the frame.
His hands stayed busy while his hears drank in Rance's words, moving forward with the lantern in deft, practiced motions. He remembered, with a pang of bitterness, the previous year when his hands had shaken from the Blight, interfering with his vision for his memorials. This year, at least, things went together smoothly as the flames were applied, a second, smaller set of fiery tongues pasted on in orange and a paler yellow for the final layer. "Related, but not quite the same," the bard grinned, having learned that in his experiments with calling and compelling animals after his raven shift had been discovered. "Anyone is welcome in the Atheneum, if you were wondering. It's open to all, though this guild does tend to try and fix things up and keep it in good order as part of our calling. If you mean haunting the more comfortable Hall down here that has a safely-contained fire and snacks, though..." he trailed off teasingly, a silver brow arched in invitation. "You're welcome to join us, for as long as it suits you. You can leave at any time if you change your mind, but it might give you a bit of a safety net, of sorts, as you're getting your feet under you. A group to call on if you need help, and folks with shared interests if such a thing strikes your fancy."
As Rance came to join him at the table Jigano did use his magic openly, pausing for a moment as he crafted two lightweight stag's antlers from dark wood and attached them to the lantern's handle. Later he would paint the stylized suns on it, but for now he would let the glue dry.
"The square bases might be easier to work with, to start," he suggested, setting the near-finished one aside and pulling one of the metal squares towards himself while pushing a second towards Rance. "We can start by slotting the wooden lathes into the base anchors here, and adding a few drops of glue to keep them firmly seated. Paper sides might be easiest, but you can use thin strips of wood or metal with designs carved or punched through them, too? Or even glass, if you'd like?" He tilted his head, waiting to see what Rance would chose while he demonstrated the glue-and-slot method to make the frame.
