Jigano nodded, also glad that he'd been able to clear a few haunts - or destroy a few wayward souls that had lost all sense of self and clung to the material plane simply to visit pain and death on others. It was a subject he was glad had little direct parallel on Caido, though the LongNight monsters came close.
Morgana... it was a lovely name, soft and dark and promising an elegant young woman to emerge from a fledgling's awkward feathers. Or at least, that's what might have been, and Jigano nodded slowly at Rance's solemn condolences. "Thank you. There are some... some who I might wish to say goodbye to. Adam, at least. I... don't think I could face Caiside yet, though." Not when it had been his hand on the door that had failed to open it in time.
His gentle question was welcome, he was glad to see, as the raven continued to paint and his memories brought Morgana's lantern to life, the colorful feathers suddenly making sense. He grinned back at Rance's mischievous admission before the tale took a sadder turn and the bard nodded slowly. "I'm partial to feathers, myself," he admitted with a softening of his smile. "Or at least, to braiding my feathers in my mate's hair for festivals. Though mine aren't very colorful unless I paint them first." He tilted his head in a wry, foxy grin at the other man. "What of you? Is there anything you collect? Or, used to collect? Other than tales, that is," he amended with a quiet chuckle for what had drawn Rance to the Atheneum in the first place.
Morgana... it was a lovely name, soft and dark and promising an elegant young woman to emerge from a fledgling's awkward feathers. Or at least, that's what might have been, and Jigano nodded slowly at Rance's solemn condolences. "Thank you. There are some... some who I might wish to say goodbye to. Adam, at least. I... don't think I could face Caiside yet, though." Not when it had been his hand on the door that had failed to open it in time.
His gentle question was welcome, he was glad to see, as the raven continued to paint and his memories brought Morgana's lantern to life, the colorful feathers suddenly making sense. He grinned back at Rance's mischievous admission before the tale took a sadder turn and the bard nodded slowly. "I'm partial to feathers, myself," he admitted with a softening of his smile. "Or at least, to braiding my feathers in my mate's hair for festivals. Though mine aren't very colorful unless I paint them first." He tilted his head in a wry, foxy grin at the other man. "What of you? Is there anything you collect? Or, used to collect? Other than tales, that is," he amended with a quiet chuckle for what had drawn Rance to the Atheneum in the first place.
