"Mm. Same," the bard agreed with a sigh. "I developed it, only for it to suddenly... change? Fade? barely a week later, it felt like. Then I could only make constructions of wood and earth for a while." He wasn't sure how to bring up his new facility with fire; as Amalia had pointed out, it didn't seem to suit him. Then again, Edrei would probably delighted. He could hear her cackle on the breeze, if he listened closely enough to his memories.
A body, neatly coiled, limbs tucked beneath. A graceful curve of glass-skinned wings swept over the small black iron back. Small enough to fit cradled in the palms of his cupped hands as he continued to build, crafting each scale with care. Isuma trotted over to watch over his own work, growing still and quiet when she saw the small representation of her missing friend. "Yes... we did," Jigano said sadly. "We sang for Safrin together in the Longheat evening, my dragon form and his ridiculously puffed up little robin shape. And we captured the sun, while Coffee and Isuma played in the shadow of my wing... He tried to throw a basket over my scales to catch the sun's reflection," the bard reminisced with a snort of fond amusement at the gall of the man. Then again, Jigano had followed it up by enacting a rather melodramatic death scene at the 'attack.' "He always tried to cheer me up... Amalia too, I think. He didn't like seeing his friends sad."
A body, neatly coiled, limbs tucked beneath. A graceful curve of glass-skinned wings swept over the small black iron back. Small enough to fit cradled in the palms of his cupped hands as he continued to build, crafting each scale with care. Isuma trotted over to watch over his own work, growing still and quiet when she saw the small representation of her missing friend. "Yes... we did," Jigano said sadly. "We sang for Safrin together in the Longheat evening, my dragon form and his ridiculously puffed up little robin shape. And we captured the sun, while Coffee and Isuma played in the shadow of my wing... He tried to throw a basket over my scales to catch the sun's reflection," the bard reminisced with a snort of fond amusement at the gall of the man. Then again, Jigano had followed it up by enacting a rather melodramatic death scene at the 'attack.' "He always tried to cheer me up... Amalia too, I think. He didn't like seeing his friends sad."
