They could never go back to what they had been before in that brief time of flour fights and Fiat Lux loaves; too much had happened and the world had changed too drastically since those halcyon days. But there were moments like these, with sunlight on the water and nothing more pressing to their pursuits than an enjoyment of the sea and learning how to swim all over again, when the beginnings of new channels might be forged. Theirs was as complex a relationship as any Jigano had known before, but that their lives were entwined - through Amalia, Kiada, Rexanna, and all the rest - there was no denying.
Hmm. I cod keep fishing for a good one, but perhaps I should call it a day before I flounder too badly. I wouldn't want you getting crabby with me. He arched his neck, watching Deimos slyly from the corner of an opalescent eye.
A pulse of resignedly amused agreement slid through the Attuned bond at Deimos's prophecy. If not them, then another. It was inevitably, really. The only questions were 'who' and 'when,' not 'if.' He watched the General's watery sleight of hand curiously, a reminder of the General's many powers, some like and some unlike his own. Ah well. First times for everything, he murmured mentally, echoing his companion's thoughts unknowingly. Bracing himself as if the words were the final push he needed, he finally plunged his head below the waves and blinked his eyes open, a stream of bubbles erupting from his nose as a school of darting silvery fish chose that moment to flash by him, effortlessly avoiding collision while he snaked his head through the water after them in instinctive chase.
Hmm. I cod keep fishing for a good one, but perhaps I should call it a day before I flounder too badly. I wouldn't want you getting crabby with me. He arched his neck, watching Deimos slyly from the corner of an opalescent eye.
A pulse of resignedly amused agreement slid through the Attuned bond at Deimos's prophecy. If not them, then another. It was inevitably, really. The only questions were 'who' and 'when,' not 'if.' He watched the General's watery sleight of hand curiously, a reminder of the General's many powers, some like and some unlike his own. Ah well. First times for everything, he murmured mentally, echoing his companion's thoughts unknowingly. Bracing himself as if the words were the final push he needed, he finally plunged his head below the waves and blinked his eyes open, a stream of bubbles erupting from his nose as a school of darting silvery fish chose that moment to flash by him, effortlessly avoiding collision while he snaked his head through the water after them in instinctive chase.
