Jigano tried to nod, but the water resisted the dip of his jaw and he settled for a hum of agreement and gratitude, knowing that for preparations of the time to come, he and Deimos would work together to build a perch, to hunt meat, to gather snow moss and reinforce doors and windows, to collect candles and firewood... A meeting, yes. There are new Outlanders to warn and teach... and old ones to remind, he added with an internal sigh.
Perhaps the Artisan's Guild could lead a workshop or something on making Spark Bird offerings? A suggestion, but one he pondered thoughtfully. If we plan it out in advance, the time and place for it and the Perch building could be announced at the meeting, as well as put on the Notice Board. Maybe they could learn and improve their chances against the coming year.
Or maybe they'd all end in fire and ruin again, despite their best efforts.
Agreed. Might as well make use of the machinery now that we've built it, he agreed, wry humor entering his voice again as he began to paddle. Wings were well and good for floating, but he was no goose to get airborne again with wild kicks and pinions flapping safe above the water. It was the old-fashioned way for the dragon, and he turned his tail to the waves to let them help boost him towards the distant shore. We should have a fire out here some night. Roast fresh fish on the beach and remember those we've lost... I can teach people how to make fire lanterns to send out over the sea, where they won't burn anything down if they fall out of the sky too early. Our own little Festival of Lights, he mused thoughtfully.
Best to do it soon, before another LongNight made the too-long list any longer.
Perhaps the Artisan's Guild could lead a workshop or something on making Spark Bird offerings? A suggestion, but one he pondered thoughtfully. If we plan it out in advance, the time and place for it and the Perch building could be announced at the meeting, as well as put on the Notice Board. Maybe they could learn and improve their chances against the coming year.
Or maybe they'd all end in fire and ruin again, despite their best efforts.
Agreed. Might as well make use of the machinery now that we've built it, he agreed, wry humor entering his voice again as he began to paddle. Wings were well and good for floating, but he was no goose to get airborne again with wild kicks and pinions flapping safe above the water. It was the old-fashioned way for the dragon, and he turned his tail to the waves to let them help boost him towards the distant shore. We should have a fire out here some night. Roast fresh fish on the beach and remember those we've lost... I can teach people how to make fire lanterns to send out over the sea, where they won't burn anything down if they fall out of the sky too early. Our own little Festival of Lights, he mused thoughtfully.
Best to do it soon, before another LongNight made the too-long list any longer.
