He smiled warmly at Sam and Amalia both, and Isuma happily went to offer her more personal greetings before swooping down upon the plate of scones and claiming one for her companion. She carried her prey back to Jigano who rewarded her with scritches and a few nibbles of the treat before he had a bite himself, enjoying Amalia's baking and the warmth it always seemed to bring.
Rex's words weren't entirely a surprise after the Notice Board, but Jigano nodded with a faint frown as it became official. He was curious to find she had left for Torchline, his smile turning a tad crooked. "It seems many of the Northhaveners who arrived here first are migrating away from the Grounds," he noted quietly. Those that had survived this long, at least. Not unlike the Voice seemed to be pushing the Ascended to do, really... an interesting thought, but one for later.
He tilted his head in acknoweldgement of Neron's generosity, but talk of Deepfrost bled the humor from his expression and turned him somber. "I agree with Deimos," he said with a nod to the General's suggestion. "They've a lecture hall for quiet gathering and classrooms for those that want more privacy. We should be able to make meals to feed everyone with almost as easily as we would in one of the bars... though on that note, there is also the VlamVloed if Sunjata is willing." Given the Flood now lived in Torchline, he wasn't sure who was in charge of the bar now.
His brow went up to hear that Deimos had spoken with Safrin, but the bard nodded slow agreement. "That was Ludo's suggestion, as well," he added as a quiet afternote. "Prepare, dig in..." He hesitated, then gave the General a slight smile as he remembered their previous conversation. "We should build the SparkBird's perch again, but this year we should try and have more offerings. With the elemental storms still raging I don't think she's gone too far, and she might come back if we make her welcome. Her light would add a great deal of safety to the Sanctuary if we can coax her back."
Rex's words weren't entirely a surprise after the Notice Board, but Jigano nodded with a faint frown as it became official. He was curious to find she had left for Torchline, his smile turning a tad crooked. "It seems many of the Northhaveners who arrived here first are migrating away from the Grounds," he noted quietly. Those that had survived this long, at least. Not unlike the Voice seemed to be pushing the Ascended to do, really... an interesting thought, but one for later.
He tilted his head in acknoweldgement of Neron's generosity, but talk of Deepfrost bled the humor from his expression and turned him somber. "I agree with Deimos," he said with a nod to the General's suggestion. "They've a lecture hall for quiet gathering and classrooms for those that want more privacy. We should be able to make meals to feed everyone with almost as easily as we would in one of the bars... though on that note, there is also the VlamVloed if Sunjata is willing." Given the Flood now lived in Torchline, he wasn't sure who was in charge of the bar now.
His brow went up to hear that Deimos had spoken with Safrin, but the bard nodded slow agreement. "That was Ludo's suggestion, as well," he added as a quiet afternote. "Prepare, dig in..." He hesitated, then gave the General a slight smile as he remembered their previous conversation. "We should build the SparkBird's perch again, but this year we should try and have more offerings. With the elemental storms still raging I don't think she's gone too far, and she might come back if we make her welcome. Her light would add a great deal of safety to the Sanctuary if we can coax her back."
