It was good to hear Ronin’s laughter again. They’d seen so little of each other, first due to divine intervention and then due to the craziness of both their lives that Jigano was very glad this afternoon had brought a chance to catch up once more – this time without any need for work excuses or worries about how much had changed between them.
”Fewer volcanoes, please,” the bard requested with dry humor. ”We wouldn’t want those getting overused. Those are more of a ‘special occasion’ kind of calamity.” Like 50th anniversaries. Really, you only need one in a lifetime.
He was surprised to see the hunter’s humor fade away at what he had thought was a simple enough question. A silver brow rose in surprise at hearing of the goddess’s task, but he nodded slowly. ”It would be nice if they would give us an alternative to the Voice’s portals,” he pointed out with a wry smile as the scent of the cooking breadfruit filled the air, and Isuma scrambled to perch on Ronin’s shoulder and peer over at the treat in Jigano’s hands. ”But I’ll be doing the same for Ludo.” He tilted his head questioningly at his friend. ”I know they’re not always on the best of terms, but do you think they’d mind if we teamed up to help each other out? I’d feel better having a friend at my side while I sing for lost souls.” He paused then grinned ruefully as he split the roasted breadfruit open and offered Ronin half. ”Though I should probably ask what sort of ‘help’ you’re expected to give first?”
”Fewer volcanoes, please,” the bard requested with dry humor. ”We wouldn’t want those getting overused. Those are more of a ‘special occasion’ kind of calamity.” Like 50th anniversaries. Really, you only need one in a lifetime.
He was surprised to see the hunter’s humor fade away at what he had thought was a simple enough question. A silver brow rose in surprise at hearing of the goddess’s task, but he nodded slowly. ”It would be nice if they would give us an alternative to the Voice’s portals,” he pointed out with a wry smile as the scent of the cooking breadfruit filled the air, and Isuma scrambled to perch on Ronin’s shoulder and peer over at the treat in Jigano’s hands. ”But I’ll be doing the same for Ludo.” He tilted his head questioningly at his friend. ”I know they’re not always on the best of terms, but do you think they’d mind if we teamed up to help each other out? I’d feel better having a friend at my side while I sing for lost souls.” He paused then grinned ruefully as he split the roasted breadfruit open and offered Ronin half. ”Though I should probably ask what sort of ‘help’ you’re expected to give first?”
