Silent night, holy night
Jigano Silversmith
the Sage
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A leggy white fox ghosted over the snow, the coloring that made him stand out so eerily in the bright colors of autumn now cloaking him in near-invisibility. He carried something in his mouth that glittered in reflected starlight and he moved with a purpose through the glade, ears twitching at the night-sounds of winter - deepfrost, he had to remind himself. An appropriate name, and wonderfully poetic, though he supposed the other creatures moving under and over the snow didn’t appreciate it quite the same way he did. It was a season of sleep for some, hardship for others, and death for no few of the barrier’s smaller inhabitants. He might hunt some of them on his way back to the Atheneum later, but aside from a chill in his pawpads he felt good, neither hungry nor particularly cold yet. His winter coat was coming in thick and fluffy, giving him a bit more bulk and protection from the weather.

The air was still in the glade, the winds that pushed the fresh-fallen snow around elsewhere leaving the enchanted place untouched this night. Jigano paused as he neared the standing stones, nose twitching as he checked for scent or tracks of recent visitors, but sensing none he continued onward, pacing the circle curiously and examining the mysterious writing as he spiraled inwards towards the center in dignified pilgrimage.

The glowing stones gave the shrine an ethereal appearance, light reflecting off the snow and casting the entire area in a luminescence that would have been eerie if it hadn’t been so beautiful. It was awe-inspiring in a way that wasn’t likely an accident, and the showman in Jigano appreciated the presentation, even as he wryly accepted that he was very much impressed.

So it was that the white fox came to the altar, depositing his offering with dignity – an origami fox folded cleverly from silver-foil paper, one of the few sheets remaining of his dwindling supply – and then sat back, head bowed as he concentrated on his prayer.

Thank you, he thought, simply. For bringing me here. If any of you are listening with kindness, I would beg a boon of you in the days to come.


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The glow stones pulse softly as if mirroring the beating heart of this place. A warm wind rushes through and the silver fox is pulled off of the shrine to dance in the air. With magical lightness the paper comes apart so that the fox can run on an invisible plain before bursting into a small shower of silvery stardust.

The fox would feel invigorated and youthful, but with the arrival of Deepfrost it would seem that the gods are not available to hear your plight today.
Jigano Silversmith
the Sage
Provost of the Loreseekers Soul Shepherd
Portal Guardian
Age: 36 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 38 - Luck: 42 - Int:
ISUMA - Mythical - Griffin (Venomous)
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#3
Jigano couldn't quite stifle his gasp as a frisky wind blew past him, ruffling his fur and bringing him to his feet. He looked around, feet dancing in excitement, but heard no one's voice, saw no body of light or leaves or darkness like he had hoped. Instead a glitter of silver caught the corner of his eye and he turned back to the altar to see his offering dancing in the air, spinning and playing in the memory of summer - or, perhaps, the promise of it yet to come.

The white fox froze, watching the silver, wondering if it was messenger or omen, a communication in riddle, if not rhyme. He held his breath, not daring to breath, lest even that interrupt the moment--

But, as with so many things related to the gods, it was out of his hands. The paper construct exploded like a miniature firework, consumed in a burst of glittering light that vanished before it could fall back to the shrine. His offering accepted... but found wanting?

Slowly Jigano sat back, staring thoughtfully at the altar, then around at the pulsing glow of the stones around him. A living place of power... he certainly felt invigorated just from visiting it, even if his plea had been turned down. Part of him chafed at being denied audience, but... these were not his gods, after all. Not yet. And at least he hadn't been completely ignored, or forced away. Patience was key, perhaps. And persistence. It would be awhile until Longnight, and there were other preparations he could make in the meantime.

Thank you, he offered gravely, bowing his head again. Respect never hurt when dealing with deities after all. And the place was comforting. Calming. Without the wind to disturb him he was quite warm in his fur, and there was no rush to get back to the sleeping town.

He rose and padded over to a glowing stone, digging a shallow hollow in the snow in front of it. Tucking himself into a fluffy white ball he settled himself down, hiding his nose beneath his tail to keep it warm - and to camouflage himself completely as he closed his eyes and turned his focus inwards, letting the atmosphere of the place guide his meditation - and, eventually, his dreams.


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