Rance was torn between thinking people were making too big a deal about this and wondering if, maybe, it was a bigger deal than he was giving it credit for. Logically, he understood that he Spark Bird was to help drive away the monsters of Long Night, and that it was rare (one of a kind?) But there was still a big part of him that insisted a bird was a bird. It didn't need 'offerings', it just needed a steady food source. By that token, at least, he understood the goal of what their little group would be doing that day. A bird that wanted to survive would go where the food was. It was only practical.
Never having flown out toward the Spire, it took him a few passes to find the spot where Jigano was waiting. He let out a series of guttural croaks in greeting as he spotted familiar silver hair. A moment later, he was on the ground, tugging at the edges of his cloak, a muscle memory that wouldn't soon vanish. "Hey! Time to get some bird food?"
Never having flown out toward the Spire, it took him a few passes to find the spot where Jigano was waiting. He let out a series of guttural croaks in greeting as he spotted familiar silver hair. A moment later, he was on the ground, tugging at the edges of his cloak, a muscle memory that wouldn't soon vanish. "Hey! Time to get some bird food?"
