Isuma had yet to turn down attention, and today was not going to be the first time it happened. She squeaked happily and then purred at the gentle pets the goddess gave her, oblivious to the Power that knelt beside her, rubbing against the god's knee in all her fluffy, downy softness. Jigano remained utterly bemused by both of their behaviors, but he let himself relax incrementally as no bad consequence came of the interaction.
He did glance to Amalia, eyes widening at her question and then nodding respect and approval at his fellow Loreseeker's search for more information. There was light in her eyes again, her shoulders looking firmer as she shed some of her burdens and took on Ludo's request with a glad heart. The god's response was reassuring as well, if less so. It was sobering indeed to think that none of the souls in the barrier could move on. His thoughts began to move faster, sparked and ignited by his friend and their divine companion alike as he added this information to what he had learned from 108 in the starlit snow that night.
Before he could get too lost in thought the deity gave him a task he was well suited for, and Jigano gave a graceful bow from his kneeling position, accepting the task - and then jerking upright, eyes wide, as the melody whispered sweetly to mind. The look he gave the not-girl was one of wary respect then, but he did not pull away. What point, when he had freely given the god his dreams? No, this was a gift, not malice or mischief, and it would be good to feel power in his voice again, for however limited a time and task. "Yes," he agreed. "I will do that for them. And for you." And for Amalia, as well, so that he could continue to see the vivacious light of purpose in his friend and guildmate's eyes.
"You gave Rory a lantern?" he asked, surprised - and then not. Not really, though he tilted his head at the little goddess thoughtfully as Isuma rolled onto her back, wings wriggling beneath her as she batted up at porcelain fingers in playful fascination. The hint of a smile played at the corners of his lips, not quite cracking through the trauma of the recent night, but promising an eventual dawn. "It would seem I chose wisely, that night, Dreameater," he murmured, dipping his head in acknoweldgment.
He did glance to Amalia, eyes widening at her question and then nodding respect and approval at his fellow Loreseeker's search for more information. There was light in her eyes again, her shoulders looking firmer as she shed some of her burdens and took on Ludo's request with a glad heart. The god's response was reassuring as well, if less so. It was sobering indeed to think that none of the souls in the barrier could move on. His thoughts began to move faster, sparked and ignited by his friend and their divine companion alike as he added this information to what he had learned from 108 in the starlit snow that night.
Before he could get too lost in thought the deity gave him a task he was well suited for, and Jigano gave a graceful bow from his kneeling position, accepting the task - and then jerking upright, eyes wide, as the melody whispered sweetly to mind. The look he gave the not-girl was one of wary respect then, but he did not pull away. What point, when he had freely given the god his dreams? No, this was a gift, not malice or mischief, and it would be good to feel power in his voice again, for however limited a time and task. "Yes," he agreed. "I will do that for them. And for you." And for Amalia, as well, so that he could continue to see the vivacious light of purpose in his friend and guildmate's eyes.
"You gave Rory a lantern?" he asked, surprised - and then not. Not really, though he tilted his head at the little goddess thoughtfully as Isuma rolled onto her back, wings wriggling beneath her as she batted up at porcelain fingers in playful fascination. The hint of a smile played at the corners of his lips, not quite cracking through the trauma of the recent night, but promising an eventual dawn. "It would seem I chose wisely, that night, Dreameater," he murmured, dipping his head in acknoweldgment.
