They worked steadily enough that soon they would have enough bandages to have replaced what had been used by the various Long Night wounded. And Lucas' company was, almost surprisingly, a welcome distraction from the dark turn his thoughts had taken since the Long Night descended on them all, trapping them inside or skittering around within their own skulls. Music, of course, was almost guaranteed to draw him out, and he nodded as he tentatively warmed to the blond who shared one of his passions, in spite of the grey fog of exhaustion and guilt that seemed to cloud his thoughts and muffle his emotions. "Even if there's not one yet, that doesn't mean one won't arrive," he pointed out wryly, giving his fellow outlander a nod of shared experience.
The mention of other races existing outside the barrier had Jigano tilting his head thoughtfully. "Perhaps," he agreed slowly. "I suppose we won't know until we're out of it. Given the eagerness of no few recent arrivals to do so, I believe the next assault on the spire is due in the spring - er, Flowerbirth - once the snow has melted and there's more light to bring to bear on the situation." And on the spire's guardian which, if it really was some version of an Ascended gone wrong, might not appreciate being forced to stay out on the sun for extended periods of time. But Lucas didn't give him much time to ponder it. The bard nodded agreement that it was hard to settle, but gave a little shrug of his shoulder as he handed the last bandage to his companion and then sat back, running tired fingers through his hair. "Mostly I just... keep myself busy. I don't lack for things to do, and it keeps me from thinking about how trapped we are." The word came out on a growl as he glanced up at the stone walls around them, though it was clear he meant the barrier beyond. "I'm a wanderer by preference. Staying in one place too long... it's too easy to get... attached," he finished on a sigh, giving a little shake of his head. Oh, it was far too late for that, wasn't it? But... was it really that bad?
"If you need a bridge for other things, there's one in the ruins I can show you after this night is over," he said, glancing to the green-eyed charmer with at least an attempt at humor. "Though people seem to have a habit of jumping or falling or getting knocked off it, so then again, perhaps not..."
The mention of other races existing outside the barrier had Jigano tilting his head thoughtfully. "Perhaps," he agreed slowly. "I suppose we won't know until we're out of it. Given the eagerness of no few recent arrivals to do so, I believe the next assault on the spire is due in the spring - er, Flowerbirth - once the snow has melted and there's more light to bring to bear on the situation." And on the spire's guardian which, if it really was some version of an Ascended gone wrong, might not appreciate being forced to stay out on the sun for extended periods of time. But Lucas didn't give him much time to ponder it. The bard nodded agreement that it was hard to settle, but gave a little shrug of his shoulder as he handed the last bandage to his companion and then sat back, running tired fingers through his hair. "Mostly I just... keep myself busy. I don't lack for things to do, and it keeps me from thinking about how trapped we are." The word came out on a growl as he glanced up at the stone walls around them, though it was clear he meant the barrier beyond. "I'm a wanderer by preference. Staying in one place too long... it's too easy to get... attached," he finished on a sigh, giving a little shake of his head. Oh, it was far too late for that, wasn't it? But... was it really that bad?
"If you need a bridge for other things, there's one in the ruins I can show you after this night is over," he said, glancing to the green-eyed charmer with at least an attempt at humor. "Though people seem to have a habit of jumping or falling or getting knocked off it, so then again, perhaps not..."
