Jigano had no shortage of things to do, now that Long Night had freed them from their captivity. He'd helped Vervain do some cleaning in the Infirmary, but the guildhall needed tending and he had a handful of new topics to begin researching. Perhaps some of the books from Isla's shelves would come in helpful...
He sighed as he headed into the Atheneum, his mood momentarily dampened, but the spring sunlight filling the great old building, sending sunbeams dancing through the dust, was enough to raise it again as he inhaled the familiar scents of leather and paper and ancient wood. He was almost smiling as he crossed the stone floor, reveling in the return to a place he had grown quite fond of.
As he walked slowly through the aisles, running his fingers lightly over the spines of books as if greeting old friends, Isuma took off to stalk spiders. He grinned at the feeling of joy from her at her return to familiar hunting grounds, chuckling softly to himself. His laughter died away as he spied a dark head down one aisle. A familiar head, one he hadn't seen in far too long. Blue eyes lighting up with relief in spite of his weary appearance - cheekbones hollower, eyes more shadowed, carriage more tired - the bard changed his course to walk towards the distracted young man with a smile. "Hello again, Seiji," he called softly through the shadows and dusty light. "I'm glad to see you're safe!"
He sighed as he headed into the Atheneum, his mood momentarily dampened, but the spring sunlight filling the great old building, sending sunbeams dancing through the dust, was enough to raise it again as he inhaled the familiar scents of leather and paper and ancient wood. He was almost smiling as he crossed the stone floor, reveling in the return to a place he had grown quite fond of.
As he walked slowly through the aisles, running his fingers lightly over the spines of books as if greeting old friends, Isuma took off to stalk spiders. He grinned at the feeling of joy from her at her return to familiar hunting grounds, chuckling softly to himself. His laughter died away as he spied a dark head down one aisle. A familiar head, one he hadn't seen in far too long. Blue eyes lighting up with relief in spite of his weary appearance - cheekbones hollower, eyes more shadowed, carriage more tired - the bard changed his course to walk towards the distracted young man with a smile. "Hello again, Seiji," he called softly through the shadows and dusty light. "I'm glad to see you're safe!"
