"Ah, my apologies! Mistress Vervain, please be known to Isuma - Isuma!" he called coaxingly, and the cheerful little gryphlet paused in her hunt to look back at them with tail twitching in open curiosity. "Say hello to Vervain, please?" She might not have understood the words, but she sensed the gist of what he wanted, and Reep!ed a happy greeting to the human woman. Jigano smiled fondly as he took to his sweeping.
"She's a sweet child," he explained, not bothering to hide the softness in his expression as he looked after her. "She... Isla was one of my closest friends." He took a slow breath, expression growing a little sadder. "She helped me take care of Isuma when she first hatched."
Tamping down the threatening melancholy for the lost friend he hadn't been able to save, he turned his thoughts toward an absent one that he might still find again, instead, reaching the broom under the beds to make sure the place had a thorough sweeping. "She wasn't dealt an easy hand," he murmured, brow creased in concern. "I've heard some of what her life was like in Northaven. I wish I knew what brought her outside that night... I don't think she even knew Rory, and possibly not Amalia either. I hope she can forgive me for not finding her sooner." She had a quick temper and seemed to treasure grudges like others might save a fine wine. How quick she might be to forgive, he didn't know, but he was due to find out sooner rather than later.
He raised his head, offering Vervain a wan smile. "And how are you doing, my lovely employer? It seems half of Caido comes to you with our problems. It seems only right to return the favor now and then. Is there anything you need help with, to prepare for the new addition? Or anything else?"
"She's a sweet child," he explained, not bothering to hide the softness in his expression as he looked after her. "She... Isla was one of my closest friends." He took a slow breath, expression growing a little sadder. "She helped me take care of Isuma when she first hatched."
Tamping down the threatening melancholy for the lost friend he hadn't been able to save, he turned his thoughts toward an absent one that he might still find again, instead, reaching the broom under the beds to make sure the place had a thorough sweeping. "She wasn't dealt an easy hand," he murmured, brow creased in concern. "I've heard some of what her life was like in Northaven. I wish I knew what brought her outside that night... I don't think she even knew Rory, and possibly not Amalia either. I hope she can forgive me for not finding her sooner." She had a quick temper and seemed to treasure grudges like others might save a fine wine. How quick she might be to forgive, he didn't know, but he was due to find out sooner rather than later.
He raised his head, offering Vervain a wan smile. "And how are you doing, my lovely employer? It seems half of Caido comes to you with our problems. It seems only right to return the favor now and then. Is there anything you need help with, to prepare for the new addition? Or anything else?"
