The star's growing speed did nothing to reassure the bard, especially when his steady walk had to speed up to more of a jouncing trot that had Isuma waking up and Reep!ing protest from her nest in his hood and atop his pack. "Why is it rushing?" he asked, hitching his pack higher as he shamelessly used his longer legs to keep up with Amalia. "It waited this long for us to gather and descend... Why all the hurry now?"
He would have liked to take his journal out and record their twists and turns, mapping the way much as he had the Labyrinth - though hopefully with more success, since moving stone walls would be a very unpleasant and dangerous surprise. The lantern he held in one hand and their faster pace didn't allow for it, however, so he did the only thing he could think of in the moment - he scuffed his feet through the dust and dirt as they went along, creating a trail of footprints for Amalia to follow back, and a scent trail for his vulpine nose to trace, if the star ended up leading them to a dead end.
Amalia was excited, enthusiastic - young and in the throes of a quest from a god dear to her. Jigano didn't have the heart to reprimand his pious friend for her blind trust in Safrin's star, but he did what he could to assure their path of retreat, even as he smiled at her and followed her lead - though with significantly more wariness and sharp, foxy eyes peering into the darkness beyond their light, watching the path ahead for obstacles or pitfalls that a star might float over that could cause trouble to two land-bound mortals.
Well. Mostly land bound.
He would have liked to take his journal out and record their twists and turns, mapping the way much as he had the Labyrinth - though hopefully with more success, since moving stone walls would be a very unpleasant and dangerous surprise. The lantern he held in one hand and their faster pace didn't allow for it, however, so he did the only thing he could think of in the moment - he scuffed his feet through the dust and dirt as they went along, creating a trail of footprints for Amalia to follow back, and a scent trail for his vulpine nose to trace, if the star ended up leading them to a dead end.
Amalia was excited, enthusiastic - young and in the throes of a quest from a god dear to her. Jigano didn't have the heart to reprimand his pious friend for her blind trust in Safrin's star, but he did what he could to assure their path of retreat, even as he smiled at her and followed her lead - though with significantly more wariness and sharp, foxy eyes peering into the darkness beyond their light, watching the path ahead for obstacles or pitfalls that a star might float over that could cause trouble to two land-bound mortals.
Well. Mostly land bound.
