"I'll take your word for it," Jigano agreed cheerfully. It wasn't looking like he'd ever meet the mysterious Loren, and he had far too many other things to worry about these days to try and find someone who didn't want to be found.
Even if, judging by Edy's opinion of Amalia, they'd probably get along quite well.
"Wrong again?" he asked, crestfallen, as his guess was poo-pooed in typically wickedEdrei fashion. "I thought I almost had it that time, too..." Had he been wrong about the roundness? But if not that, then what had they been...? A mystery he would never solve, it seemed, as his friend moved on to round three. He stifled a sigh of frustration at how difficult this was proving to be, without the adrenaline of fear to spike through the bond and shift things into focus. Instead he squeezed his eyes shut more tightly, brow furrowing in fierce concentration as he sought to see through his companion's eyes.
"I see..." he said slowly, as Isuma chortled happily at Edrei's antics. He might have noticed the fingers slipping into his sleeve if the gryphonlet hadn't chosen that moment to bounce closer, cracking a twig and making the bard wince. "Isuma, please hold still!" he begged the little one, oblivious while he shifted his weight to the lightening of one of his pockets as Edy's fingers closed around a fragile construct of wire and glass. "I don't.. I don't see your hands. I see... your... tongue?" he made a final, almost desperate guess, trying to reconcile the blurry, ground-level image with the woman he could imagine in his mind's eye.
Even if, judging by Edy's opinion of Amalia, they'd probably get along quite well.
"Wrong again?" he asked, crestfallen, as his guess was poo-pooed in typically wicked
"I see..." he said slowly, as Isuma chortled happily at Edrei's antics. He might have noticed the fingers slipping into his sleeve if the gryphonlet hadn't chosen that moment to bounce closer, cracking a twig and making the bard wince. "Isuma, please hold still!" he begged the little one, oblivious while he shifted his weight to the lightening of one of his pockets as Edy's fingers closed around a fragile construct of wire and glass. "I don't.. I don't see your hands. I see... your... tongue?" he made a final, almost desperate guess, trying to reconcile the blurry, ground-level image with the woman he could imagine in his mind's eye.
