The morning had started off so appropriate for the task Caiside had ahead of him. He hadn’t known Isla, had only seen her die, and somehow it felt wrong to be shepherding someone who has been a friend to her to the place he had had his only meeting with her. It hadn’t felt appropriate to come empty handed, and he knew the bard was planning on planting things, so Caiside borrowed an old trowel, not really knowing what else was needed.
He had made every effort to be on time, and still managed to find Jigano waiting for him, just as the last few clouds cleared away from the sky. Caiside mirroed the smile on his friends face, though he was definitely distracted by the creature clinging to the silver haired mans shoulder. He had never seen anything like it, and was quiet for a few moments after Jigano spoke, trying to work out more about it without asking.
”I’m ready.” Caiside had walked the route once since they had set up this meeting, just to make sure he could find the spot again. There wasn’t much evidence, but he knew it was right, and he knew he could get back to it again.
He was content to let the silence be, for a while. This was a somber event after all. But Caiside had never been one to let silence sit, and had to interrupt it. ”What did you bring to plant?” It seemed an innocent enough line of questioning, and satisifoesnhis need for conversation.
He had made every effort to be on time, and still managed to find Jigano waiting for him, just as the last few clouds cleared away from the sky. Caiside mirroed the smile on his friends face, though he was definitely distracted by the creature clinging to the silver haired mans shoulder. He had never seen anything like it, and was quiet for a few moments after Jigano spoke, trying to work out more about it without asking.
”I’m ready.” Caiside had walked the route once since they had set up this meeting, just to make sure he could find the spot again. There wasn’t much evidence, but he knew it was right, and he knew he could get back to it again.
He was content to let the silence be, for a while. This was a somber event after all. But Caiside had never been one to let silence sit, and had to interrupt it. ”What did you bring to plant?” It seemed an innocent enough line of questioning, and satisifoesnhis need for conversation.
