Isuma purred and chirruped happily to herself as Rory's fingers stroked her soft, feathery face. She tilted her head to nibble gently on them, ticklish little nips of her small beak as she returned the affection with an openness Jigano could only envy.
His question had stemmed from the reason he had come to visit today: to create a new song for the celebrations. But to create something new he wanted to know what sorts of songs were traditional, and what sort of themes they followed so that his own could draw from the roots of both and fit in with the music people were used to. He had meant his request to be answered later, once they were fed and out in the sunlight again... or perhaps still here, nestled together by the fire with full bellies and warm backs. When Rory started to speak, however, Jigano went still and focused, listening with closed eyes as he captured the words in his memory and followed the tune that slid so coyly around the verses from time to time.
Rory's shrug was met with a smile against messy blond hair and a gentle squeeze of his hand on the hunter's shoulder. "Thank you," he murmured. "That was lovely." And it had been. He knew how sweet Rory's voice could be, and even the roughness of its current state couldn't hide it completely. "Do you think..." he started, and then hesitated, considering the state of his friend. He had been cold and hungry and numb with exhaustion when Jigano had arrived. The cold, they were working on, and the numbness had faded, but hunger remained a problem they had yet to deal with, and it wasn't fair to push him. Instead the sometimes-fox gave a little shake of his head, wishing he could snuggle closer than they already were. "Mmm. Never mind. It can wait until after you eat. If you want to rest a little now... if you think you can... I can wake you when the food is ready?"
His question had stemmed from the reason he had come to visit today: to create a new song for the celebrations. But to create something new he wanted to know what sorts of songs were traditional, and what sort of themes they followed so that his own could draw from the roots of both and fit in with the music people were used to. He had meant his request to be answered later, once they were fed and out in the sunlight again... or perhaps still here, nestled together by the fire with full bellies and warm backs. When Rory started to speak, however, Jigano went still and focused, listening with closed eyes as he captured the words in his memory and followed the tune that slid so coyly around the verses from time to time.
Rory's shrug was met with a smile against messy blond hair and a gentle squeeze of his hand on the hunter's shoulder. "Thank you," he murmured. "That was lovely." And it had been. He knew how sweet Rory's voice could be, and even the roughness of its current state couldn't hide it completely. "Do you think..." he started, and then hesitated, considering the state of his friend. He had been cold and hungry and numb with exhaustion when Jigano had arrived. The cold, they were working on, and the numbness had faded, but hunger remained a problem they had yet to deal with, and it wasn't fair to push him. Instead the sometimes-fox gave a little shake of his head, wishing he could snuggle closer than they already were. "Mmm. Never mind. It can wait until after you eat. If you want to rest a little now... if you think you can... I can wake you when the food is ready?"
