There were a half-dozen questions that the story raised. Questions about Long Night and how and why it had come to be. Questions about the monsters that walked it now, and the way the bodies of those killed during it disappeared. Questions about whether Ludo would have chosen this for themselves, if their life had gone a different way...
Questions that, for once, Jigano accepted were not appropriate to ask.
He stayed seated as the scene changed again and the youth became the god. He moved easily now, joy and pride and mischief in the bounding grace no mortal could match, making sure that other souls were greeted and led home again, no matter how hard or lonely the moments leading up to their deaths had been. Something ached within the soul of a man who had been an Oracle, and as he shook himself to release the tension in his chest his human body flowed away to the form of a long-legged and dainty-pawed white fox, sitting in the ghost of a sunset memory.
"And now I know," he agreed softly, blue eyes following the floating soul until it disappeared into the coming night. He looked around, cocking an ear curiously as he sought the owner of the voice that whispered in his head. "This... makes the charge you gave to Amalia and myself all the more an honor," he said at last. "We will do all we can to make you proud. Thank you, for letting us be a part of your legacy." He bowed his head gravely, but when he raised it again there was a twinkle of mischief in his blue eyes.
"I cannot undo the past, dreameater... but I would not mind so much, if you wanted to warm your fingers in my fur now," he added, remembering how it had been something the spirit guide had once shown interest in. Given what he had just witnessed... it seemed the least he could offer.
Questions that, for once, Jigano accepted were not appropriate to ask.
He stayed seated as the scene changed again and the youth became the god. He moved easily now, joy and pride and mischief in the bounding grace no mortal could match, making sure that other souls were greeted and led home again, no matter how hard or lonely the moments leading up to their deaths had been. Something ached within the soul of a man who had been an Oracle, and as he shook himself to release the tension in his chest his human body flowed away to the form of a long-legged and dainty-pawed white fox, sitting in the ghost of a sunset memory.
"And now I know," he agreed softly, blue eyes following the floating soul until it disappeared into the coming night. He looked around, cocking an ear curiously as he sought the owner of the voice that whispered in his head. "This... makes the charge you gave to Amalia and myself all the more an honor," he said at last. "We will do all we can to make you proud. Thank you, for letting us be a part of your legacy." He bowed his head gravely, but when he raised it again there was a twinkle of mischief in his blue eyes.
"I cannot undo the past, dreameater... but I would not mind so much, if you wanted to warm your fingers in my fur now," he added, remembering how it had been something the spirit guide had once shown interest in. Given what he had just witnessed... it seemed the least he could offer.
