She laughed at the return image that Jigano gave her, surrounded with a halo of broken chair parts and a giant gryphon purring on you fast asleep. “Oh gods, the splinters would be awful” She whined with another chuckle. But as she showed him the banner and received his praise, and she returned that it already had a buyer, she watched him nod his head toward her. But the conversation shifted, about Longnight once again. And Jigano thanked her for opening the door. She nodded, smile fading toward a tiny one as she eyed him with her sapphire gaze. “Of course, Jigano. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” She said. And she meant it, too. Even if she had silently prayed to the gods those few valuable minutes before actually forcing herself to open the door.
But she was glad she did, even if Rory had targeted her out of the group. Rexanna, back in Halyven, hadn’t done enough to save her people — hadn’t done anything really other than saving herself — at least now it made her feel better, that she was capable of such a thing. That she had the ability to help rather than continually harm. And perhaps that, mixed in with a few other things, helped with her understanding of Frey’s suggestion. She didn’t need to sacrifice herself to atone for the things in her past. She just needed to be better.
So she gave Jigano a wider smile and pet Isuma in the meantime. “I hold nothing against Rory for it all. I can understand where he’s coming from. I want to go and speak with him when everything calms down, perhaps for the festival.” She said thoughtfully, likely reiterating what she’d said before. It just made it all the more truthful. “Besides, you and Rory and the others managed to get the Sparkbird to come! That in itself sounds like quite the feat. You all deserve to have something good.” She said softly.
But then an idea struck her.
“I met a Natural named Nathaniel and he spoke of Rory having horses. Perhaps I could make him a banner too? You’re closer to him than I, what do you think he’d like?” She questioned, folding and setting aside the gryphon banner and looking to Jigano as her eyes dropped to the colored cloth and scissors he still had.
But she was glad she did, even if Rory had targeted her out of the group. Rexanna, back in Halyven, hadn’t done enough to save her people — hadn’t done anything really other than saving herself — at least now it made her feel better, that she was capable of such a thing. That she had the ability to help rather than continually harm. And perhaps that, mixed in with a few other things, helped with her understanding of Frey’s suggestion. She didn’t need to sacrifice herself to atone for the things in her past. She just needed to be better.
So she gave Jigano a wider smile and pet Isuma in the meantime. “I hold nothing against Rory for it all. I can understand where he’s coming from. I want to go and speak with him when everything calms down, perhaps for the festival.” She said thoughtfully, likely reiterating what she’d said before. It just made it all the more truthful. “Besides, you and Rory and the others managed to get the Sparkbird to come! That in itself sounds like quite the feat. You all deserve to have something good.” She said softly.
But then an idea struck her.
“I met a Natural named Nathaniel and he spoke of Rory having horses. Perhaps I could make him a banner too? You’re closer to him than I, what do you think he’d like?” She questioned, folding and setting aside the gryphon banner and looking to Jigano as her eyes dropped to the colored cloth and scissors he still had.
