He had wanted them all to slow the fuck down and think about what they were doing. To prepare plans and discuss the sorts of difficulties they might encounter when the barrier fell. Hell, to discuss what they might find inside the Spire before leaping into it without looking. He had meant to teach Maea about how to look for traps in stonework, traps for the killing of men rather than animals. He had meant to train himself more, as well, gaining a better feel for the powers of flight and animal-calling he had gained.
He had meant to find a way to calm everyone the hell down before someone went off half-cocked and did something they couldn't undo.
Fuck.
Now he stood outside the Spire, countenance grim and blue eyes nearly hidden by wide black pupils as he stared into the open door and gritted his teeth against the worry and anger and frustration that coursed through him. The idiots were going to get themselves killed! He wouldn't weep many tears for some of them, to be fair. The assassin had apparently gone in already, as had the gloryhog. But Maea, his guildmate and student, had thrown herself into danger and he wrapped his hand more firmly around the hilt of his rapier, the other clutching the black iron lantern which held his Sparkbird feather as he wondered whether she would be alive the next time he saw her. He had his first-aid kit slung over his back, and he could only hope he wouldn't need it. Only the presence ofAmalia and Rory steadied him against flinging himself through the door after them to try and pull the fools back out again, but he was no longer the foolhardy youth he had once been. He stood tall and firm as a statue against the night, and only Isuma, safe in her basket in the guildhall, would know the strength of the emotions that burned through his blood in the dark.
Jigano to reserve team
He had meant to find a way to calm everyone the hell down before someone went off half-cocked and did something they couldn't undo.
Fuck.
Now he stood outside the Spire, countenance grim and blue eyes nearly hidden by wide black pupils as he stared into the open door and gritted his teeth against the worry and anger and frustration that coursed through him. The idiots were going to get themselves killed! He wouldn't weep many tears for some of them, to be fair. The assassin had apparently gone in already, as had the gloryhog. But Maea, his guildmate and student, had thrown herself into danger and he wrapped his hand more firmly around the hilt of his rapier, the other clutching the black iron lantern which held his Sparkbird feather as he wondered whether she would be alive the next time he saw her. He had his first-aid kit slung over his back, and he could only hope he wouldn't need it. Only the presence of
Jigano to reserve team
