Stars? Luxere? No... the lights that twinkled ahead of them in the mist of not-Caido were lanterns. Big and small, simple and ornate, colored and plain, paper and wood and iron and glass they lit the way between the thinning trees until the mortal pair stepped into a clearing alight with otherworldly fires. He had arrived after the Festival, and though he knew from his reading that Ludo had a fondness for lanterns, the significance of these escaped him.
Their entourage began to disperse and Jigano's voice began to fade in wonder as he looked around at the variety and artistry on display, hanging from branches and sitting on stones and tucked into the grass. He squeezed Amalia's hand just as a familiar voice danced and echoed through the air and gave the bard leave to silence his otherworldly song.
He finished the line, letting it trail off into the light as he took in the once-young god's appearance with a wry tilt to his smile. He placed his free hand over his heart, and as the ghost-hawk who had accompanied him took wing to head for a tall lantern papered in turquoise, Jigano gave Ludo a respectful half-bow. "What would become of these gentle souls," he asked quietly, "if they were not guided home to you?"
Their entourage began to disperse and Jigano's voice began to fade in wonder as he looked around at the variety and artistry on display, hanging from branches and sitting on stones and tucked into the grass. He squeezed Amalia's hand just as a familiar voice danced and echoed through the air and gave the bard leave to silence his otherworldly song.
He finished the line, letting it trail off into the light as he took in the once-young god's appearance with a wry tilt to his smile. He placed his free hand over his heart, and as the ghost-hawk who had accompanied him took wing to head for a tall lantern papered in turquoise, Jigano gave Ludo a respectful half-bow. "What would become of these gentle souls," he asked quietly, "if they were not guided home to you?"
