[ME] rollin' bones

So many, many others had come that Jigano marveled a little at them all as they joined him on the strand before the cathedral. One in particular came to join him, as much a ghost from the past as any soul afloat on the wind, and the white haired bard broke into a broad smile of delight as the dark-haired man drifted to his side.

"Seiji! Gods most fortunate, it's good to see you again," he greeted his old friend warmly. "These are will-o-wisps and perhaps a few playful souls bobbing among them," he explained with a grin. But then Ludo vanished after giving them all the cold shoulder...

Or so it seemed. The laughter danced in the wind much like a certain dark set of rags, and Jigano laughed back, beckoning Seiji along as he followed his god into the sea-glass cathedral. Fire bloomed in his hand and then floated up to hover a little ways from his shoulder (away from his hair) like a particularly combustible will-o-wisp. He used its light to peer into the cathedral's nooks and crevices there with a rarely-seen playfulness. "Are you in here?" he called out, sing-song, to the mischievous herald.