"And isn't that the fuckin' truth." Rance might not have blamed himself for Morgana's accident, but he knew well enough that forgiving oneself and being forgiven were two entirely different things.
He didn't know much about being a bard, but he'd idolized more than one in his youth and took the compliment for what it was, flashing a grin. Not to mention being compared to a Loreseeker again. The more he heard about Jigano's guild, the more he felt the kinship with it. "Gotta say, your offers are gettin' more temptin' by the minute." He'd been worrying where he would keep his journals. Or if he could ever allow himself to have more than a couple, as he had while on the road at home. To have a place to store and accumulate them, to have people who understood who didn't just see him as a nosy bastard....
Jigano's follow-up brought Rance's momentarily drifting thoughts back to earth. "Ah, yeah. You said 'your' feathers? Do you mean the ones off Isuma?" He gestured with a hand up to the gryphon, only now seeing the spatters of paint on the back. How had he managed that?
He didn't know much about being a bard, but he'd idolized more than one in his youth and took the compliment for what it was, flashing a grin. Not to mention being compared to a Loreseeker again. The more he heard about Jigano's guild, the more he felt the kinship with it. "Gotta say, your offers are gettin' more temptin' by the minute." He'd been worrying where he would keep his journals. Or if he could ever allow himself to have more than a couple, as he had while on the road at home. To have a place to store and accumulate them, to have people who understood who didn't just see him as a nosy bastard....
Jigano's follow-up brought Rance's momentarily drifting thoughts back to earth. "Ah, yeah. You said 'your' feathers? Do you mean the ones off Isuma?" He gestured with a hand up to the gryphon, only now seeing the spatters of paint on the back. How had he managed that?
