"Yours." He waits. Watches close, smile still present.
Jumblie is animated, moving about every which way as if trying to catch Inigo's attention. Putting on a show, the petals around its neck fluttering about as its hands wave to the side. Not before long, the light higgledy begins to dance, tiny arms circling around one another before it jumps up and down Inigo's lap.
And Inigo may not feel it at first, but the longer he pays attention to Jumblie, the stronger the swell of light and warmth and innocence comes through. It lulls and cradles, Jumblie feeling out the darkness that swirls about Inigo's heart like it desires to touch the tendrils of his sadness. When Jumblie finally does see; when her light seeks out the shadows brought about by farewell after farewell, only then will she consider their bond complete. Locked in, a spirit bound by the strength of human emotion, existing for no other reason than to make sure her new companion can smile again.
Roland summons another thing from his Arms Band - the Higgledy Cookbook that he purchased in the store earlier that day. There he starts skimming pages, a thick tome despite being the first of its series. Thankfully, when it came to the distinction of higgledy types, the book comes segregated by elemental. Under Light, he finds Jumblie the Lovely's entry, to which Roland's smooth baritone reads out loud.
Jumblie too, makes another show as the older man recites, as if it is reacting to the narrative word for word.
"Jumblie the Lovely is considered a cheerful higgledy who brings joy and happiness wherever she goes." Hiiiigle! Piiig! Piggle! Roland holds back a well-meaning smirk before continuing. "Those who can see her kind will often catch sight of her gamboling merrily about the place," Jumblie nods at Inigo, and begins to do just that - walking around his legs in circles like a march. "And whenever anyone's feeling sad...She's always the first to ride to the rescue."
Roland closes the book and tucks it underneath his armpit. He grows silent, if only because he too, mulls over his choice of higgledy for Inigo. For it would have been easy to give him something else, another higgledy that he thought might have suited his desire for strength, for retribution and worth. But when the choice had to be made, Roland knew it could be no other. Inigo's strength is because he is kind, and chooses to be even in the cloudiest of days. He is light, the one who comes when those around him have no one else to turn to. The one who sacrifices his own well-being for another's joy.
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"Yours." He waits. Watches close, smile still present.
Jumblie is animated, moving about every which way as if trying to catch Inigo's attention. Putting on a show, the petals around its neck fluttering about as its hands wave to the side. Not before long, the light higgledy begins to dance, tiny arms circling around one another before it jumps up and down Inigo's lap.
And Inigo may not feel it at first, but the longer he pays attention to Jumblie, the stronger the swell of light and warmth and innocence comes through. It lulls and cradles, Jumblie feeling out the darkness that swirls about Inigo's heart like it desires to touch the tendrils of his sadness. When Jumblie finally does see; when her light seeks out the shadows brought about by farewell after farewell, only then will she consider their bond complete. Locked in, a spirit bound by the strength of human emotion, existing for no other reason than to make sure her new companion can smile again.
Roland summons another thing from his Arms Band - the Higgledy Cookbook that he purchased in the store earlier that day. There he starts skimming pages, a thick tome despite being the first of its series. Thankfully, when it came to the distinction of higgledy types, the book comes segregated by elemental. Under Light, he finds Jumblie the Lovely's entry, to which Roland's smooth baritone reads out loud.
Jumblie too, makes another show as the older man recites, as if it is reacting to the narrative word for word.
"Jumblie the Lovely is considered a cheerful higgledy who brings joy and happiness wherever she goes." Hiiiigle! Piiig! Piggle! Roland holds back a well-meaning smirk before continuing. "Those who can see her kind will often catch sight of her gamboling merrily about the place," Jumblie nods at Inigo, and begins to do just that - walking around his legs in circles like a march. "And whenever anyone's feeling sad...She's always the first to ride to the rescue."
Roland closes the book and tucks it underneath his armpit. He grows silent, if only because he too, mulls over his choice of higgledy for Inigo. For it would have been easy to give him something else, another higgledy that he thought might have suited his desire for strength, for retribution and worth. But when the choice had to be made, Roland knew it could be no other. Inigo's strength is because he is kind, and chooses to be even in the cloudiest of days. He is light, the one who comes when those around him have no one else to turn to. The one who sacrifices his own well-being for another's joy.
Yes, it could only be Jumblie.