[SE] Roots Take Hold (Open)

Abasi picked up on the tone of Jigano's question, but he had never been one to avoid conflict for the sake of keeping peace. "Yes. I am of this land now and therefore under their care. Gods should at least be willing to listen to those in their worlds. It is the other side of the contract - the people of the land worship and follow the rules and the Gods pay attention." Honestly, Abasi was beginning to get a little frustrated with not just being Abandoned, but having to explain to so many people why it annoyed him. Did none of them feel equally hurt? At least Jigano seemed to have some knowledge as far as magic went. "Yes. But I do not mind as it is a miracle to me to be able to make any in a day." As for his Purification magic...he had not yet had much chance to use it, but the opportunity Jigano described confused him. "Zariah...she is the Queen, isn't she? The rightful one, before the rebellions...? I was not present for the events but I have heard some things. I would have to use my judgement, but I would be hesitant to use any power against a member of my rulers." He nodded along at the news of the progression of his healing magic, pausing in his planting to stare at his hand and imagine running them over broken bones, seeing flesh stitch together underneath his fingers. "I don't know if I will have much chance to practice it, but it would be good to have such abilities. Loren can heal the mind, I believe. But he is far more talented than I." Abasi smiled in a fond way that bore a great contrast to his usual frowning face and monotone voice. As much as it was becoming clear he and Jigano had some differences in opinion, he still respected magic when he saw it. "Absolutely. Why would I refuse?" Listening to what it was the guild was, Abasi had to once again remember he was no longer back in Egypt, where scholarly pursuits were things left to the noble and rich only. He was sure Jigano's guild would be open to anyone and there was a residual discomfort in his chest at the idea. But he did not voice it, only instead asking: "Are you a historian or scholar, or were before here?" A B A S I The birds are mocking me They call to be heard The birds are mocking me They curse my return