He wilted, but only a little. It had been a brief hope, and one often enough dashed that he was more rueful than surprised. "Ah well, it was worth asking. And those are other races on my world," he explained easily enough. "Like... like the Fae, here. Nonhuman races," he clarified, still a little bemused by the different classes of human on Caido being considered separate races. "Though some could interbreed with humans and form their own melded races."
Jigano chuckled at Weaver's advice, delighted by her description of her brother. "That sounds perfect, thank you. Hopefully I can get him to listen to me long enough to ask!" He hadn't seemed very interested in conversation at the fishing hole or making the Grounder refuge, but surely a bard could find a way to get a word in edgewise? But Weaver was revealing more of her secrets and Jigano flashed her a grin at hearing that she could dance. "Ah, a musician's best friend! Nothing quite beats playing music for dancers. Hopefully you can convince him to share his skills at the Kraai for Deepfrost?" Was it even a possibility, or all too likely to result in a sulky teen?
It was his turn to nod as she confirmed her place on the beach, sharing a smile with her over an experience that he suspected they would both long remember, the night almost dreamlike in how it had played out. His smile faded to a look of concentration as he drank in her warnings of elementals, humming thoughtfully. "I met one in the Fangs once. It led us to a frost giant..." And eventually its own death at the arrow of a cultist. "Which was then eaten by a dragon right in front of me. It was a bit of a harrowing day," he added with dry amusement, able to find the humor in it now that it was safely in the past.
"I've heard her name, but I'd appreciate hearing more. She sounds dangerous." Just like everything else in Halo, except possibly the ningyos.
Jigano chuckled at Weaver's advice, delighted by her description of her brother. "That sounds perfect, thank you. Hopefully I can get him to listen to me long enough to ask!" He hadn't seemed very interested in conversation at the fishing hole or making the Grounder refuge, but surely a bard could find a way to get a word in edgewise? But Weaver was revealing more of her secrets and Jigano flashed her a grin at hearing that she could dance. "Ah, a musician's best friend! Nothing quite beats playing music for dancers. Hopefully you can convince him to share his skills at the Kraai for Deepfrost?" Was it even a possibility, or all too likely to result in a sulky teen?
It was his turn to nod as she confirmed her place on the beach, sharing a smile with her over an experience that he suspected they would both long remember, the night almost dreamlike in how it had played out. His smile faded to a look of concentration as he drank in her warnings of elementals, humming thoughtfully. "I met one in the Fangs once. It led us to a frost giant..." And eventually its own death at the arrow of a cultist. "Which was then eaten by a dragon right in front of me. It was a bit of a harrowing day," he added with dry amusement, able to find the humor in it now that it was safely in the past.
"I've heard her name, but I'd appreciate hearing more. She sounds dangerous." Just like everything else in Halo, except possibly the ningyos.
