"He's braver than he looks - or thinks he is," Jigano murmured with a smile, loyal in his honesty. "But yes. I second the 'ew'." Though if they truly made each other happy he supposed he'd get over it. Probably. Some day. "Reason enough to hide in the Infirmary, or somewhere else. Anywhere else," he added under his breath, almost glad for the distraction of the adorably peeved bobcat kitten. Almost. Those claws were still plenty sharp even if he was only pint-sized yet!
He assumed Bobi had caught Isuma's scent, but he wasn't so sure as he glanced back bemusedly at the interaction between firemage and feline. "Can you tell what he's got a burr up his fuzzy butt about?" Dropping back into earthier language took a bit of a mental switch, but Jigano made the effort for his 'maybe don't use that word yet' friend. He probably should have ignored the whispering, but he couldn't help but grin at the mention of his hair care routine. Edy wasn't wrong, after all, but at the mention of not being a magic user his expression fell into studiously neutral lines. "Ah. Well. Not anymore, no," he agreed, keeping his voice light and easy as he worked his way gracefully over a fallen pillar that might once have held statuary in a broad cross street.
He paused at the top to do a scan of the surroundings, frowning at the way the snow hid and softened much of the more broken rubble. There were still plenty of buildings standing though - if one was charitable at defining 'standing' as 'no roof, less than three walls, and no more than one story.' There had been some nicer buildings in the area he had wandered about with Bastien, but he was trying to find more of a tradesman's area. "Treasure," he called back absently. "Though if there's a monster guarding it, I thought you could fry it up for a Long Night delicacy for Vervain." He slid down, striking out at an angle from his previous path, leaving his long, narrow footprints in the snow. "I'm looking for a cache of metals," he explained. "Preferably refined but unworked. But beggars and choosers and all that."
He glanced back, giving her a wry grin. "So if you or the kitten notice anything shiny, sing out! Or anything toothy or fangy, for that matter."
He assumed Bobi had caught Isuma's scent, but he wasn't so sure as he glanced back bemusedly at the interaction between firemage and feline. "Can you tell what he's got a burr up his fuzzy butt about?" Dropping back into earthier language took a bit of a mental switch, but Jigano made the effort for his 'maybe don't use that word yet' friend. He probably should have ignored the whispering, but he couldn't help but grin at the mention of his hair care routine. Edy wasn't wrong, after all, but at the mention of not being a magic user his expression fell into studiously neutral lines. "Ah. Well. Not anymore, no," he agreed, keeping his voice light and easy as he worked his way gracefully over a fallen pillar that might once have held statuary in a broad cross street.
He paused at the top to do a scan of the surroundings, frowning at the way the snow hid and softened much of the more broken rubble. There were still plenty of buildings standing though - if one was charitable at defining 'standing' as 'no roof, less than three walls, and no more than one story.' There had been some nicer buildings in the area he had wandered about with Bastien, but he was trying to find more of a tradesman's area. "Treasure," he called back absently. "Though if there's a monster guarding it, I thought you could fry it up for a Long Night delicacy for Vervain." He slid down, striking out at an angle from his previous path, leaving his long, narrow footprints in the snow. "I'm looking for a cache of metals," he explained. "Preferably refined but unworked. But beggars and choosers and all that."
He glanced back, giving her a wry grin. "So if you or the kitten notice anything shiny, sing out! Or anything toothy or fangy, for that matter."
