Jigano had thought that their trading was off to a good start, and was warming up to some good old-fashioned haggling when a blade inserted herself into the conversation, slaying it instantly. The warchief was small but inarguably in charge and none too happy to find them lingering in her village, as she made abundantly clear once more, and never mind Arduinna's admonition to be hospitable. Jigano raised a brow at her scowling countenance, momentarily considering a sly retort, but a glance at the basket seller showed him to be well and truly cowed, and their trading over before it had ever really begun. The bard stifled a sigh, his attention shifting to Deimos as his brow shifted ever so slightly in orientation, a silent 'well?' of curiosity as to how the big man would respond.
Somewhat surprisingly, he chose retreat as the better part of valor, and Jigano wasn't foolish enough to face down the Fae chieftess on his own. He sketched her a quick bow and then turned to follow, noting that his companion's posture was anything but bowed in defeat. Not a rout, then, but a regrouping? The dark almost-amusement a moment later confirmed his suspicions, and he snorted at the understatement. "Exactly as I'd pictured it," he replied dryly as they slipped out of sight behind some bushes and towards the stream, the bard following the soldier's wake curiously now, wondering what he had in mind. "I suppose now that we know what they look like and what they're used for we can try to weave them ourselves," he began, cautiously. "I haven't done it since I was a child though..."
He had assumed they were going to get raw materials, but Deimos had something else in mind, crouching and concentrating in a way that made Jigano think oddly of Remi for a moment, and then wonder why--
The object that formed in the big man's hands from seeming nothingness was explanation enough, and Jigano let out a low whistle of admiration as he peered at the construct. "Nicely done! I'd appreciate something with..." he hesitated, realizing wryly that he still had no real heraldry or symbol of his own, too used to burying himself in obscurity. "Crescent moons, if it wouldn't be too much trouble," he decided at last. "And... thank you." He hadn't expected an offering, and wouldn't have been surprised if Deimos had made one for himself and left the bard to try and weave some mess from wet reeds and childhood memories. That the other man was willing to make one for him as well as pleasantly unexpected, and forced Jigano to sit back on his heels and reconsider their morning's interaction in a different light as he watched his companion work his particular brand of magic.
Somewhat surprisingly, he chose retreat as the better part of valor, and Jigano wasn't foolish enough to face down the Fae chieftess on his own. He sketched her a quick bow and then turned to follow, noting that his companion's posture was anything but bowed in defeat. Not a rout, then, but a regrouping? The dark almost-amusement a moment later confirmed his suspicions, and he snorted at the understatement. "Exactly as I'd pictured it," he replied dryly as they slipped out of sight behind some bushes and towards the stream, the bard following the soldier's wake curiously now, wondering what he had in mind. "I suppose now that we know what they look like and what they're used for we can try to weave them ourselves," he began, cautiously. "I haven't done it since I was a child though..."
He had assumed they were going to get raw materials, but Deimos had something else in mind, crouching and concentrating in a way that made Jigano think oddly of Remi for a moment, and then wonder why--
The object that formed in the big man's hands from seeming nothingness was explanation enough, and Jigano let out a low whistle of admiration as he peered at the construct. "Nicely done! I'd appreciate something with..." he hesitated, realizing wryly that he still had no real heraldry or symbol of his own, too used to burying himself in obscurity. "Crescent moons, if it wouldn't be too much trouble," he decided at last. "And... thank you." He hadn't expected an offering, and wouldn't have been surprised if Deimos had made one for himself and left the bard to try and weave some mess from wet reeds and childhood memories. That the other man was willing to make one for him as well as pleasantly unexpected, and forced Jigano to sit back on his heels and reconsider their morning's interaction in a different light as he watched his companion work his particular brand of magic.
