A bard who wasn't aware of the people around him and their reactions to his presence was a bard soon covered in rotten vegetable matter, or else soon run out of town, Jigano had heard. He wasn't so perceptive in the forest or the wilds, but he knew people, albeit from necessity rather than desire, and he kept a careful ear and corner of his eye out for the reactions of the vendors as they passed back through the market. The ones who had been hostile before hadn't changed, but many of those who had seemed neutral seemed to have taken courage - or else, direction - from Delah's visit and now scowled or glared openly at the tall interlopers in their village. The minority who had been curious now refused to meet their eyes, ducking heads and shoulders away or busying themselves with Fae customers rather than risk being singled out should their warchief return.
Jigano might have had to stifle a sigh if he didn't catch sight of Deimos's reaction to his teasing, and a sly smile spread over his face at the sudden tension. Rather than play if off as a joke the dark man tried to skirt past it, not really an answer, and far short of a confession, but enough to keep the bard's interest piqued. "Suns, yes," he mused in agreement. "She is bright as the spring sky between the rains, and her smile is radiant. Or did you have a different meaning for choosing that symbol for her?"
Jigano might have had to stifle a sigh if he didn't catch sight of Deimos's reaction to his teasing, and a sly smile spread over his face at the sudden tension. Rather than play if off as a joke the dark man tried to skirt past it, not really an answer, and far short of a confession, but enough to keep the bard's interest piqued. "Suns, yes," he mused in agreement. "She is bright as the spring sky between the rains, and her smile is radiant. Or did you have a different meaning for choosing that symbol for her?"
