"Ah, your tea brewers would do a fine trade with the barrierfolk, if we have anything they would want," Jigano said, delighted at hearing of seasonal blends and brews. "A good friend of mine makes a very nice apple tea that we drink in my Guildhall. Apples are one of the few things that seem to grow almost healthy in that land," he let slip with a wry grin, for he enjoyed sharing tidbits of knowledge with Weaver, as much as he had with Eliza - if not more, for his conversations with Weaver were not shadowed with the fear of lost friends.
Although there were some secrets he would keep, both his own and those given into his care, he was mostly happy to share lore with those who desired it. Although some things were too dangerous to let loose in the world, they were far fewer than the simple, useful things that he hoped would be helpful. If not useful in some tangible way, then at least contributing to breaking down the barriers of ignorance and misunderstanding between their cultures so they could find more common ground.
Though her smile did not fade, the very way it froze gave him a clue to her answer before she spoke, and his shoulders slumped a little as he nodded. "Yes," he agreed, voice soft with regret. "I suppose it was naive of me to think that it was a punishment unique to the barrier... Well. This coming Deepfrost we will be more prepared, at least." The Outlanders would be, he meant. The Naturals had done what they could to help their uninvited guests prepare for the terrible week, but some lessons had to be learned the hard way. Something he was reminded of every time his fingers traced the scars on Rory's face and chest...
"I am sorry for bringing up such an unpleasant thing," he said gently. "And for doing all the talking today! Are there any questions you would like to ask of me?"
Although there were some secrets he would keep, both his own and those given into his care, he was mostly happy to share lore with those who desired it. Although some things were too dangerous to let loose in the world, they were far fewer than the simple, useful things that he hoped would be helpful. If not useful in some tangible way, then at least contributing to breaking down the barriers of ignorance and misunderstanding between their cultures so they could find more common ground.
Though her smile did not fade, the very way it froze gave him a clue to her answer before she spoke, and his shoulders slumped a little as he nodded. "Yes," he agreed, voice soft with regret. "I suppose it was naive of me to think that it was a punishment unique to the barrier... Well. This coming Deepfrost we will be more prepared, at least." The Outlanders would be, he meant. The Naturals had done what they could to help their uninvited guests prepare for the terrible week, but some lessons had to be learned the hard way. Something he was reminded of every time his fingers traced the scars on Rory's face and chest...
"I am sorry for bringing up such an unpleasant thing," he said gently. "And for doing all the talking today! Are there any questions you would like to ask of me?"
