Ahhh, that made more sense, and Jigano nodded in understanding, though Reithdur's parentage still confused him. He was the world-goddess's grandson, then, not truly her son? If his mother had been one of the forest spirits who were the Mother's daughters? But in truth it hardly mattered, not as the tale continued. At first Caiside had helped his friend, because why wouldn't he? But at the introduction of soldiers and unjust war took an even darker turn than patricide, Jigano's expression turned carefully neutral and he focused on his work so Caiside wouldn't see the worry in his eyes. He thought he knew the direction the tale was taking, for it was all too familiar to his own life, and sins he wasn't sure he wanted to share even now.
That was quite a ways down the trail his own story was laying, however, and the early parts were innocent enough, free of the world's corruption that would taint the later chapters. Jigano spun images of that distant first night. He nodded wryly at his friend's comment, for it had been difficult to take in and process back then, though his innate curiosity had pushed him to try and understand the visions. "It burned as tall as adult man most of the time - never less than that - for over a hundred years without cease until that day. And then it was as though it had never burned at all, if not for the scorched stone around it." He agreed soberly. But what came next would have to wait as they were forced to cease their chatter and focus on their hands and steel. He nodded wryly, hating to leave his friend on a cliffhanger but recognizing the needs of the metal they were working.
He was surprised at how well his came out, in spite of his rusty skills and shaking hands. He smiled at Caiside, offering is friend a grateful bow. "It will more than do in a pinch. Thank you for the lesson - and the stories! I'm looking forward to continuing both again soon," he said warmly before he packed up and took his leave.
That was quite a ways down the trail his own story was laying, however, and the early parts were innocent enough, free of the world's corruption that would taint the later chapters. Jigano spun images of that distant first night. He nodded wryly at his friend's comment, for it had been difficult to take in and process back then, though his innate curiosity had pushed him to try and understand the visions. "It burned as tall as adult man most of the time - never less than that - for over a hundred years without cease until that day. And then it was as though it had never burned at all, if not for the scorched stone around it." He agreed soberly. But what came next would have to wait as they were forced to cease their chatter and focus on their hands and steel. He nodded wryly, hating to leave his friend on a cliffhanger but recognizing the needs of the metal they were working.
He was surprised at how well his came out, in spite of his rusty skills and shaking hands. He smiled at Caiside, offering is friend a grateful bow. "It will more than do in a pinch. Thank you for the lesson - and the stories! I'm looking forward to continuing both again soon," he said warmly before he packed up and took his leave.
