Abasi's hair was as dark as Jigano's father's had been, though the human man was somewhat shorter. A flicker of nostalgia caught the bard unexpectedly, but the erstwhile gardener's courteously formal manner was oddly reassuring, and the bard found a faint smile in return as the other man gestured to his plantings.
"I'm Jigano," he said simply, leaving off mention of the Loreseekers for the moment as he looked for a clean place to put his books. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Abasi. And people here know the value of working together, I think. It was the only way to survive while the barrier still stood, and even now this is not an easy land." It was more than he had intended to say, but by now it was practically instinct to be friendly towards fellow Outlanders, no matter the state of his own heart.
He looked around for someplace clean and out of the way to set his books - settling for the stone step leading up to the building itself, before he returned to join Abasi. He knelt down running his fingers through the soil thoughtfully and reaching for the well of energy within him, grasping the 'green' threads that were how he saw his earth magic. He made no showy outward indication, simply letting his newfound power flow from his fingers into the soil, loosening it as he combed through it. He could feel the white threads of his healing magic vibrating slightly and out of curiosity he tugged on them, too, feeling heat tingle across his skin as the soil became enriched beneath his touch.
He reached for one of the shrubs, shifting it to its new home, and the leaves seemed to visibly perk up and become more vibrant as he scooped the freshened soil around its roots and patted it into place. "What is it that you do here? Or, plan to do?" he asked, courtesy and quiet curiosity combining in the question.
"I'm Jigano," he said simply, leaving off mention of the Loreseekers for the moment as he looked for a clean place to put his books. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Abasi. And people here know the value of working together, I think. It was the only way to survive while the barrier still stood, and even now this is not an easy land." It was more than he had intended to say, but by now it was practically instinct to be friendly towards fellow Outlanders, no matter the state of his own heart.
He looked around for someplace clean and out of the way to set his books - settling for the stone step leading up to the building itself, before he returned to join Abasi. He knelt down running his fingers through the soil thoughtfully and reaching for the well of energy within him, grasping the 'green' threads that were how he saw his earth magic. He made no showy outward indication, simply letting his newfound power flow from his fingers into the soil, loosening it as he combed through it. He could feel the white threads of his healing magic vibrating slightly and out of curiosity he tugged on them, too, feeling heat tingle across his skin as the soil became enriched beneath his touch.
He reached for one of the shrubs, shifting it to its new home, and the leaves seemed to visibly perk up and become more vibrant as he scooped the freshened soil around its roots and patted it into place. "What is it that you do here? Or, plan to do?" he asked, courtesy and quiet curiosity combining in the question.
