A welcoming smile and gentle teasing? Like a desert to the rain, Jigano found himself relaxing and offering Hotaru a widening grin in return. "I would be disappointed if you didn't," he assured her, taking the profered hand in a courteously firm grip, acknowledging her skill and strength before slipping his foot back and bowing to brush his forehead to her knuckles, elegant as any courtier greeting a great lady.
He stepped back, turning to catch Sunjata's approach and return his nod with a smile. When last they'd met they'd both been blighted and struggling with the echoes of it. This, he hoped, would be a better day for both them - a hope that seemed to play out a moment later at the smugness of the man's voice and Hotaru's teasing in return. His grin widened at the wager as he put on an expression of complete innocence. "Are you the gambling type, Sunjata?" he asked, a sly twinkle in his eyes.
"I don't mind working outside," he offered, reaching for the bucket of sealant and giving their hostess a salute as he headed back out and around the back to the furnace. He didn't know much about glassblowing, but he could patch holes with the best of them, especially when it came to stone. He hummed softly to himself as he settled into the familiar old work of helping a new shop go up, searching amidst the nearby rubble to find rocks of the appropriate sizes and then using his earth magic to trace their faults and crack them into the right shapes to fill the holes in the furnace, applying the sealant over each as he went.
He stepped back, turning to catch Sunjata's approach and return his nod with a smile. When last they'd met they'd both been blighted and struggling with the echoes of it. This, he hoped, would be a better day for both them - a hope that seemed to play out a moment later at the smugness of the man's voice and Hotaru's teasing in return. His grin widened at the wager as he put on an expression of complete innocence. "Are you the gambling type, Sunjata?" he asked, a sly twinkle in his eyes.
"I don't mind working outside," he offered, reaching for the bucket of sealant and giving their hostess a salute as he headed back out and around the back to the furnace. He didn't know much about glassblowing, but he could patch holes with the best of them, especially when it came to stone. He hummed softly to himself as he settled into the familiar old work of helping a new shop go up, searching amidst the nearby rubble to find rocks of the appropriate sizes and then using his earth magic to trace their faults and crack them into the right shapes to fill the holes in the furnace, applying the sealant over each as he went.
