By the time you are disturbed in your observations you've filled up three pages with scribbles and scratches and scrawling text, little drawings of individuals you found interesting interspersed within. So engrossed are you, in fact, that you do not notice the man who is leaving the temple until he's (literally) nearly upon you. You did not expect someone to trip over you, though perhaps it's a predictable outcome given where you're sitting- but everyone else had managed to avoid you so far. Though if we look back, your limited knowledge of Jigano does suggest a certain lack of spatial awareness and tendency to put his feet where they really shouldn't go.
Despite his nearly crushing you you greet him with a smile, brown eyes bright as they turn up toward him, thick eyebrows raised at his wobbly stance. "Hullo, 'Gano!" you greet in return, wondering how the bard will react to you leaving off the first syllable of his name. "I am healthy an' satisfied with my work. How're you?"
It seems you are going to attract more attention than you intended today, but at least you've managed to get some good observation in before, and you find you don't mind the company. "Hullo, Wessex! I'm observin' people at the temple. What're you doin'? Isn' it uncomfortable to be in this much sun?" Both the individuals are interesting in their own ways, and besides, you'd been hoping to observe some more interpersonal interactions of the human-animals in the Hollowed Grounds. "D'you know each other?" you ask innocently, glancing between the pair of them, your expression warm and bright.
Despite his nearly crushing you you greet him with a smile, brown eyes bright as they turn up toward him, thick eyebrows raised at his wobbly stance. "Hullo, 'Gano!" you greet in return, wondering how the bard will react to you leaving off the first syllable of his name. "I am healthy an' satisfied with my work. How're you?"
It seems you are going to attract more attention than you intended today, but at least you've managed to get some good observation in before, and you find you don't mind the company. "Hullo, Wessex! I'm observin' people at the temple. What're you doin'? Isn' it uncomfortable to be in this much sun?" Both the individuals are interesting in their own ways, and besides, you'd been hoping to observe some more interpersonal interactions of the human-animals in the Hollowed Grounds. "D'you know each other?" you ask innocently, glancing between the pair of them, your expression warm and bright.
there's no time to be bored
in a world as beautiful as this
in a world as beautiful as this
