Each Fae he had met had been unique, both in looks and personality, and Tarasha continued that trend. They were vibrantly inked in a way that few within the Hollowed Grounds could claim, their skin a canvas of color and art that was revealed as they joined Jigano on the ground. The bard smiled in relief at both the laugh the the acceptance of his apology, glad that this seemed to be one of the more curious and daring Fae, rather than one of Delah's grumpy guards - not that they didn't have reason to be grim, after the havoc the Ascended had wreaked on them.
"Thank you, gracious Tarasha," Jigano said with a grin, reaching up to scritch at Isuma's shoulder as she purred her approval of the admiration so clear in the Fae's manner, preening at the attention. "And this is Isuma. The pleasure is ours, especially to our first visitor from the Greatwood in far too long." He knew why the Fae had banned the Grounders; had understood and even supported it, giving their neighbors time to mourn and decide what to do about the threats emerging to the south. He hadn't agreed with Wessex's petty tantrum banning the Fae in return, but now that it was finally overturned perhaps the bridges could start to be rebuilt once more.
"Boats and the hearts within them," he agreed with a smile, kneeling to place his hand against the ground, skin to earth, so that he could feed the magic into the seeds and the soil below them once more. Other varieties sprouted to join those scattered by Tarasha, vibrant reds and pale blues and sunshine yellows bobbing up to create a small rainbow meadow in the glade, a patch of vibrancy amid the drab and washed out hues of the barrierlands, a mix of Greatwood and Hollowed Grounds beauty dancing together in the spring breeze. "Is that what brought you to our humble home? Neighborly good-will... or perhaps a bit of curiosity about the wicked humans and the shadowlands we live in?" he added with a crooked smile, knowing a bit about some of the Fae opinions of his people from Hazel and Jiao and Eliza.
"Thank you, gracious Tarasha," Jigano said with a grin, reaching up to scritch at Isuma's shoulder as she purred her approval of the admiration so clear in the Fae's manner, preening at the attention. "And this is Isuma. The pleasure is ours, especially to our first visitor from the Greatwood in far too long." He knew why the Fae had banned the Grounders; had understood and even supported it, giving their neighbors time to mourn and decide what to do about the threats emerging to the south. He hadn't agreed with Wessex's petty tantrum banning the Fae in return, but now that it was finally overturned perhaps the bridges could start to be rebuilt once more.
"Boats and the hearts within them," he agreed with a smile, kneeling to place his hand against the ground, skin to earth, so that he could feed the magic into the seeds and the soil below them once more. Other varieties sprouted to join those scattered by Tarasha, vibrant reds and pale blues and sunshine yellows bobbing up to create a small rainbow meadow in the glade, a patch of vibrancy amid the drab and washed out hues of the barrierlands, a mix of Greatwood and Hollowed Grounds beauty dancing together in the spring breeze. "Is that what brought you to our humble home? Neighborly good-will... or perhaps a bit of curiosity about the wicked humans and the shadowlands we live in?" he added with a crooked smile, knowing a bit about some of the Fae opinions of his people from Hazel and Jiao and Eliza.
