”Thank you,” Jigano murmured with a half-bow for the kind offer. He hoped that he would be seeing more of Tarasha, and soon, and they might be able to tell him more about the friends he was less certain of finding unless they sought him out, or the Greatwood took particular pity on him. Tarasha’s mention of the cold quirked the bard’s lips a little higher, however, and he nodded agreement. ”Unless you have a form that’s furred or scaled enough to help overcome it, it’s a harsh place to visit without reason. All barren snow and ice. There’s a harsh beauty to it… but it makes even the Hollowed Grounds seem like a garden bursting with life in comparison.” And Tarasha could well see how sickly the Grounds were next to the Greatwood, just across the barrier scar. He paused then tilted a grin at his new acquaintance. ”Besides, you’d have to wrap up and hide all of your beautiful art!”
Isuma bounced back up into the air, fluttering down to play among the flowers they had planted and Jigano gave Tarasha a reassuring nod as he grinned at her antics, her pale head bobbing up into view amidst the flowers before disappearing beneath their colorful blooms again. ”Not many Loreseekers are terribly research-oriented among the books,” he admitted with a chuckle. ”But we seek all sorts of lore, so that’s fine. We count explorers and adventurers among our numbers, as well as experimenters with magic and other things. Sometimes we find things in books that are incomplete and we try to recreate them through trial and error. Everything we learn is worth recording and passing along to others, or simply to future generations,” he added with a grin. ”The Atheneum is one of the largest buildings in the human settlement at the center of the Hollowed Grounds. It has a round dome, and one side has been recently repaired. There are no other buildings like it.” With those directions Tarasha should be able to find it easily, he hoped.
”I make it as quick and painless for them and for me as possible,” he offered the strikingly-tattooed Fae with wry assurance. ”But the festival will celebrate life, and Frey and Rae in particular. I do hope you can find a few hours to come by! …Tell me, Tarasha, do you like riddles?” he asked slyly, a mischievous twinkle in blue eyes.
Isuma bounced back up into the air, fluttering down to play among the flowers they had planted and Jigano gave Tarasha a reassuring nod as he grinned at her antics, her pale head bobbing up into view amidst the flowers before disappearing beneath their colorful blooms again. ”Not many Loreseekers are terribly research-oriented among the books,” he admitted with a chuckle. ”But we seek all sorts of lore, so that’s fine. We count explorers and adventurers among our numbers, as well as experimenters with magic and other things. Sometimes we find things in books that are incomplete and we try to recreate them through trial and error. Everything we learn is worth recording and passing along to others, or simply to future generations,” he added with a grin. ”The Atheneum is one of the largest buildings in the human settlement at the center of the Hollowed Grounds. It has a round dome, and one side has been recently repaired. There are no other buildings like it.” With those directions Tarasha should be able to find it easily, he hoped.
”I make it as quick and painless for them and for me as possible,” he offered the strikingly-tattooed Fae with wry assurance. ”But the festival will celebrate life, and Frey and Rae in particular. I do hope you can find a few hours to come by! …Tell me, Tarasha, do you like riddles?” he asked slyly, a mischievous twinkle in blue eyes.
