Isuma was aware of her effect on people, and used it to her best advantage to con scritches, treats, cuddles, and pets from anyone and everyone she met. Libbs was no exception to her power it would seem, and Jigano laughed as Isuma squirmed in his hands to press up into the careful pets the new Outlander gave her. He asked his question to try and coax some more information out of her, but the answer was decidedly... uninformative, at least at first. He was learning to wait it out, though, and let Libbs process at her own pace.
Gryphons as myths? A strange and sad concept, to think such magnificent creatures had gone extinct on her world. He nodded in sympathy, tucking Isuma back to her preferred perch on his shoulder when Libbs stepped back to twirl and take in the woodlands around them. Concrete? Diesel? Unfamiliar words for almost-familiar things. He tilted his head at her thoughtfully, listening to the picture she painted with her words and remembering a past that wasn't his own. Like the worldship Divinity...
He smiled at her apology and gave a little shake of his head. "It's good to talk things out and work out what you remember," he said gently. "I don't mind." But she was already moving on again and he couldn't help but huff a laugh. Reaching down he scooped up a handful of dirt and concentration on it, letting the song of his earth magic flow through him. A small fern grew from the lump of dirt, bright green and delicate as its leaves unfurled, looking even healthier than the summer-dry plants around them. "There are more gryphons," he acknowledged, smiling. "Though they're rare. I've only seen one other so far: Sunjata's youngster, Haai. And no, the rest of the world is different, though there are many places with large trees." He offered the clump of dirt that he firmed with his magic, and the fern it held. "This place is called the Glade, and it's rather special. The Woodlands beyond are less healthy than this, though if you travel through the Outskirts to the river you'll reach the Greatwood, which is even more impressive than here, and filled with strange magic to make strangers lose their way."
Gryphons as myths? A strange and sad concept, to think such magnificent creatures had gone extinct on her world. He nodded in sympathy, tucking Isuma back to her preferred perch on his shoulder when Libbs stepped back to twirl and take in the woodlands around them. Concrete? Diesel? Unfamiliar words for almost-familiar things. He tilted his head at her thoughtfully, listening to the picture she painted with her words and remembering a past that wasn't his own. Like the worldship Divinity...
He smiled at her apology and gave a little shake of his head. "It's good to talk things out and work out what you remember," he said gently. "I don't mind." But she was already moving on again and he couldn't help but huff a laugh. Reaching down he scooped up a handful of dirt and concentration on it, letting the song of his earth magic flow through him. A small fern grew from the lump of dirt, bright green and delicate as its leaves unfurled, looking even healthier than the summer-dry plants around them. "There are more gryphons," he acknowledged, smiling. "Though they're rare. I've only seen one other so far: Sunjata's youngster, Haai. And no, the rest of the world is different, though there are many places with large trees." He offered the clump of dirt that he firmed with his magic, and the fern it held. "This place is called the Glade, and it's rather special. The Woodlands beyond are less healthy than this, though if you travel through the Outskirts to the river you'll reach the Greatwood, which is even more impressive than here, and filled with strange magic to make strangers lose their way."
