Sometimes friendships needed a little time to breathe and heal over. They had certainly tested theirs to the limit in recent seasons, and there had been a time when Jigano had been certain that Sam wouldn't remain - with him as a friend, or with the Loreseekers as a Guild since he ran it - due to their religious differences. He didn't make it easy for Sam, admittedly... but Sam didn't really make it easy for anyone who'd been Blighted or threatened by the Voice, either. It was a thorny, touchy subject without right answers or easy paths. The bard was just glad that they'd been able to weather it so far, and spending time working together seemed to be helping to find those similarities that had drawn them together in the beginning, reminding them of what they shared rather than what divided them.
The book of flora was something he thought Kai and Oia would be particularly interested in, and his eyes brightened with pleasure at hearing that it would be done so soon. "I'm looking forward to reading it when it's done," he said eagerly. Many a time he had been found walking the Woodlands with an herbal from the Atheneum in hand, identifying plants with it, or using the plants he recognized to decipher an unknown language the book was written in. "And I'm particularly excited for the Legends book. I don't get to hear nearly enough of the stories around here that don't have to do with immediate survival." His expression was rueful as he sipped his tea. Legends of things like Land sharks and Spark birds, Spire Demons and LongNight monsters were all too real. He would dearly love to read some local tales that were just whimsical and harmless.
He smiled back at his old friend, nodding in complete agreement. "We've had an influx of new recruits that have been keeping me hopping," he admitted with a chuckle. "I need to send at least one of them to practice handwriting with you. Quanil is their name, a young farmer who joined us right after Fiat Lux. They're young... so I'd like to start them off with some easy work. Copying over some of the older books in the Atheneum in fresh ink, sort of thing, once their writing passes your approval for it. If you'd be willing to take on an apprentice of sorts?" he asked with his usual arched brow, though this time he was smiling beneath it. "They already know their letters, at least, but if you're still working with Maea perhaps they can join in?"
The book of flora was something he thought Kai and Oia would be particularly interested in, and his eyes brightened with pleasure at hearing that it would be done so soon. "I'm looking forward to reading it when it's done," he said eagerly. Many a time he had been found walking the Woodlands with an herbal from the Atheneum in hand, identifying plants with it, or using the plants he recognized to decipher an unknown language the book was written in. "And I'm particularly excited for the Legends book. I don't get to hear nearly enough of the stories around here that don't have to do with immediate survival." His expression was rueful as he sipped his tea. Legends of things like Land sharks and Spark birds, Spire Demons and LongNight monsters were all too real. He would dearly love to read some local tales that were just whimsical and harmless.
He smiled back at his old friend, nodding in complete agreement. "We've had an influx of new recruits that have been keeping me hopping," he admitted with a chuckle. "I need to send at least one of them to practice handwriting with you. Quanil is their name, a young farmer who joined us right after Fiat Lux. They're young... so I'd like to start them off with some easy work. Copying over some of the older books in the Atheneum in fresh ink, sort of thing, once their writing passes your approval for it. If you'd be willing to take on an apprentice of sorts?" he asked with his usual arched brow, though this time he was smiling beneath it. "They already know their letters, at least, but if you're still working with Maea perhaps they can join in?"
