Jigano nodded quietly, knowing some of Sam's history. Enough, at least, to appreciate what a haven the Atheneum had been for a young, reedy Wordsworth who didn't live up to his father's unattainable expectations. "It's good work," he praised his friend and guild Chronicler. "You've the finest hand in the Guild, and the illuminations add a wonderful touch to the chapter pages." A personal touch that set Sam's pages and chapters of the guild logs apart from everyone else's, even more distinctive than handwriting alone.
The bard hadn't thought many Fae would talk to an Ascended, truth be told, but he frowned slightly at the mention of books in the Atheneum. "That's... odd..." he mused, half to himself, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as he looked at the redhead who loved the Voice so dearly that he would lie for her. "We combed the Atheneum for books that told of the outside world before the Barrier fell and couldn't find anything. The book that Safrin led Amalia to in the Underground library was the only one with even a hint of a mention of them, and even that didn't name them outright." It had taken a quest from Safrin to learn about the Fae before their unfortunate first meeting with the winged people of the north, but the bard's suspicions faded somewhat at the mention of Nephele, and he nodded an acceptance of the story.
Sam? Suggesting a party? Jigano's smile returned as he sipped his own tea, giving a satisfied nod at how much his friend had changed in the past year. "Yes, I was thinking of something like that. I'll be holding a class on Flora and Fauna of the Hollowed Grounds for our more recent Outlanders soon, and might see if any would be interested in joining us after that, but then.... yes, a nice evening together would be good. Especially if Amalia is up and about by then." Deimos's task wasn't far from his thoughts, and he wished the General the best of luck and the swiftest collection of what he needed.
Alas, it sounded as though they'd be one less when that night came, and the bard's expression grew troubled. "Yes... I was there that night. What happened to Abasi was... it was a hard thing, Sam. I am unsurprised that Loren needs time away from where his lover died. But did he say that he was leaving the Guild for good?" Time to mourn was not to be rushed, and Jigano had promised Loren could have that time when it had been Remi's absence that caused his sorrow. With Abasi gone, it was the least of what the summoner likely needed. "I should try to see him soon, and find out what he needs from us, or if there's any way the guild can support him in this difficult time."
The bard hadn't thought many Fae would talk to an Ascended, truth be told, but he frowned slightly at the mention of books in the Atheneum. "That's... odd..." he mused, half to himself, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as he looked at the redhead who loved the Voice so dearly that he would lie for her. "We combed the Atheneum for books that told of the outside world before the Barrier fell and couldn't find anything. The book that Safrin led Amalia to in the Underground library was the only one with even a hint of a mention of them, and even that didn't name them outright." It had taken a quest from Safrin to learn about the Fae before their unfortunate first meeting with the winged people of the north, but the bard's suspicions faded somewhat at the mention of Nephele, and he nodded an acceptance of the story.
Sam? Suggesting a party? Jigano's smile returned as he sipped his own tea, giving a satisfied nod at how much his friend had changed in the past year. "Yes, I was thinking of something like that. I'll be holding a class on Flora and Fauna of the Hollowed Grounds for our more recent Outlanders soon, and might see if any would be interested in joining us after that, but then.... yes, a nice evening together would be good. Especially if Amalia is up and about by then." Deimos's task wasn't far from his thoughts, and he wished the General the best of luck and the swiftest collection of what he needed.
Alas, it sounded as though they'd be one less when that night came, and the bard's expression grew troubled. "Yes... I was there that night. What happened to Abasi was... it was a hard thing, Sam. I am unsurprised that Loren needs time away from where his lover died. But did he say that he was leaving the Guild for good?" Time to mourn was not to be rushed, and Jigano had promised Loren could have that time when it had been Remi's absence that caused his sorrow. With Abasi gone, it was the least of what the summoner likely needed. "I should try to see him soon, and find out what he needs from us, or if there's any way the guild can support him in this difficult time."
