Jigano nodded silent agreement, for what else could he add? Adjectives piled on adjectives and yet none of them did the sea justice. He now knew why she spoke of it with such rapt energy, and hsving seen it for himself he had no better words for that endless expanse of mystery and beauty.
Weapons were more down to earth, easier to grasp in hands and minds, and Jigano grinned at the question returned to him. "Rapier for me, swift and precise, sometimes paired with a dagger for close-work. I can aim a crossbow well enough, though I lack your precision with your hunting bow. Ronin has given me a lesson or two in fisticuffs, and Deimos has tried to teach me short sword, though I fear I'm far from his best student in that regard." To each their own, as the saying went, but having more tools at hand could only help if a catastrophe loomed that required a different approach than just poking something to death,
He grinned at his friend's interest, pleased to have his magic met with curiosity and excitement. "That it is, though it's been a bit inconsistent lately," he admitted, unable to reproduce his trick with the quill or make the metal armaments he'd watched Deimos craft so elegantly in the past. At least he had found himself able to do this much, the memories of herbs and recipes in Evie's books combining with his healing magic into a concoction that might not cure as well as a unicorn's horn, but should provide more comfort than mere leaves alone could do. "It's just a bruise balm with a dash of Healing magic thrown in to speed the recovery," he admitted with a rueful smile. "I don't have a fancy name for it... unless you can help me think of one?"
Weapons were more down to earth, easier to grasp in hands and minds, and Jigano grinned at the question returned to him. "Rapier for me, swift and precise, sometimes paired with a dagger for close-work. I can aim a crossbow well enough, though I lack your precision with your hunting bow. Ronin has given me a lesson or two in fisticuffs, and Deimos has tried to teach me short sword, though I fear I'm far from his best student in that regard." To each their own, as the saying went, but having more tools at hand could only help if a catastrophe loomed that required a different approach than just poking something to death,
He grinned at his friend's interest, pleased to have his magic met with curiosity and excitement. "That it is, though it's been a bit inconsistent lately," he admitted, unable to reproduce his trick with the quill or make the metal armaments he'd watched Deimos craft so elegantly in the past. At least he had found himself able to do this much, the memories of herbs and recipes in Evie's books combining with his healing magic into a concoction that might not cure as well as a unicorn's horn, but should provide more comfort than mere leaves alone could do. "It's just a bruise balm with a dash of Healing magic thrown in to speed the recovery," he admitted with a rueful smile. "I don't have a fancy name for it... unless you can help me think of one?"
