They worked well together, given a common goal and time to talk things through. In spite of the weather's best attempts to send them packing they had managed to create Remi's vision and get it rooted - literally - to the spot, able to resist wind and waves for the foreseeable future. Holding the sand in place, creating more when it tried to slip away, and creating the sandstone for Remi's stone roots to anchor in left the bard feeling a little drained but warmed by their success, and he started to smile at his companion on the beach before the alchemist drew his attention to Maea.
He turned, seeing the pale-haired girl in her spooky, ragged shawl fighting with the ocean, and his eyes widened at her dismayed snarl. A quick look up and down the beach showed no one else in sight as far as the rain revealed, but the waves around her were dancing unnaturally and he looked over to Remi with concern. "Do you think there are spirits in the ocean here, like there are in the Greatwood?" He remembered what Caiside had told him about being led astray by the odd creatures - sprites? - in those earlier days. There had been the ice sprite in the Halo Fangs, too. It didn't seem implausible to him that Torchline would have its own elemental inhabitants, prone to mischief and trouble.
Jigano started over towards Maea to lend a hand, eyes scanning the waves for any unusual activity in the murky, rain-obscured waters.
He turned, seeing the pale-haired girl in her spooky, ragged shawl fighting with the ocean, and his eyes widened at her dismayed snarl. A quick look up and down the beach showed no one else in sight as far as the rain revealed, but the waves around her were dancing unnaturally and he looked over to Remi with concern. "Do you think there are spirits in the ocean here, like there are in the Greatwood?" He remembered what Caiside had told him about being led astray by the odd creatures - sprites? - in those earlier days. There had been the ice sprite in the Halo Fangs, too. It didn't seem implausible to him that Torchline would have its own elemental inhabitants, prone to mischief and trouble.
Jigano started over towards Maea to lend a hand, eyes scanning the waves for any unusual activity in the murky, rain-obscured waters.
