”It was a very cautious and well-thought out poking,” he defended himself with a grin. ”They don’t really give off much warmth until you’re touching them, and I still need to see how much light they give off at night, but perhaps they have other useful properties… so long as they aren’t negated with anything too dangerous.” Better safe than sorry where magic was involved, even if it seemed relatively benign at first. The fact that the natives hadn’t already cultivated them closer to the settlement seemed to indicate some sort of issue with the plants, but perhaps if they were rare the effort hadn’t been worth it for a bit of glow.
Isla had a lovely laugh, Jigano noted absently as he searched the ground at his feet. ”The bar to numb the pain of whatever wounds I acquire, and the infirmary to get them tended to,” he agreed wryly. ”Though I hope I won’t be acquiring any injuries anytime soon! I’d far rather meet the infirmary staff when I can offer assistance, rather than being the one assisted!” So far the world had seemed fairly peaceful, aside from the excitement with the animated gourds. Even that was more unsettling than truly dangerous, but he knew there were far worse things than boredom to deal with. With the Atheneum and so many other outlanders to meet and learn stories from, even that wasn’t currently a threat, though for the sake of the natives and animals trapped in the barrier the bard hoped they could find a way through it eventually.
For now, though, he’d settle for helping one person with a task far more attainable. He hadn’t expected to find the right plant so soon, but he grinned with pleasure and a little pride at her compliments. Standing and brushing off his knees he left the gathering of the seedpods to the professional so he didn’t damage them on accident. ”Hardly anything so noble,” he demurred with a wry lift to his lips. A fox’s eyes, perhaps, but nothing so grand as an eagle! ”But now that I know what to look for, how many more do you need? I suppose I don’t even know how busy the infirmary usually is, or what sorts of injuries you normally see here…?” Who better to let him know of the local dangers, after all, than one who spent her days tending their aftermath!
Isla had a lovely laugh, Jigano noted absently as he searched the ground at his feet. ”The bar to numb the pain of whatever wounds I acquire, and the infirmary to get them tended to,” he agreed wryly. ”Though I hope I won’t be acquiring any injuries anytime soon! I’d far rather meet the infirmary staff when I can offer assistance, rather than being the one assisted!” So far the world had seemed fairly peaceful, aside from the excitement with the animated gourds. Even that was more unsettling than truly dangerous, but he knew there were far worse things than boredom to deal with. With the Atheneum and so many other outlanders to meet and learn stories from, even that wasn’t currently a threat, though for the sake of the natives and animals trapped in the barrier the bard hoped they could find a way through it eventually.
For now, though, he’d settle for helping one person with a task far more attainable. He hadn’t expected to find the right plant so soon, but he grinned with pleasure and a little pride at her compliments. Standing and brushing off his knees he left the gathering of the seedpods to the professional so he didn’t damage them on accident. ”Hardly anything so noble,” he demurred with a wry lift to his lips. A fox’s eyes, perhaps, but nothing so grand as an eagle! ”But now that I know what to look for, how many more do you need? I suppose I don’t even know how busy the infirmary usually is, or what sorts of injuries you normally see here…?” Who better to let him know of the local dangers, after all, than one who spent her days tending their aftermath!
