"I'd never seen an ocean before I came to Torchline," he admitted, voice quiet as they trekked through the birdsong and animal calls of the jungle. "There's still so much I don't know about it..."
Jigano grinned at her chuckle, tilting his head in acknowledgment. "That's true enough. Dangerous, but so far the rewards have outweighed the risks." Most of the time, at least. Not always, though, as the memory of lost friends lingered. He might have said more, but as Lirsi crouched and went quiet he held his tongue, peering through the foliage to the beast beyond.
A feathery pastel herbivore it nonetheless looked strange with its combination of beak and horns, and he watched it in fascinated bemusement for long moments. "So it is..." he murmured just as softly. He flexed his hands, feeling the magic singing in his soul beginning to swell at his call. A dragon seemed a bit much for this situation now that he was seeing the shy beast for the first time, too big to crash through the dense undergrowth in a prolonged chase, but he had other measures to call upon.
A spear formed from creation magic, mixed with earth and fire. The bard hefted it cautiously, sighting between the leaves and feeling a momentary pang of regret that he had to kill the creature before he could take the time to study it further while alive. It was a fleeting worry, and he swiftly tensed and then relaxed as he flung the weapon with all his strength, grunting in satisfaction as the ramphire looked up in surprise - too late. It staggered, the weapon sticking out from its chest, and took a few stumbling steps before sinking down with a low cry.
Jigano grinned at her chuckle, tilting his head in acknowledgment. "That's true enough. Dangerous, but so far the rewards have outweighed the risks." Most of the time, at least. Not always, though, as the memory of lost friends lingered. He might have said more, but as Lirsi crouched and went quiet he held his tongue, peering through the foliage to the beast beyond.
A feathery pastel herbivore it nonetheless looked strange with its combination of beak and horns, and he watched it in fascinated bemusement for long moments. "So it is..." he murmured just as softly. He flexed his hands, feeling the magic singing in his soul beginning to swell at his call. A dragon seemed a bit much for this situation now that he was seeing the shy beast for the first time, too big to crash through the dense undergrowth in a prolonged chase, but he had other measures to call upon.
A spear formed from creation magic, mixed with earth and fire. The bard hefted it cautiously, sighting between the leaves and feeling a momentary pang of regret that he had to kill the creature before he could take the time to study it further while alive. It was a fleeting worry, and he swiftly tensed and then relaxed as he flung the weapon with all his strength, grunting in satisfaction as the ramphire looked up in surprise - too late. It staggered, the weapon sticking out from its chest, and took a few stumbling steps before sinking down with a low cry.
