Jigano chuckled softly at the disapproval of the naturals, not particularly bothered by it. That would be changing soon enough, if he had any say in the matter, even if he could only change the opinions of a few at a time. It wasn't as if there were a lot of people here, after all. Changing individual minds until he'd reached them all was, sadly, possible. Well, those that could be changed. He had no doubt that there'd be some stubborn holdouts.
But he could be stubborn, too.
Remi's bow brought a broader smile to the bard's face, and he returned it with an elegant flourish, able to perform a more courtly gesture since he was still standing. He let Remi muse while he worked on the chair, his choice of floor the simplest when there was no room on the nearest shelves - possibly why they'd been dumped there in the first place. He was also beginning to have terrible urges to begin reorganizing things, what he could reach of them. There seemed no rhyme or reason to the place, books in at least a dozen different languages - or more - interspersed without regard to subject or author. Finding things seemed as much a matter of luck as skill. Maybe if he started with just one shelf--
But that way lay madness. More, an utter lack of priorities which he had long since outgrown. The information contained in the Atheneum needed to be shared and used, and he couldn't do that if he locked himself inside and spent a lifetime cataloguing the great library. Someone else would have to take that task upon themselves.
But just one shelf couldn't hurt...
"Oh, me?" the lorekeeper asked absently, shaking himself out of his distraction as the chair was freed and he was able to pull it over to the table across from Remi. "A few weeks, I think. Time is a little... strange here." He grimaced, glancing towards the collapsed section of the building where cold wind swirled snow against a cloudy sky. "It was autumn - er, Leafchange - when I arrived. And now it's the heart of midwinter, quite overnight. It's a bit disconcerting."
With a sigh he opened his own book, flipping through and noting the chapter names first before going back to the beginning, humming softly. "When fairies are real, the tales about them are facts," the white-haired man noted dryly, lips quirking in a small smile. "The lovely doctor was having similar problems with a fiery flower we found in the glade, back before the snow fell." He glanced up, blue eyes dancing with amusement as he continued, voice gently teasing. "Unless there are several Remis running around here, I do believe you're the alchemist friend she mentioned, yes? Your name also passed young Edy's lips. I'm honored to finally meet such a famous man."
But he could be stubborn, too.
Remi's bow brought a broader smile to the bard's face, and he returned it with an elegant flourish, able to perform a more courtly gesture since he was still standing. He let Remi muse while he worked on the chair, his choice of floor the simplest when there was no room on the nearest shelves - possibly why they'd been dumped there in the first place. He was also beginning to have terrible urges to begin reorganizing things, what he could reach of them. There seemed no rhyme or reason to the place, books in at least a dozen different languages - or more - interspersed without regard to subject or author. Finding things seemed as much a matter of luck as skill. Maybe if he started with just one shelf--
But that way lay madness. More, an utter lack of priorities which he had long since outgrown. The information contained in the Atheneum needed to be shared and used, and he couldn't do that if he locked himself inside and spent a lifetime cataloguing the great library. Someone else would have to take that task upon themselves.
But just one shelf couldn't hurt...
"Oh, me?" the lorekeeper asked absently, shaking himself out of his distraction as the chair was freed and he was able to pull it over to the table across from Remi. "A few weeks, I think. Time is a little... strange here." He grimaced, glancing towards the collapsed section of the building where cold wind swirled snow against a cloudy sky. "It was autumn - er, Leafchange - when I arrived. And now it's the heart of midwinter, quite overnight. It's a bit disconcerting."
With a sigh he opened his own book, flipping through and noting the chapter names first before going back to the beginning, humming softly. "When fairies are real, the tales about them are facts," the white-haired man noted dryly, lips quirking in a small smile. "The lovely doctor was having similar problems with a fiery flower we found in the glade, back before the snow fell." He glanced up, blue eyes dancing with amusement as he continued, voice gently teasing. "Unless there are several Remis running around here, I do believe you're the alchemist friend she mentioned, yes? Your name also passed young Edy's lips. I'm honored to finally meet such a famous man."
