"I'm not a fighter by preference," Jigano apologized, feeling he should caution the young man fairly. By necessity, yes... but not if he had a choice in it. And he had neither the strength nor weaponry to wound a lion. His rapier - lessened by its journey to this world - wouldn't do more than annoy such a beast. "If something does happen, I won't be able to stop you. But I can at least let Isla know what's happened and she can hopefully gather your friends to help." He chuckled in return, letting the luxere brighten the mood. "And since they avoid fresh meat, I'd say you are correct in not taking a predatory form around them. But... yes, they enjoyed my singing. I am, among other things, a bard - an entertainer. Songs and tales are my stock in trade, and if I weren't good at them I would likely starve." He winked, grin a tad mischievous.
"I'm also partial to a cup of tea or two... I would indeed be grateful if you could show me which trees to harvest from," Jigano added, interest bright in his blue eyes.
The gods may have been a less innocent subject, but they were important - at least in their own minds. And in how they could affect the mortals at their altars. At least it sounded like Remi and his folk had gone willingly, but that made the enforced humiliation, binding, and gagging even more baffling... and entirely unpalatable. Though even Jigano had to admit that the pup had an enchanting blush. Perhaps that had tempted the too-forward godling? It was just as obviously an uncomfortable story, though, not merely from his words but in the little shifts of his body and the nervous play of his fingers on the feather. When Remi glanced at him, Jigano met his eyes solemnly, giving neither amusement nor judgment back, but listening intently. "Cursed..." he murmured, lips finally curving in a frown that was directed above Remi's curly head as the bard sat back, brows creasing in thought. "Frey, you say their name is? Hmm. Not one of the older gods I've seen mentioned in the histories, then. I appreciate the warning in what to expect if I have the misfortune to run across them, though. A 'less fortunate' god, indeed." He shook his head returning his attention to his companion, blue eyes fierce with an intensity of focus as he followed the track of these new facts. "Can you talk about your curse? Or would you prefer to let it lie? I would ask about the other gods instead, if that's easier for you."
"I'm also partial to a cup of tea or two... I would indeed be grateful if you could show me which trees to harvest from," Jigano added, interest bright in his blue eyes.
The gods may have been a less innocent subject, but they were important - at least in their own minds. And in how they could affect the mortals at their altars. At least it sounded like Remi and his folk had gone willingly, but that made the enforced humiliation, binding, and gagging even more baffling... and entirely unpalatable. Though even Jigano had to admit that the pup had an enchanting blush. Perhaps that had tempted the too-forward godling? It was just as obviously an uncomfortable story, though, not merely from his words but in the little shifts of his body and the nervous play of his fingers on the feather. When Remi glanced at him, Jigano met his eyes solemnly, giving neither amusement nor judgment back, but listening intently. "Cursed..." he murmured, lips finally curving in a frown that was directed above Remi's curly head as the bard sat back, brows creasing in thought. "Frey, you say their name is? Hmm. Not one of the older gods I've seen mentioned in the histories, then. I appreciate the warning in what to expect if I have the misfortune to run across them, though. A 'less fortunate' god, indeed." He shook his head returning his attention to his companion, blue eyes fierce with an intensity of focus as he followed the track of these new facts. "Can you talk about your curse? Or would you prefer to let it lie? I would ask about the other gods instead, if that's easier for you."
