Again one pale brow rose at the pup's overconfidence - so sure he could hurt Jigano, that the bard would be sent to the infirmary as patient instead of messenger. He didn't say anything to contradict his companion, but he let the silence speak volumes as he glanced down at his book again, scanning a new page - the last in the entry on the luxere.
Talk of the luxere was a good way to lighten the atmosphere, at least, and Jigano smiled at Remi's joking, giving a lordly nod of his head at the assumption. "I'd like to think so," he murmured, an understatement and perhaps a bit of false modesty. "Though the food here is rather... bland." Tired might have been a better word for it. Not as flavorful or sustaining as it should be; a problem of the barrier and generations of inbreeding, no doubt.
"I'll pay a visit, then," the bard once again returned his companion's smile, rubbing a page of the book between his fingers thoughtfully as he studied the paper used in its creation. "And thank you for the invitation. Isla pointed it out to me earlier, I just haven't had time to stop by before now." He wished he had some tea now, in fact, the talking proving thirstier than reading would have been.
Both brows went up this time at the question, and Jigano tilted his head back, echoing Remi's gesture with conscious amusement that they shared the same habit. "Yes? The first four. I had hoped to seek them out, but..." he shrugged, watching the other man thoughtfully. "They're mentioned in the histories of this world, however broken and incomplete most of them are. Caido, the creator. Rae, god of nature and Vi, of life. And Mort, of course. An interesting pantheon, to be sure. Mort, Vi, and Rae seem to have equal standing beneath Caido, though Mort could stand opposite either Caido or Vi in aspect of ending versus beginnings, and Rae's aspect takes elements from both Vi and Mort, perhaps indicating a line of descent-- But here I am, rambling." He chuckled, giving an apologetic nod and changing the topic back to the curse and the new gods Remi had spoken of.
The curse was as devastating as it was unexpected. Pale brows pulled together in intense thought as Remi continued. Jigano had never known romantic love, but there were more ways to care for people than that, and he found a swirl of loathing in his heart for this callous 'Frey' who would steal something so intimate. "Tell me," the Lorekeeper found himself saying, his tone gentle but commanding. "Tell me everything you remember. What did they say, exactly?"
These people weren't his problems, weren't his responsibility. He was out of the business of saving others. He could tell himself that, and could even mean it. But sometimes... he just couldn't help himself. Old habits died hard.
As hard as old friends.
Talk of the luxere was a good way to lighten the atmosphere, at least, and Jigano smiled at Remi's joking, giving a lordly nod of his head at the assumption. "I'd like to think so," he murmured, an understatement and perhaps a bit of false modesty. "Though the food here is rather... bland." Tired might have been a better word for it. Not as flavorful or sustaining as it should be; a problem of the barrier and generations of inbreeding, no doubt.
"I'll pay a visit, then," the bard once again returned his companion's smile, rubbing a page of the book between his fingers thoughtfully as he studied the paper used in its creation. "And thank you for the invitation. Isla pointed it out to me earlier, I just haven't had time to stop by before now." He wished he had some tea now, in fact, the talking proving thirstier than reading would have been.
Both brows went up this time at the question, and Jigano tilted his head back, echoing Remi's gesture with conscious amusement that they shared the same habit. "Yes? The first four. I had hoped to seek them out, but..." he shrugged, watching the other man thoughtfully. "They're mentioned in the histories of this world, however broken and incomplete most of them are. Caido, the creator. Rae, god of nature and Vi, of life. And Mort, of course. An interesting pantheon, to be sure. Mort, Vi, and Rae seem to have equal standing beneath Caido, though Mort could stand opposite either Caido or Vi in aspect of ending versus beginnings, and Rae's aspect takes elements from both Vi and Mort, perhaps indicating a line of descent-- But here I am, rambling." He chuckled, giving an apologetic nod and changing the topic back to the curse and the new gods Remi had spoken of.
The curse was as devastating as it was unexpected. Pale brows pulled together in intense thought as Remi continued. Jigano had never known romantic love, but there were more ways to care for people than that, and he found a swirl of loathing in his heart for this callous 'Frey' who would steal something so intimate. "Tell me," the Lorekeeper found himself saying, his tone gentle but commanding. "Tell me everything you remember. What did they say, exactly?"
These people weren't his problems, weren't his responsibility. He was out of the business of saving others. He could tell himself that, and could even mean it. But sometimes... he just couldn't help himself. Old habits died hard.
As hard as old friends.
