Remi's description made sense and seemed to mesh well with what Jigano had learned from other Outlanders. He nodded slowly, then cocked his head at the question. "I suppose... perhaps it doesn't so much 'know' as 'sense' what we... were? And then adjusted us to fit in with the closest equivalent on this world?" He tilted his head, intrigued by the train of thought. "Perhaps there is something about Caido - or its gods - that prevented anything not of this world from coming through?" Hence no kitsune or demigods in the way Caiside once was.
Without knowing how Accepted became Attuned - aside from a prayer to the gods - Jigano was uncertain how initial shifts were chosen, or perhaps bestowed? upon the people of Caido. It sounded as though it had been somewhat similar in Northhaven, based on Remi's descriptions, and the bard listened with interest, brow rising in surprise at the mention of a third shift. "A raccoon?" he repeated, bemused as a small grin spread over his features. Remi's continued explanation of why the shift was an appropriate one had Jigano's grin widening, and he started to nod in agreement--
At least until Isla's name was mentioned. Like Remi, his humor faded for a moment, but as the younger man continued on Jigano tilted his head in acknowledgment, if not precisely agreement. "I think your other explanation, that it fits well with your... personality and strengths? perhaps, that sounds likely. It would also explain why I gained... raven's wings," he admitted, swallowing past the anxiety he felt at saying the words aloud. Imagining Remi in a fox's shape was... oddly uncomfortable, he found, and it served as an unexpected distraction at his other discomfort.
"Have you ever hunted together as fox and lion?" he asked instead, still weighing in his head whether or not he could divulge his original 'shift' to this particular young man with whom he'd had such a tumultous relationship so far.
Without knowing how Accepted became Attuned - aside from a prayer to the gods - Jigano was uncertain how initial shifts were chosen, or perhaps bestowed? upon the people of Caido. It sounded as though it had been somewhat similar in Northhaven, based on Remi's descriptions, and the bard listened with interest, brow rising in surprise at the mention of a third shift. "A raccoon?" he repeated, bemused as a small grin spread over his features. Remi's continued explanation of why the shift was an appropriate one had Jigano's grin widening, and he started to nod in agreement--
At least until Isla's name was mentioned. Like Remi, his humor faded for a moment, but as the younger man continued on Jigano tilted his head in acknowledgment, if not precisely agreement. "I think your other explanation, that it fits well with your... personality and strengths? perhaps, that sounds likely. It would also explain why I gained... raven's wings," he admitted, swallowing past the anxiety he felt at saying the words aloud. Imagining Remi in a fox's shape was... oddly uncomfortable, he found, and it served as an unexpected distraction at his other discomfort.
"Have you ever hunted together as fox and lion?" he asked instead, still weighing in his head whether or not he could divulge his original 'shift' to this particular young man with whom he'd had such a tumultous relationship so far.
