[SE] Playing with Fire

Caiside winced a little internally when he felt his stuff Jigano was in response to his embrace, but it was easy to breeze past, and more than likely more polite to not mention. No, it seemed best to focus on the heavy ingots the bard had just revealed, Caiaixes eyes going wide. ”You’ve been holding out on me!”He cried, a smile on his lips. ”And to think I’ve been working with scraps. Where did these come from?”Skill would take one far, but even skill couldn’t do much with poor materials. ”We spoke a great deal, but it felt as if I was missing a piece of the conversation the entire time.” Caiside cocked his head the memory of the sprites, his smile fighting and his eyes dipping down to look at himself as he remembered the golden dust, the rush of power, so close to what he lost. He was quiet for a moment longer, then looked up at Jigano, golden eyes slipping over the mans face to instead follow How hands, and the strands of silver hair. ”I do wish I’d asked different things of them. Perhaps I’d have come back with some useful information.” The words were followed with a laugh, Caiside stepping away from the dismal thoughts with a well practiced grace. This was hardly goif to be the thing to drag him down. Honestly, Caiside barely understood what the festival was about, apart from having something to do with the sun. That one scrap was enough to give him an idea, a shallow one maybe, but if it was executed well then it would hardly matter. ”I had thought little charms could be nice? In the shape of the sun, of course, a polished so they reflect any light shone at them.” Caiside smiled, giving Jigano a moment to digest his idea, then continued. They would be like little sun scraps.” Caiside I have never been allowed to be Holy, I have never been forgiven for Wanting;