Jigano nodded agreement at the Fae having their own magic. It only made sense, and they'd seen some examples with their own eyes already - the illusions that had hidden Delah's warriors, and the earth they seemed to manipulate or be made from. "Elemental magic, certainly. Perhaps more we haven't seen... but humans might still have something they don't. Creation, perhaps, or destruction..." The latter of which might not be such a good one to bring up in negotiations without it sounding like a threat, and Jigano sighed as he looked out over the Village that was such a conundrum to the human interlopers.
"I'm not sure they have an exact match to anything from my world," he admitted wryly. "The Fey I knew were more defined by their origin than their appearance. Half a hundred different kinds, each with an elemental connection. Though they, too, liked playing tricks on mortals." 'Capricious' was a word that came to mind, as was 'whimsical' but there had been nothing whimsical about the warchief! "That whole 'sacrifice' thing makes no sense," he murmured, frown deepening. "Perhaps Delah is spiteful enough to use the word as a weapon to inspire fear, but the one I met... I wonder if there isn't something more going on with it." Amalia could be trusting, dangerously so, especially when it came to the gods. If this Tulmhainar used that against her it was possible that it had taken something from her other than just the pleasure of her reminiscences.
"Inquiry and avarice?" Jigano repeated, brow raising and lips quirking towards a smile. "There's a poet in you behind all that silence after all, isn't there? Mmm. But as to your question, I think we'll need to try and talk to those whose curiosity outweighs their fear to learn more about what they like, what they don't have, or if there's anything that their Village could use that we might be able to supply." Communication was key, and though most of the Fae seemed to be against them - or at least, behind Delah - there were those few who were not so hidebound and perhaps might be amenable to friendly overtures.
He chuckled as Deimos reiterated Kiada's strong points, nodding agreement. "I appreciate the warning," he murmured with a grin.
"I'm not sure they have an exact match to anything from my world," he admitted wryly. "The Fey I knew were more defined by their origin than their appearance. Half a hundred different kinds, each with an elemental connection. Though they, too, liked playing tricks on mortals." 'Capricious' was a word that came to mind, as was 'whimsical' but there had been nothing whimsical about the warchief! "That whole 'sacrifice' thing makes no sense," he murmured, frown deepening. "Perhaps Delah is spiteful enough to use the word as a weapon to inspire fear, but the one I met... I wonder if there isn't something more going on with it." Amalia could be trusting, dangerously so, especially when it came to the gods. If this Tulmhainar used that against her it was possible that it had taken something from her other than just the pleasure of her reminiscences.
"Inquiry and avarice?" Jigano repeated, brow raising and lips quirking towards a smile. "There's a poet in you behind all that silence after all, isn't there? Mmm. But as to your question, I think we'll need to try and talk to those whose curiosity outweighs their fear to learn more about what they like, what they don't have, or if there's anything that their Village could use that we might be able to supply." Communication was key, and though most of the Fae seemed to be against them - or at least, behind Delah - there were those few who were not so hidebound and perhaps might be amenable to friendly overtures.
He chuckled as Deimos reiterated Kiada's strong points, nodding agreement. "I appreciate the warning," he murmured with a grin.
