"I might be biased, but I agree," the bard said with a chuckle. "Reading about distant places and different cultures and strange creatures that exist in truth can be as exciting as an adventure tale written from the imagination... because some day you might actually get to see or meet them!" If one traveled, or if they came to visit, that was. Some might argue that the Fae and humans would have been better off remaining tales to each other, but Jigano yet had hope that they could find ways to coexist and benefit each other, even if building those bridges was a slow and careful undertaking.
He knew better than to push any farther than he already had, when Jiao went quiet and looked away, and he let the silence fall between them for a few moments as he teased Isuma with a twig that she pretended to bite at, taking it gently in her beak and tugging at it until their Fae friend was ready to speak again. Her words were worth listening to, but it was the sadness in her voice that truly caught Jigano's attention, and he nodded slowly as he surrendered the twig and shifted his hand to rub Isuma's ears affectionately.
"You're right, of course," he said quietly. "It's not the same, and can't be. But... sometimes you have to learn a lesson the hard way to really understand it." He smiled wanly at the seamstress, tilting his head to the side in agreement. "Not everyone would want to leave, but there are many who would, if they could, and that probably would ease some of the tensions between our peoples. Perhaps some of those portals the gods spoke of could be...I don't know, adjusted, somehow? To send people back. What do you think?"
He knew better than to push any farther than he already had, when Jiao went quiet and looked away, and he let the silence fall between them for a few moments as he teased Isuma with a twig that she pretended to bite at, taking it gently in her beak and tugging at it until their Fae friend was ready to speak again. Her words were worth listening to, but it was the sadness in her voice that truly caught Jigano's attention, and he nodded slowly as he surrendered the twig and shifted his hand to rub Isuma's ears affectionately.
"You're right, of course," he said quietly. "It's not the same, and can't be. But... sometimes you have to learn a lesson the hard way to really understand it." He smiled wanly at the seamstress, tilting his head to the side in agreement. "Not everyone would want to leave, but there are many who would, if they could, and that probably would ease some of the tensions between our peoples. Perhaps some of those portals the gods spoke of could be...I don't know, adjusted, somehow? To send people back. What do you think?"
