Her quiet smiles were treasures worth waiting for, Jigano decided, smiling back with the momentary rapport of a fellow bibliophile. Her tongue had been sharp when they had first met, but she had been brave enough to stay, patient enough to listen, and kind enough not to threaten him with Delah's wrath. He was glad she had been willing to show him some of the depths that existed beneath her initial aloof reception of a human in her woods, and gladder still that they had found some common interests. It was a beginning, at least, and one he hoped that they could build on together as the seasons turned.
Sending people home was an idea that 108 had thought impossible, but Jigano had never truly heard the Voice refute, once she had been freed and given back her power. "The gods do not always answer in ways we might wish, if they answer at all," Jigano agreed wryly. "But it is worth asking, if one appears who is willing to listen to the question. I'll see what I can do." Ludo might not care, but he could always try. The Voice... perhaps he could speak to Lucas about it? The Outlander Ascended might be willing to find out for him, if he was lucky.
He watched her stand and go to fetch her fabric, and rose more slowly as she pronounced her satisfaction with the dye job. He blinked, surprised and impressed at the delicate color, but especially the marbled pattern. "I think it's gorgeous," he said sincerely, not bothering to hide his admiration as he took a tentative step closer to watch how a passing breeze rippled the pale fabric so that the pinks danced like flower petals in the sun. "If you decide to expand your clientele to the humans, I would be honored to help you display your wares." He offered her a gallant bow as Isuma reeped curious interest in Jiao's fluttering cloth, and Jigano found himself wondering if she would like to be decked out as well, perhaps in matching accessories...? Probably a silly thought, but one worth remembering.
Sending people home was an idea that 108 had thought impossible, but Jigano had never truly heard the Voice refute, once she had been freed and given back her power. "The gods do not always answer in ways we might wish, if they answer at all," Jigano agreed wryly. "But it is worth asking, if one appears who is willing to listen to the question. I'll see what I can do." Ludo might not care, but he could always try. The Voice... perhaps he could speak to Lucas about it? The Outlander Ascended might be willing to find out for him, if he was lucky.
He watched her stand and go to fetch her fabric, and rose more slowly as she pronounced her satisfaction with the dye job. He blinked, surprised and impressed at the delicate color, but especially the marbled pattern. "I think it's gorgeous," he said sincerely, not bothering to hide his admiration as he took a tentative step closer to watch how a passing breeze rippled the pale fabric so that the pinks danced like flower petals in the sun. "If you decide to expand your clientele to the humans, I would be honored to help you display your wares." He offered her a gallant bow as Isuma reeped curious interest in Jiao's fluttering cloth, and Jigano found himself wondering if she would like to be decked out as well, perhaps in matching accessories...? Probably a silly thought, but one worth remembering.
