"You don't say, from one peacock to another, then-" Snickering, she bobbed her head in a mock bow. "I would be glad to have you. I was thinking of getting into dye, actually, maybe even pulling my own thread. You wouldn't happen to know where I might find raw fiber when I'm walking properly? I don't mind a challenge, don't be afraid to send me trekking all across the Hallowed Grounds." Paying him a winsome smile they approached the door, and so their time together drew short. Surely she would be weary by the time she arrived home with her precious cargo of tomes - just popping back with follow up questions simply wasn't an answer.
Mel shuffled through her thoughts for anything she might have missed, anything she might want to ask before departing, though the only thing she could dredge up besides the desire for thread was the strangely intrusive query the Are had stirred up only days prior. It came to her lips just as readily as it came to mind, casual and light. "Oh, I meant to ask - what is it that you care about?" Not Blight, not maps, not secrets of adapting from a money-based society to bartering. Whether Jigano saw it as intrusive or philosophical banter, it had been abrupt, perhaps appearing to be asked out of impulse and a lack of tact by the unobservant. The way she had turned to look at him, however - studying his reaction in a curious, othering way - might have suggested to others that she had not made a mistake in the slightest.
Mel shuffled through her thoughts for anything she might have missed, anything she might want to ask before departing, though the only thing she could dredge up besides the desire for thread was the strangely intrusive query the Are had stirred up only days prior. It came to her lips just as readily as it came to mind, casual and light. "Oh, I meant to ask - what is it that you care about?" Not Blight, not maps, not secrets of adapting from a money-based society to bartering. Whether Jigano saw it as intrusive or philosophical banter, it had been abrupt, perhaps appearing to be asked out of impulse and a lack of tact by the unobservant. The way she had turned to look at him, however - studying his reaction in a curious, othering way - might have suggested to others that she had not made a mistake in the slightest.
