"That sounds perfect," Jigano smiled at his friend, his heart lightening a little at hearing that Sam was still taking notes and making books. "I will be eager to read it! What new things have you found?" His own explorations of the Greatwood had of course been cut short by Zariah's proclamations, and he was looking forward to reading about what the bookmaker had discovered and witnessed in his own adventures among the grand trees with their dizzying spells of misdirection.
But Sam's defense of the Voice came unexpectedly, and from a direction Jigano hadn't anticipated. "If she 'did something horrible it would be for a good reason'...? There could be a 'good reason' for killing the Greatwood and all who live within?" He had friends among the Fae, and the bard looked at his first friend on Caido with a helpless sort of disbelief that the gentle bookmaker could be so callous. "Did she send you into Sidhe, too? Deliberately against the request and wishes of the Fae we're trying to befriend? Sam, even if you weren't caught, do you really think that makes what you did right, to go sneaking about someone else's home when you've been expressly told not to?" Was this the long term effect of her reaching into his head and removing his memories? Had she done something else to him while she was in there? Worries and doubts, concerns and anxieties about the newest goddess of Caido sparked a quiet fire at the thought of her manipulating his kindly friend, and Jigano remembered the question Safrin had asked him in the Glade, when she had brought him so low that he had broken beneath the final weight her words had laid on him.
It had been a long time since he had seriously considered standing with the new goddess, preferring to keep a place of neutrality between them all even as he had edged closer to the capricious Ludo, one favor at a time.
But by all the Old Gods and the ones of his home, fortunate and unfortunate alike, if the Voice was seeking to corrupt Sam, then she had crossed a line. He might be too mortal to do anything against her now, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try.
But Sam's defense of the Voice came unexpectedly, and from a direction Jigano hadn't anticipated. "If she 'did something horrible it would be for a good reason'...? There could be a 'good reason' for killing the Greatwood and all who live within?" He had friends among the Fae, and the bard looked at his first friend on Caido with a helpless sort of disbelief that the gentle bookmaker could be so callous. "Did she send you into Sidhe, too? Deliberately against the request and wishes of the Fae we're trying to befriend? Sam, even if you weren't caught, do you really think that makes what you did right, to go sneaking about someone else's home when you've been expressly told not to?" Was this the long term effect of her reaching into his head and removing his memories? Had she done something else to him while she was in there? Worries and doubts, concerns and anxieties about the newest goddess of Caido sparked a quiet fire at the thought of her manipulating his kindly friend, and Jigano remembered the question Safrin had asked him in the Glade, when she had brought him so low that he had broken beneath the final weight her words had laid on him.
It had been a long time since he had seriously considered standing with the new goddess, preferring to keep a place of neutrality between them all even as he had edged closer to the capricious Ludo, one favor at a time.
But by all the Old Gods and the ones of his home, fortunate and unfortunate alike, if the Voice was seeking to corrupt Sam, then she had crossed a line. He might be too mortal to do anything against her now, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try.
