It was a travesty of bardic skill for words to fail him in describing the tulmhainars, and yet the great creatures defied description almost as a matter of course. It was frustrating to not be able to do them justice, but until Loren met one - and after being barred from Sidhe Village that might never come to pass - Jigano's imperfect words would have to suffice. "Something like that. So much more than that, really... but that's the best I can do at the moment. They remember worlds, Loren, and the space between stars..." He shook his head in remembered wonder, not even the blight able to take that from him.
The mage's condolences were a kindness that brought a smile to Jigano's lips, however faint and sad, and he gave a nod of gratitude as they continued to work sdie-by-side. "She was very, very old," he said quietly. "Tulmhainars have a way of... of bending the world around them, so great is their presence. It's so powerful that in the normal course of things that only one Tulmhainar may reside on a world at a time, from what she explained. Two would put the world at risk. She was placed in the basement of the Spire, a world apart from this one, by the power of Rae... and possibly the Voice as well. She wanted to see the sky again so badly..." He sighed, his trembling fingers slowing in their task as he leaned against the wall beside the window, letting it support him. "But when she heard that another Tulmhainar already resided on Caido, she chose to let age and death claim her rather than risk the world's safety for her own freedom." She had been noble as well as kind, and he regretted deeply that he had not been able to spend more time with her and learn more about her.
He slanted a glance over at his fellow scholar, wondering if Loren cared to be hearing this at all, or if his own exhaustion and black mood was too encompassing. "Though she wasn't far from death by the time we reached her. Not after what Roana and her friends had done to her."
The mage's condolences were a kindness that brought a smile to Jigano's lips, however faint and sad, and he gave a nod of gratitude as they continued to work sdie-by-side. "She was very, very old," he said quietly. "Tulmhainars have a way of... of bending the world around them, so great is their presence. It's so powerful that in the normal course of things that only one Tulmhainar may reside on a world at a time, from what she explained. Two would put the world at risk. She was placed in the basement of the Spire, a world apart from this one, by the power of Rae... and possibly the Voice as well. She wanted to see the sky again so badly..." He sighed, his trembling fingers slowing in their task as he leaned against the wall beside the window, letting it support him. "But when she heard that another Tulmhainar already resided on Caido, she chose to let age and death claim her rather than risk the world's safety for her own freedom." She had been noble as well as kind, and he regretted deeply that he had not been able to spend more time with her and learn more about her.
He slanted a glance over at his fellow scholar, wondering if Loren cared to be hearing this at all, or if his own exhaustion and black mood was too encompassing. "Though she wasn't far from death by the time we reached her. Not after what Roana and her friends had done to her."
