Was she there? He had suspicions from his conversations with others, with Remi - and with the Fae. Perhaps she was innocent. But then, he would have assumed Sam was innocent, too, if the alchemist hadn't given him vague warnings that he didn't understand until later. And the tree had been burned by fire and fireworks both when he had stepped out of it and learned the tale from its guardians. "The Mathair is dead," he said quietly. "Fae who were defending it, a sacred tree in their homeland, are dead. Murdered in cold blood by the Voice and her Ascended." The Fae knew what happened in their Woods, hadn't they all learned that already? The barrierfolk might have been allowed to walk beneath the trees now, but not without being watched. Not to desecrate and destroy. The alarm that had called the first Fae to the Mathair's defense had also called their backup, after all, warning of what was underway, and who was responsible for trying to kill their goddess-tree.
Conversations had not always been this way. Had not always been filled with fear and worry. Only since Rexanna had become dependent on the iron goddess, a tool in the Voice's holographic hand, had Jigano become wary of her loyalties.
His talks with Sam of late had done nothing to assuage his fears that the Voice was twisting and using her followers towards no good ends. The news at the Mathair had done significantly more to erode the last of the goodwill he'd been trying to extend to her for the sake of his Ascended friends.
The net was an important distraction but still a way to turn the conversation back to their immediate problems. Rexanna's point was short and sharp, and he gave a shake of his head - and a flex of his fingers - in apology. "Don't worry about it, then. It was a long shot anyways." Maybe if would still be there after LongNight... or maybe the monsters would take it with them when they went back to wherever it was they spent the rest of the year. Remi could make another, hopefully, if it was the latter.
Technology versus upgrades? He hadn't realized there was a difference, but he hummed a grateful note to let Rex know he was nodding as she explained them. "Ah. Sam didn't mention it belonging to someone else. In the end it will be up to Kiada to decide if she wants to bait the trap at all," he admitted. "We may find another way before the next time she's ready to face the beast. Or the technology may not be of interest to it at all. There's just... so much still we don't know." There was frustration there, with himself most of all, and he shook his head with a sigh.
Conversations had not always been this way. Had not always been filled with fear and worry. Only since Rexanna had become dependent on the iron goddess, a tool in the Voice's holographic hand, had Jigano become wary of her loyalties.
His talks with Sam of late had done nothing to assuage his fears that the Voice was twisting and using her followers towards no good ends. The news at the Mathair had done significantly more to erode the last of the goodwill he'd been trying to extend to her for the sake of his Ascended friends.
The net was an important distraction but still a way to turn the conversation back to their immediate problems. Rexanna's point was short and sharp, and he gave a shake of his head - and a flex of his fingers - in apology. "Don't worry about it, then. It was a long shot anyways." Maybe if would still be there after LongNight... or maybe the monsters would take it with them when they went back to wherever it was they spent the rest of the year. Remi could make another, hopefully, if it was the latter.
Technology versus upgrades? He hadn't realized there was a difference, but he hummed a grateful note to let Rex know he was nodding as she explained them. "Ah. Sam didn't mention it belonging to someone else. In the end it will be up to Kiada to decide if she wants to bait the trap at all," he admitted. "We may find another way before the next time she's ready to face the beast. Or the technology may not be of interest to it at all. There's just... so much still we don't know." There was frustration there, with himself most of all, and he shook his head with a sigh.
