"So everythin' y'have is of greater or equal value to the boot, includin' the other boot?" You're channeling Oia a little with the question, trying to determine where the value of the boot lies and why it appears to be both high enough that he would desire it back and low enough that he would trade nothing for its retrieval.
The Jigano gives another name as well, Provost of the Loreseekers. "Why are you known as that?" It seems a strange way to term it: not I am, but I am known as. Almost as though he did not truly commit to the name, which, to be fair, is quite long and mouthy. Splaying your fingers in the mud, you grin as it schleps between them, oozing up your arms a small way. "I think I like Jigano better. An' I think the mud agrees!" The mud lacks the requisite amount of sentience required to agree, Oia would say, but Oia isn't here and you believe that all things are entitled to an opinion and feelings and thoughts.
Squatting is difficult to maintain for too long, so you finally stand, bringing a handful of pliable mud with you. "I don't remember where I'm from." The mud slips from your fingers, and you catch it with your other hand, continuing the motion while looking up at Jigano. "I'll remember when my assignment is done. Somewhere in Caido, but not here." Clearly you aren't troubled by this lack of memory: it is Rae's design, after all.
The mud begins to schlep up your arm, wrapping around it almost affectionately. "Whaddabout you? Where are you from? Is it here or somewhere else?"
The Jigano gives another name as well, Provost of the Loreseekers. "Why are you known as that?" It seems a strange way to term it: not I am, but I am known as. Almost as though he did not truly commit to the name, which, to be fair, is quite long and mouthy. Splaying your fingers in the mud, you grin as it schleps between them, oozing up your arms a small way. "I think I like Jigano better. An' I think the mud agrees!" The mud lacks the requisite amount of sentience required to agree, Oia would say, but Oia isn't here and you believe that all things are entitled to an opinion and feelings and thoughts.
Squatting is difficult to maintain for too long, so you finally stand, bringing a handful of pliable mud with you. "I don't remember where I'm from." The mud slips from your fingers, and you catch it with your other hand, continuing the motion while looking up at Jigano. "I'll remember when my assignment is done. Somewhere in Caido, but not here." Clearly you aren't troubled by this lack of memory: it is Rae's design, after all.
The mud begins to schlep up your arm, wrapping around it almost affectionately. "Whaddabout you? Where are you from? Is it here or somewhere else?"
there's no time to be bored
in a world as beautiful as this
in a world as beautiful as this
