SAFRIN
"Do you think yourself so clever Jigano, that you would try and compare yourself to me? That you, arrogant enough to be called The Sage would think knowledge gained here, in just over a year, gives you a sufficient enough understanding?"
Oh, she could defend herself herself with words all she liked. He might think himself the cleverer of the two, but she had eternity with which to toy with him. With which to grind his soul into dust. He however, did not. So she'd break the self aggrandizing streak out of him with far greater urgency.
"Then lets have it bard. You, who are important enough to measure yourself against the gods. Lets not end it there." Her voice grew cool and thin as the world around swam, blurred, and disappeared. The universe stretched and condensed until it was only Safrin's galactic gaze, and Jigano as bright as triumphant as any sun amidst the darkness.
But he was bound to the void with chains that sparkled with enigmatic intent. The way to break them would become clear enough though.
"Isuma, or Rory." In the darkness, both the gryphon and the farmer would appear. Rory with his sun-kissed skin and kind if not mysterious blue eyes. His strong hands, soft despite the many callouses. How those hands fit so easily into Jigano's, as did his lips and limbs. And then there was Isuma, she who knew intimately the bard's mind. She who had protected and comforted, brought joy and laughter to his life. She who was bonded to him, and who he owed his protection. Two different bonds, but only one answer. Jigano would find himself unable to do anything but utter one of the names. If he tried to say more, his breath and lips would fail him. If he stayed silent? So be it. Safrin had a lifetime. Jigano did not.
Oh, she could defend herself herself with words all she liked. He might think himself the cleverer of the two, but she had eternity with which to toy with him. With which to grind his soul into dust. He however, did not. So she'd break the self aggrandizing streak out of him with far greater urgency.
"Then lets have it bard. You, who are important enough to measure yourself against the gods. Lets not end it there." Her voice grew cool and thin as the world around swam, blurred, and disappeared. The universe stretched and condensed until it was only Safrin's galactic gaze, and Jigano as bright as triumphant as any sun amidst the darkness.
But he was bound to the void with chains that sparkled with enigmatic intent. The way to break them would become clear enough though.
"Isuma, or Rory." In the darkness, both the gryphon and the farmer would appear. Rory with his sun-kissed skin and kind if not mysterious blue eyes. His strong hands, soft despite the many callouses. How those hands fit so easily into Jigano's, as did his lips and limbs. And then there was Isuma, she who knew intimately the bard's mind. She who had protected and comforted, brought joy and laughter to his life. She who was bonded to him, and who he owed his protection. Two different bonds, but only one answer. Jigano would find himself unable to do anything but utter one of the names. If he tried to say more, his breath and lips would fail him. If he stayed silent? So be it. Safrin had a lifetime. Jigano did not.
