Jigano’s tone had been carefully curious, not judgmental, however he felt inside. Abasi’s insistence that Caido and its gods mirror his world was a curious bias that Jigano hadn’t encountered before, and he was a little bemused by the little mortician’s insistence on his own way of doing things. ”How do you know that the gods here follow the same contract?” he asked mildly. ”Especially when there is conflict between the gods of this world, so if you follow the rules of one of the gods you set yourself up as the enemy of others?” Was his pantheon a more peaceful sort?
The bard smiled, nodding at the mention of a miracle, though it seemed fairly mundane to him. Still, it was nice to see someone so pleased by simple magic – instead of disdainful or disapproving, as so many Naturals were about it. Mention of Zariah always dragged his mood down, though, and he scoffed at Abasi’s misinformation. ”She was a power hungry mad dog who tried to declare herself Queen of a people and land who weren’t hers. There hasn’t been a ‘rightful’ monarch since Ronin stepped down. Zariah has a preference for using dark magics, though, so you may find yourself on her ‘problem’ list if she finds out when you can do.” Her preference for Abandoned might save Abasi’s life, but she’d either recruit him or do something to control him, as she’d done with Remi.
Then again, Abasi seemed to prefer rigid structure and hierarchies, so Jigano considered that he might fit right in with the Launceleyn mold.
Mention of Loren in such a fond voice earned a raised brow and a tilt of the bard’s head as he spruced up the new hedges. ”He is quite powerful,” Jigano agreed. ”A remarkable young man.” Healing, summoning, among other things… Loren was a force to be reckoned with, that was for sure.
He focused his attention on the small hedges at Abasi’s consent, letting his eyes fall closed as he sought out the threads of life and earth and wrapped them together in his metaphysical fingers. The hedges near to him began to shiver slightly as growth sped up at the tips of the branches and new leaves began to unfurl. ”Mmm. Something of the sort,” he murmured distractedly. ”I was an Oracle and a bard on my world. Here? Something of a scholar, an adventurer, and a general meddler about town, helping where I can.” He paused, eyes fluttering as he flexed his hands in the soil, sending another burst of growth energy to the plants. ”And you… you mentioned a temple before… were you a priest?”
The bard smiled, nodding at the mention of a miracle, though it seemed fairly mundane to him. Still, it was nice to see someone so pleased by simple magic – instead of disdainful or disapproving, as so many Naturals were about it. Mention of Zariah always dragged his mood down, though, and he scoffed at Abasi’s misinformation. ”She was a power hungry mad dog who tried to declare herself Queen of a people and land who weren’t hers. There hasn’t been a ‘rightful’ monarch since Ronin stepped down. Zariah has a preference for using dark magics, though, so you may find yourself on her ‘problem’ list if she finds out when you can do.” Her preference for Abandoned might save Abasi’s life, but she’d either recruit him or do something to control him, as she’d done with Remi.
Then again, Abasi seemed to prefer rigid structure and hierarchies, so Jigano considered that he might fit right in with the Launceleyn mold.
Mention of Loren in such a fond voice earned a raised brow and a tilt of the bard’s head as he spruced up the new hedges. ”He is quite powerful,” Jigano agreed. ”A remarkable young man.” Healing, summoning, among other things… Loren was a force to be reckoned with, that was for sure.
He focused his attention on the small hedges at Abasi’s consent, letting his eyes fall closed as he sought out the threads of life and earth and wrapped them together in his metaphysical fingers. The hedges near to him began to shiver slightly as growth sped up at the tips of the branches and new leaves began to unfurl. ”Mmm. Something of the sort,” he murmured distractedly. ”I was an Oracle and a bard on my world. Here? Something of a scholar, an adventurer, and a general meddler about town, helping where I can.” He paused, eyes fluttering as he flexed his hands in the soil, sending another burst of growth energy to the plants. ”And you… you mentioned a temple before… were you a priest?”
