He hadn’t expected such an enthusiastic response, but it surprised a laugh of agreement from him, along with the visual that Aonghas provided to go along with it. ”A bit bigger than the usual types,” he agreed with a grin.
He thought he’d safely corralled the magical mud in its container, but it seemed some had been hiding on the chute already, just waiting to ambush Aonghas, and Jigano grinned as he continued his work, eyeing the length of the chute and nodding to himself as he saw no more rocks along its path. He extended his senses into the earth to make sure, distracting himself from the other man’s reminder of the unfortunate meeting in the Temple that had gone so poorly. ”I do apologize for that,” he said quietly. ”I was not in a good place, but I shouldn’t have taken my grief out on you and Amun.” Mostly Amun, really, but it was still unfortunate that Aonghas had been forced to witness it.
At the mention of magical tolerance the bard snorted, settling back on his heels to eye the corralled Memory Mud and then the top of the slide, considering the best way to dump it, given the haphazard nature of the earth-and-branch container he’d slapped together for it. ”We haven’t had anything quite like it before this year either, from what I’ve studied.” He reached for the earth beneath the Memory Mud, container and all, and tugged experimentally, rolling the earth towards him. The flimsy construction fell apart at the miniature earth-wave, but it stayed intact long enough to hold the mud until Jigano could lift the ground and tip the goop into the top of the chute where it clung stubbornly rather than oozing down. ”And, ah, magic here isn’t quite as tolerated as all that. It’s actually quite frowned upon by those who were born here and the gods of this world. So many outlanders have arrived who view it as a matter of course that it can skew perception a bit, though, especially since outlanders tend to flock together. Ah… you might want to get out of the way,” he suggested, a mischievous grin on his face as he rolled up his sleeves.
”And no, I’m an Outlander as well, though I’ve been here over a year now. And I made the Loreseekers Guild,” he added with a laugh that held a complexity of pride and pain. As soon as Aonghas was out of the way Jigano ran at the top of the slide, hitting the Memory Mud with his body and dragging it down along the chute to coat it as he went. The bard’s undignified whoop of laughter ending in a splash as he slid into the shallow – and very cold! – waters of the Oasis with a splash.
He thought he’d safely corralled the magical mud in its container, but it seemed some had been hiding on the chute already, just waiting to ambush Aonghas, and Jigano grinned as he continued his work, eyeing the length of the chute and nodding to himself as he saw no more rocks along its path. He extended his senses into the earth to make sure, distracting himself from the other man’s reminder of the unfortunate meeting in the Temple that had gone so poorly. ”I do apologize for that,” he said quietly. ”I was not in a good place, but I shouldn’t have taken my grief out on you and Amun.” Mostly Amun, really, but it was still unfortunate that Aonghas had been forced to witness it.
At the mention of magical tolerance the bard snorted, settling back on his heels to eye the corralled Memory Mud and then the top of the slide, considering the best way to dump it, given the haphazard nature of the earth-and-branch container he’d slapped together for it. ”We haven’t had anything quite like it before this year either, from what I’ve studied.” He reached for the earth beneath the Memory Mud, container and all, and tugged experimentally, rolling the earth towards him. The flimsy construction fell apart at the miniature earth-wave, but it stayed intact long enough to hold the mud until Jigano could lift the ground and tip the goop into the top of the chute where it clung stubbornly rather than oozing down. ”And, ah, magic here isn’t quite as tolerated as all that. It’s actually quite frowned upon by those who were born here and the gods of this world. So many outlanders have arrived who view it as a matter of course that it can skew perception a bit, though, especially since outlanders tend to flock together. Ah… you might want to get out of the way,” he suggested, a mischievous grin on his face as he rolled up his sleeves.
”And no, I’m an Outlander as well, though I’ve been here over a year now. And I made the Loreseekers Guild,” he added with a laugh that held a complexity of pride and pain. As soon as Aonghas was out of the way Jigano ran at the top of the slide, hitting the Memory Mud with his body and dragging it down along the chute to coat it as he went. The bard’s undignified whoop of laughter ending in a splash as he slid into the shallow – and very cold! – waters of the Oasis with a splash.
