Jigano stood shivering as Aenghas bobbed at the end of the slide, waiting for the other man to clear the way so he could take his own run. "Foresight wasn't one of my spells, no," he corrected with a wry smile. "But I could channel divine magic in other ways. On my world, Oracles were born with the ability to access the divine without being tied to a single god or pantheon, unlike clerics or priests who chose a deity to forge a bond with. I could heal, magically focus my memory to recall past details, create light and water... things like that." His bardic magic had been far more powerful as he had relied on and trained it to survive, but he had never lost sight of his roots or heritage until the portal to Caido had torn it from him. And since arriving he had worked hard to build back a relationship with the local divinities - especially Ludo.
As soon as Aonghas began to move away Jigano flung himself down the slide again, whooping as he twisted so he was going down headfirst on his back. His laughter dissolved into bubbles as he hit the water and struggled to the surface again, wheezing again at the cold even through his enjoyment of the game. Unlike his companion he didn't linger but struck out after the blond immediately, and saw Aonghas collapse on a leg that buckled. The bard's slow progress turned to a powerful stroke as he hurried ashore, clambering out onto the muddy verge and reaching the other man's side, the question on music momentarily forgotten.
"Can you wiggle your toes?" he asked, voice deceptively calm and efficient as he flashed the blond a reassuring smile. "What happened?" He stretched his fingers towards pale, muddy skin, then hesitated. He arched a brow at Aonghas in silent request for permission to touch him before going any further. The injury wasn't life-threatening, and they had time to work out what the young laird would allow to be done to fix it.
As soon as Aonghas began to move away Jigano flung himself down the slide again, whooping as he twisted so he was going down headfirst on his back. His laughter dissolved into bubbles as he hit the water and struggled to the surface again, wheezing again at the cold even through his enjoyment of the game. Unlike his companion he didn't linger but struck out after the blond immediately, and saw Aonghas collapse on a leg that buckled. The bard's slow progress turned to a powerful stroke as he hurried ashore, clambering out onto the muddy verge and reaching the other man's side, the question on music momentarily forgotten.
"Can you wiggle your toes?" he asked, voice deceptively calm and efficient as he flashed the blond a reassuring smile. "What happened?" He stretched his fingers towards pale, muddy skin, then hesitated. He arched a brow at Aonghas in silent request for permission to touch him before going any further. The injury wasn't life-threatening, and they had time to work out what the young laird would allow to be done to fix it.
