Ankle healed and his boot pulled back on, Aonghas smirked, appreciating that Jigano was at least very gentle with his needling. Knowing that right now he could pass his reluctance to give information as anguishing from the rawness of losing it. Something that wasn’t an entire fabrication either. His eyes narrowed a little and he pursed his lips, as if giving serious thought on whether to give anything away.
”I suppose it’s just that, there are many in my world, and here of course that can get by with their day to day without magic. I should perhaps try to emulate that as a means to fit in here a little better. Especially if magic isn’t wholly well received.“ He looked up from lowered brows and spoke with a light tone, ”no offence.”
Pausing, he wondered what suggestions exactly the Loreseeker could offer. ”However, I feel perhaps when I am more adjusted… or ready, I can seek out your advice?” If there were some other way to get his abilities back without the interference of any deities then he would be glad to hear it. Although Jigano had already let on that he wasn’t exactly a staunch supporter of the Gods, Aonghas still knew better than to mouth off with any vehement disregards for them on his part.
With a sympathetic glance to the bard he wondered what price he had to pay exactly, and if it were even appropriate for him to ask given the apparent newness of the reemergence of Jigano's powers. ”I suppose in the heat of the moment we have the tendency to lose ourselves and often don’t weigh the cost against reward.” He regarded Jiagno with a concerned look for a moment before he made to stand up.
Aonghas took his hand and used his other to push himself up from the ground. Noting that both of his had been submerged in the memory mud he made an apologetic gesture when he pulled his hand back from Jigano’s. ”Ah- sorry!” In a manner quite unbecoming he wiped both mucky appendages down the front of his tunic.
He smirked and then moved his foot around to see how well it had in fact healed. Looking back up to Jigano with all the glee of a child who had just gotten a restrictive cast taken off. ”Well, thank you for the thoroughness then. You’d never know I’d made such a production over it!” He said with a chuckle, his own mind moving past the grimness of the prior conversation.
Aonghas looked to the slide. ”You’re welcome. I’m glad I was able to offer some distraction for you.” He hadn’t experienced the loss or grief so recently that Jigano had, but his own mood had lifted somewhat too. ”I have to agree though. It’s certainly been a while since I’ve gone rolling around in the mud for the joy of it.” As tragically sincere as that statement was he masked it with a laugh.
”I suppose it’s just that, there are many in my world, and here of course that can get by with their day to day without magic. I should perhaps try to emulate that as a means to fit in here a little better. Especially if magic isn’t wholly well received.“ He looked up from lowered brows and spoke with a light tone, ”no offence.”
Pausing, he wondered what suggestions exactly the Loreseeker could offer. ”However, I feel perhaps when I am more adjusted… or ready, I can seek out your advice?” If there were some other way to get his abilities back without the interference of any deities then he would be glad to hear it. Although Jigano had already let on that he wasn’t exactly a staunch supporter of the Gods, Aonghas still knew better than to mouth off with any vehement disregards for them on his part.
With a sympathetic glance to the bard he wondered what price he had to pay exactly, and if it were even appropriate for him to ask given the apparent newness of the reemergence of Jigano's powers. ”I suppose in the heat of the moment we have the tendency to lose ourselves and often don’t weigh the cost against reward.” He regarded Jiagno with a concerned look for a moment before he made to stand up.
Aonghas took his hand and used his other to push himself up from the ground. Noting that both of his had been submerged in the memory mud he made an apologetic gesture when he pulled his hand back from Jigano’s. ”Ah- sorry!” In a manner quite unbecoming he wiped both mucky appendages down the front of his tunic.
He smirked and then moved his foot around to see how well it had in fact healed. Looking back up to Jigano with all the glee of a child who had just gotten a restrictive cast taken off. ”Well, thank you for the thoroughness then. You’d never know I’d made such a production over it!” He said with a chuckle, his own mind moving past the grimness of the prior conversation.
Aonghas looked to the slide. ”You’re welcome. I’m glad I was able to offer some distraction for you.” He hadn’t experienced the loss or grief so recently that Jigano had, but his own mood had lifted somewhat too. ”I have to agree though. It’s certainly been a while since I’ve gone rolling around in the mud for the joy of it.” As tragically sincere as that statement was he masked it with a laugh.
