"Your niece?" The bard couldn't help but ask, blinking in surprise. He had thought that only Sunjata and his once-dead love had made it through from their dust-dry world, but perhaps like the Helovians there were more coming through every day?
Jigano kept his expression curious but he couldn't help but feel a twist of relief in his chest that the blight hadn't returned - or hung on, whichever the case might have been for Sunjata. They had barely survived it once and he didn't know if he was strong enough to face it again and come out the other side still sane. Lusea gone missing though... he still hadn't met Sunjata's lady, but he winced in sympathy, knowing he'd look the same if it was Rory that had disappeared. "I'm sorry to hear that," he murmured, knowing the words were inadequate but having no better condolences to add without it sounding like she was dead instead of vanished. "I think I remember... yes, the notice in the Temple? I'll keep an eye out for her, too." Though if she didn't want to be found, and had illusion magic, that would certainly make things more difficult.
Looking around at the current situation the bard nodded, wrinkling his nose at the mess and the cheeky mud puddles that reached after the feet of passer's-by in an attempt to claim boots or simply cause havoc. "Yes, it's causing a lot of problems, isn't it? Getting it shuffled out of here would be a help to the community at large... and to your own search."
He looked around, seeing the dirt-packed streets, and tilted his head thoughtfully as he waited for the last few people to hurry onwards. He ambled to a nearby lot, one whose building had long since collapsed to rubble, before he reached out, grasping at the green threads of his earth magic and tugging experimentally. The ground around him shook and then rolled, a mound of earth rising like a wave and sliding towards Sunjata's mudball. The rounded Memory Mud began to roll forward as the hump of higher ground reached it, and Jigano walked behind, concentrating fiercely as he used the ground to push the ball along. "If you can get the stuff rolled up into more of these balls, I can push them along out towards the Ruins," he suggested hopefully.
Not least because that division of labor would help him stay cleaner than if they reversed their roles.
Jigano kept his expression curious but he couldn't help but feel a twist of relief in his chest that the blight hadn't returned - or hung on, whichever the case might have been for Sunjata. They had barely survived it once and he didn't know if he was strong enough to face it again and come out the other side still sane. Lusea gone missing though... he still hadn't met Sunjata's lady, but he winced in sympathy, knowing he'd look the same if it was Rory that had disappeared. "I'm sorry to hear that," he murmured, knowing the words were inadequate but having no better condolences to add without it sounding like she was dead instead of vanished. "I think I remember... yes, the notice in the Temple? I'll keep an eye out for her, too." Though if she didn't want to be found, and had illusion magic, that would certainly make things more difficult.
Looking around at the current situation the bard nodded, wrinkling his nose at the mess and the cheeky mud puddles that reached after the feet of passer's-by in an attempt to claim boots or simply cause havoc. "Yes, it's causing a lot of problems, isn't it? Getting it shuffled out of here would be a help to the community at large... and to your own search."
He looked around, seeing the dirt-packed streets, and tilted his head thoughtfully as he waited for the last few people to hurry onwards. He ambled to a nearby lot, one whose building had long since collapsed to rubble, before he reached out, grasping at the green threads of his earth magic and tugging experimentally. The ground around him shook and then rolled, a mound of earth rising like a wave and sliding towards Sunjata's mudball. The rounded Memory Mud began to roll forward as the hump of higher ground reached it, and Jigano walked behind, concentrating fiercely as he used the ground to push the ball along. "If you can get the stuff rolled up into more of these balls, I can push them along out towards the Ruins," he suggested hopefully.
Not least because that division of labor would help him stay cleaner than if they reversed their roles.
