Jigano nodded thoughtfully, having heard of sharks and whales, though the books had never really explained how the fish and other creatures were different enough to live in what sounded like an extremely hostile environment. Still, life always seemed to find a way.
The tale of Sunjata's past distracted him from asking more about the ocean, blue eyes mostly-focused as he listened raptly. "But how did you and Lusea avoid getting pulled down into the sewer system with them?" he asked eagerly. Lusea, at least, if she was closest to the suction should have been the first to drown... though Sunjata hadn't said anyone had died. Perhaps they'd just ended up in the sewers with a good fright? Everything he'd heard before, however, made it sound like a harder world than that.
"Ah, poetry I can appreciate," he agreed with a chuckle. The bard tilted his head to the side, fingers idly tapping out a brief melody on the table as he hummed for a moment and then launched into an impromptu little song:
"When hearts burn afire and blood runs like water
When tyranny’s son meets liberty’s daughter
Some drown in the flood as they run from the slaughter
Or dance to their graves as the fire grows hotter."
The tale of Sunjata's past distracted him from asking more about the ocean, blue eyes mostly-focused as he listened raptly. "But how did you and Lusea avoid getting pulled down into the sewer system with them?" he asked eagerly. Lusea, at least, if she was closest to the suction should have been the first to drown... though Sunjata hadn't said anyone had died. Perhaps they'd just ended up in the sewers with a good fright? Everything he'd heard before, however, made it sound like a harder world than that.
"Ah, poetry I can appreciate," he agreed with a chuckle. The bard tilted his head to the side, fingers idly tapping out a brief melody on the table as he hummed for a moment and then launched into an impromptu little song:
"When hearts burn afire and blood runs like water
When tyranny’s son meets liberty’s daughter
Some drown in the flood as they run from the slaughter
Or dance to their graves as the fire grows hotter."
