He hadn't realized just how heavy Deimos's magic had grown until it lifted and Jigano raised his head to draw in a full, deep breath, unburdened by the twisting tethers of the draining spell around and within his chest. Just breathing felt good, the flowerbirth air sweeter without the crushing cloak of Life Drain wrapped around him, and Jigano smiled crookedly as Deimos approached to give him a hand up.
"I feel like you end up picking me off the ground a lot," he observed, clumsily accepting the General's arm with fingers that were starting to tingle as his own magic pushed feeling and life back into his limbs. He held on a moment longer until the world steadied and then he released Deimos with a nod of thanks, considering what he had to say on the miraculous staff. The antlers being the source of the power didn't seem quite right, though. "They didn't heal her or Rory last year," he said quietly, referencing the Long Night trial that had nearly claimed the lives of the two people dearest to him on Caido. "Not until they were made into that staff, at least." He shrugged carefully, trying not to overbalance again as he regained what was lost. "I'd appreciate if you could ask, thank you." Though Remi had admitted before that he didn't understand his own creation magic, especially when it came to more magical items.
Hearing that Deimos had been unable to replicate the staff had Jigano's brow arching, however, curiosity sparking in bright blue eyes. "You tried to replicate... a magical staff? Have your abilities grown to Remi's level, then?"
"I feel like you end up picking me off the ground a lot," he observed, clumsily accepting the General's arm with fingers that were starting to tingle as his own magic pushed feeling and life back into his limbs. He held on a moment longer until the world steadied and then he released Deimos with a nod of thanks, considering what he had to say on the miraculous staff. The antlers being the source of the power didn't seem quite right, though. "They didn't heal her or Rory last year," he said quietly, referencing the Long Night trial that had nearly claimed the lives of the two people dearest to him on Caido. "Not until they were made into that staff, at least." He shrugged carefully, trying not to overbalance again as he regained what was lost. "I'd appreciate if you could ask, thank you." Though Remi had admitted before that he didn't understand his own creation magic, especially when it came to more magical items.
Hearing that Deimos had been unable to replicate the staff had Jigano's brow arching, however, curiosity sparking in bright blue eyes. "You tried to replicate... a magical staff? Have your abilities grown to Remi's level, then?"
