He had almost forgotten that Deimos had never learned the tale of his magic, since it had been used more than once to aid the General. Always before, though, there were trials to undergo and tasks to complete and others around, not all of whom he knew well enough to share such a story with. Deimos had courteously not pressed in such company, but with only the two of them the opportunity had finally arisen, and the warrior was never one to let such a thing slip by. Jigano smiled wryly, nodding acknowledgment as he flexed his fingers against the return of sensation - not painful, he was glad to note, though likely that was due to his own Healing magic speeding the process along.
"Safrin, I think," he admitted quietly, some of his humor fading at the memory of starlit chains and images of death and pain. "I... made an unwise prayer. And then overstretched her patience... and was punished for it." It would not surprise the General, he suspected, but nor did he think Deimos so uncouth as to make mock of his mistake. "A few days later I found I could move earth and heal birds' wings." Stronger and faster than new magic should have grown, from his research, but he had been practicing steadily with it ever since to refine his control.
Or, like today, to find his limits.
"I don't think it was intentional on her part. More of a... side effect. Of her anger." He didn't wince as he said it, though it was there in his eyes. No, after the talk they'd had, he couldn't see Safrin doing anything to deliberately make him stronger. However glad he was to have his Healing magic back, no matter the form it now took. And speaking of healing magic, and antlered staffs...
One question led to another and he tilted his head curiously at Deimos's doubt, especially when he turned and admitted that he had made something magical after all. He couldn't help but smile at the recipient of such a gift, nodding his understanding. "If you've done it once, perhaps you can do it again. Amalia is indeed an inspiration... though I'm a little surprised you didn't make her a ring," he added slyly, hoping Deimos would take his light teasing as it was meant, and not draw offense at it.
"Safrin, I think," he admitted quietly, some of his humor fading at the memory of starlit chains and images of death and pain. "I... made an unwise prayer. And then overstretched her patience... and was punished for it." It would not surprise the General, he suspected, but nor did he think Deimos so uncouth as to make mock of his mistake. "A few days later I found I could move earth and heal birds' wings." Stronger and faster than new magic should have grown, from his research, but he had been practicing steadily with it ever since to refine his control.
Or, like today, to find his limits.
"I don't think it was intentional on her part. More of a... side effect. Of her anger." He didn't wince as he said it, though it was there in his eyes. No, after the talk they'd had, he couldn't see Safrin doing anything to deliberately make him stronger. However glad he was to have his Healing magic back, no matter the form it now took. And speaking of healing magic, and antlered staffs...
One question led to another and he tilted his head curiously at Deimos's doubt, especially when he turned and admitted that he had made something magical after all. He couldn't help but smile at the recipient of such a gift, nodding his understanding. "If you've done it once, perhaps you can do it again. Amalia is indeed an inspiration... though I'm a little surprised you didn't make her a ring," he added slyly, hoping Deimos would take his light teasing as it was meant, and not draw offense at it.
