Remi's humble exterior hid a mage of great power and talent... a power, perhaps ironically, that Remi didn't particularly want. Or rather, he didn't want the notoriety and attention that came with it, the burden of others' expectations and the assumptions that he would use that power at the behest of those who came asking. For good or for ill, it had been shown. Oh, he did so, but it took a toll on him that it had taken the bard far too long to recognize. Jigano nodded soberly to Deimos's observation. He could learn much from the alchemist... but he would never be his equal, and that was as it should be. His interests and talents seemed to lie in other directions, and that was as it should be.
Talk of Safrin was a more delicate topic, and far more fraught. He realized that Amalia had not told Deimos of what they had discovered in the great Book a year past, and so he offered those insights instead, flavored with his own experiences to match. He knew stubbornness was one of his virtues too often pushed over the line into vice, and he didn't expect a protest - not from Deimos, who held truth more comforting than any white lie. Nor did he expect any line of comfort, and yet there it was, another olive branch added to the wreath they were re-weaving between them, and Jigano tilted his head in wry acknowledgment of the wise words. "I would not consider the anger of a goddess a blessing... but the results of that anger? Yes... you're right about that. I cannot argue that this doesn't have a silver lining. And I suspect that the more time passes to soften the memory of her wrath, the more her unintended 'gift' will come to overshadow its price." He worked quietly for a moment, repairing another torn target with deft fingers before he spoke again.
But since they were on the topic of gods and their gifts... "I never did get the story of how you became Attuned... what with the blight at the time," he added with a faint grimace at the dark holes in his memory, pricked only in a few places by the light of rose thorns. "May I ask how that came to pass?"
Talk of Safrin was a more delicate topic, and far more fraught. He realized that Amalia had not told Deimos of what they had discovered in the great Book a year past, and so he offered those insights instead, flavored with his own experiences to match. He knew stubbornness was one of his virtues too often pushed over the line into vice, and he didn't expect a protest - not from Deimos, who held truth more comforting than any white lie. Nor did he expect any line of comfort, and yet there it was, another olive branch added to the wreath they were re-weaving between them, and Jigano tilted his head in wry acknowledgment of the wise words. "I would not consider the anger of a goddess a blessing... but the results of that anger? Yes... you're right about that. I cannot argue that this doesn't have a silver lining. And I suspect that the more time passes to soften the memory of her wrath, the more her unintended 'gift' will come to overshadow its price." He worked quietly for a moment, repairing another torn target with deft fingers before he spoke again.
But since they were on the topic of gods and their gifts... "I never did get the story of how you became Attuned... what with the blight at the time," he added with a faint grimace at the dark holes in his memory, pricked only in a few places by the light of rose thorns. "May I ask how that came to pass?"
