Slowly the parents began to take shape as more than just amorphously overprotective figures in Quanil's life. A woman of some skill, but not really outstanding at any - except, perhaps, cooking. A man who had no time for fripperies, stern and perhaps even dour, but protective of his flock and determined to see them safely through to the next day, the next season, the next year. Jigano nodded thoughtfully as he assembled the images along with the other things that Quanil had told him. Parents who worked hard to give their children a life - not necessarily a better one, but the safest one they knew - but who didn't know what to do with an offspring who excelled at something not immediately related to their farming livelihood. An owl being raised by ducks, who didn't understand why their child wasn't happy swimming with the rest of them, and wasn't content feeding off water weeds and bread crumbs.
"You know your family best," he said, after a time spent in contemplation on the new information. "And whether they will best respond to logic or confidence or emotional pleas. If they try to force you into staying by saying they need your help on the farm while their injuries heal, you can tell them that you know someone who can heal them before the day is out, if they'll allow it." He nodded and then rose, setting his tea cup aside to wash out later. He gestured to the great table with an inviting nod before going to collect the paper Sam made for the guild and both pencils and quills and ink to set before one of the chairs.
"You know your family best," he said, after a time spent in contemplation on the new information. "And whether they will best respond to logic or confidence or emotional pleas. If they try to force you into staying by saying they need your help on the farm while their injuries heal, you can tell them that you know someone who can heal them before the day is out, if they'll allow it." He nodded and then rose, setting his tea cup aside to wash out later. He gestured to the great table with an inviting nod before going to collect the paper Sam made for the guild and both pencils and quills and ink to set before one of the chairs.
