Given the shawl that Maea wore, some might assume a similar bias from her. Jigano's lantern had been a request on his part, begged for specifically, not a freely-given gift as the shawl was. No other, in his experience, had received the open affection and favor of the masked god. No Abandoned had received anything even close to it from any god, excepting Rexanna and the Voice. But there was no way to be truly unbiased, not for long on Caido, and Jigano tried to keep his histories simple while not hiding his allegiance. He had been Attuned before he'd been Abandoned, even if it had been without his consent, and the more he had learned the more he was convinced that even if the old gods weren't necessarily friends of humanity, the Voice wasn't the martyr the Ascended claimed her to be, either.
He'd given her the history of the Fae, but hadn't realized that she'd meant a far simpler question, and he blinked as he remembered that the only Fae she might have met before her illness would have been Eliza. "Ah, forgive me, I got ahead of myself," he apologized ruefully. He rose to give her a bow, then offered a hand to help her to her feet. "Walk with me while we talk? We can head back towards the guild and a warm fire before the night gets too chill." He could come back and sing again the next night, though he rather thought that Ludo had already claimed most of the souls of those fallen here. With Frey and Safrin being involved, the soul guide couldn't be ignorant of what had happened.
"The Fae are shorter then I am by far - shorter than you, for the most part, though most I've met are only smaller by a bit. Aside from their size they're human-ish, but every Fae I've met has wings. Dragonfly or butterfly or moth or insect. They can blend into the Greatwood such that they might have invisibility magic... I've seen them use earth and healing magics, and Delah, at least, can partially shift herself into a panther. And, yes, they experience LongNight as a week of darkness but, no, there are no monsters there. Those seem to be only within the Hollowed Grounds... Ascended of the past that the Voice has abandoned," he finished on a darker note, eyes hardening as he remembered the one Kiada and he had spoken to the previous LongNight.
He'd given her the history of the Fae, but hadn't realized that she'd meant a far simpler question, and he blinked as he remembered that the only Fae she might have met before her illness would have been Eliza. "Ah, forgive me, I got ahead of myself," he apologized ruefully. He rose to give her a bow, then offered a hand to help her to her feet. "Walk with me while we talk? We can head back towards the guild and a warm fire before the night gets too chill." He could come back and sing again the next night, though he rather thought that Ludo had already claimed most of the souls of those fallen here. With Frey and Safrin being involved, the soul guide couldn't be ignorant of what had happened.
"The Fae are shorter then I am by far - shorter than you, for the most part, though most I've met are only smaller by a bit. Aside from their size they're human-ish, but every Fae I've met has wings. Dragonfly or butterfly or moth or insect. They can blend into the Greatwood such that they might have invisibility magic... I've seen them use earth and healing magics, and Delah, at least, can partially shift herself into a panther. And, yes, they experience LongNight as a week of darkness but, no, there are no monsters there. Those seem to be only within the Hollowed Grounds... Ascended of the past that the Voice has abandoned," he finished on a darker note, eyes hardening as he remembered the one Kiada and he had spoken to the previous LongNight.
