Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
"I wasn't particularly planning on becoming better at it," she replied laconically. The look she gave him was flat, rather dull - as if she'd taken in all he so generously seemed to offer and found it somewhat lacking.
With her hands deep in the fish, working to clean it according to the instructions he offered, she threw a look up at the gulls. To make sure they kept well away. Then returned to the task at hand, not minding the questions. A cook that went fishing for his own ingredients... made sense.
"I'm a Loreseeker," she replied, with even tones. Perhaps a touch lackluster, as if it didn't thrill her to admit it the way it ought. "I study the world and its people, search for the knowledge that has been forgotten... and return it back to those who want to use it to help others."
That's what Jigano had said it was all about, right? See, she did know the work.
With her hands deep in the fish, working to clean it according to the instructions he offered, she threw a look up at the gulls. To make sure they kept well away. Then returned to the task at hand, not minding the questions. A cook that went fishing for his own ingredients... made sense.
"I'm a Loreseeker," she replied, with even tones. Perhaps a touch lackluster, as if it didn't thrill her to admit it the way it ought. "I study the world and its people, search for the knowledge that has been forgotten... and return it back to those who want to use it to help others."
That's what Jigano had said it was all about, right? See, she did know the work.
