Jigano blinked in surprise, then inclined his head in a gracious nod of gratitude at the unexpected reassurance and support. Stories were his stock-in-trade, after all, how he earned his bread and wine and the coin to pursue his first calling. He had preferred histories and tales that were more truth than fantasy – there were certainly enough heroes and villains in his own world that fiction seemed hardly necessary – but for the inhabitants of this world, almost everything he knew was fiction.
”I’m afraid the ‘stories’ about plants and animals don’t have much in the way of plot,” he chuckled wryly. ”But some of the rest… yes, perhaps, the histories might translate to something like fairy tales here.” He tapped a thoughtful nail against his chin for a moment, then dismissed that train of thought to focus on what else Samual had to say. The other man appeared to have no great love for his gods – not that Jigano could blame him. And he was glad he had kept his attention on the other man a moment later – both brows rose in surprise and he let his genuine pleasure at the suggestion light his expression.
”Indeed,” he murmured, touched and a little intrigued at what he assumed was an impulsive offer. ”I can write them down myself, but binding pages into proper books isn’t one of my skills, alas. Nor am I much of an artist. But it would be… fun. Yes, fun to work with a friend and colleague on such an endeavor.” He tasted the word, finding it surprisingly apt given his usual pessimism and the ruin his life had become in the last week. ‘Fun’ wasn’t something he’d allowed himself much of in recent years, the weight of his past and the guilt he bore bearing down on him too heavily. His fall to Caido should have been the final stone to break him, but for the first time in years he was feeling almost… hopeful.
”I would be honored to be invited to your home,” he added, giving a slight bow of gratitude. ”Though this place is certainly a good one, too. There’s still so much of it to explore!” He looked around ruefully, glancing back the way they had come and then down the rows of shelves that marched into the darkness. ”I suppose I’ll have to find a place to stay as well soon. I wonder if there are any unused offices or side rooms here I might be able to make use of for awhile…?” He tilted his head at his new friend hopefully, looking to Samuel’s greater familiarity with the place to guide him.
”I’m afraid the ‘stories’ about plants and animals don’t have much in the way of plot,” he chuckled wryly. ”But some of the rest… yes, perhaps, the histories might translate to something like fairy tales here.” He tapped a thoughtful nail against his chin for a moment, then dismissed that train of thought to focus on what else Samual had to say. The other man appeared to have no great love for his gods – not that Jigano could blame him. And he was glad he had kept his attention on the other man a moment later – both brows rose in surprise and he let his genuine pleasure at the suggestion light his expression.
”Indeed,” he murmured, touched and a little intrigued at what he assumed was an impulsive offer. ”I can write them down myself, but binding pages into proper books isn’t one of my skills, alas. Nor am I much of an artist. But it would be… fun. Yes, fun to work with a friend and colleague on such an endeavor.” He tasted the word, finding it surprisingly apt given his usual pessimism and the ruin his life had become in the last week. ‘Fun’ wasn’t something he’d allowed himself much of in recent years, the weight of his past and the guilt he bore bearing down on him too heavily. His fall to Caido should have been the final stone to break him, but for the first time in years he was feeling almost… hopeful.
”I would be honored to be invited to your home,” he added, giving a slight bow of gratitude. ”Though this place is certainly a good one, too. There’s still so much of it to explore!” He looked around ruefully, glancing back the way they had come and then down the rows of shelves that marched into the darkness. ”I suppose I’ll have to find a place to stay as well soon. I wonder if there are any unused offices or side rooms here I might be able to make use of for awhile…?” He tilted his head at his new friend hopefully, looking to Samuel’s greater familiarity with the place to guide him.
