"You've been keeping that from me?" Jigano teased, mock-outraged beneath his muffling hat and scarf. "Sam, I thought we were friends!" Indeed, what sort of betrayal was this, to find his fellow bibliophile hadn't been sharing his books? Outrageous! ...If not for the laughing undertone of the Provost's voice and the merry twinkle in his blue (definitely blue) eyes.
Humor that faded as Loren was brought up, the summoner a subject of some concern. Sam's explanation raised a brow in surprise, Jigano shocked to hear that his bleeding-heart, romantically-inclined friend was playing the field, so to speak. "Ah... I see...?" He said, mentally off-balance and not sure quite what to say at such a revelation.
Hearing how mature his friend was being over his cheating former lover was almost as big a surprise, though a far better one. "I'm still sorry that it happened the way it did," the bard managed, finding his tongue again. "But... I'm glad that you're not blaming yourself for it." He followed Sam up the wall curiously, wondering where they were going. "How far away is it?" he asked, intrigued in spite of the bitter cold that felt so unseasonal in Longheat.
Humor that faded as Loren was brought up, the summoner a subject of some concern. Sam's explanation raised a brow in surprise, Jigano shocked to hear that his bleeding-heart, romantically-inclined friend was playing the field, so to speak. "Ah... I see...?" He said, mentally off-balance and not sure quite what to say at such a revelation.
Hearing how mature his friend was being over his cheating former lover was almost as big a surprise, though a far better one. "I'm still sorry that it happened the way it did," the bard managed, finding his tongue again. "But... I'm glad that you're not blaming yourself for it." He followed Sam up the wall curiously, wondering where they were going. "How far away is it?" he asked, intrigued in spite of the bitter cold that felt so unseasonal in Longheat.
