Jigano accepted the pebble with a grin, knowing that it was probably unlikely to burn, but since he’d brought up the possibility he felt he had to follow through on it. His memories of his own passage to Caido dimmed his humor momentarily, but it was impossible to stay subdued with such a lovely conversation partner sharing new information with him.
He held the pebble to the bloom while Isla waxed philosophical, relieved in a distracted sort of way when neither the stone nor his fingers burned. He pocketed the pebble for later examination as well, expression turning thoughtful as he gave Isla’s questions due consideration. ”Sometimes the world, the universe… the gods themselves are just… fickle,” he said at last. ”Cosmic accidents do happen. But then, so do Destinies, I suppose. We would have to ask the ones who made the portals if they had either rhyme or reason behind them, or if it was simple chance and luck on both sides.” He gave a shrug, smile falling into its usual wry lines. ‘Luck,’ after all, could be good or bad.
”I am sorry that you’ve been separated from your family,” he continued earnestly, turning to give her his full attention for the moment. Her history was fascinating, as was the mention of a controlled portal between one world and the next. ”But… perhaps I’ve misunderstood something. Was another portal opened by your people from Northaven to here for some reason? Or, like me, did you stumble across a ‘wild’ portal and come through alone?”
He held the pebble to the bloom while Isla waxed philosophical, relieved in a distracted sort of way when neither the stone nor his fingers burned. He pocketed the pebble for later examination as well, expression turning thoughtful as he gave Isla’s questions due consideration. ”Sometimes the world, the universe… the gods themselves are just… fickle,” he said at last. ”Cosmic accidents do happen. But then, so do Destinies, I suppose. We would have to ask the ones who made the portals if they had either rhyme or reason behind them, or if it was simple chance and luck on both sides.” He gave a shrug, smile falling into its usual wry lines. ‘Luck,’ after all, could be good or bad.
”I am sorry that you’ve been separated from your family,” he continued earnestly, turning to give her his full attention for the moment. Her history was fascinating, as was the mention of a controlled portal between one world and the next. ”But… perhaps I’ve misunderstood something. Was another portal opened by your people from Northaven to here for some reason? Or, like me, did you stumble across a ‘wild’ portal and come through alone?”
