Gods? Isla couldn't help a small smile at that, shrugging her shoulders to Jigano. "I prefer to put my fate in my own hands," she murmured. "Until our arrival here the only gods I knew about were in books and fables. Northwind was not a particularly religious place, not to my knowledge anyway." Sure, some commoners worshipped their nature sprites or the elements or the moon - whatever helped them through their days, Isla supposed. But she was a woman of logic, and that simply didn't fly with her. It still didn't, despite all the rumours regarding gods and goddesses, granting boons by whim or fancy.
"Would that we knew who created the portals. The one through to here, in any case. There was a man who could make portals from shadow magic in Northaven - that's how we travelled to it from Northwind, anyway. But he is not here, and I haven't seen anyone with the same sort of ability." Isla shook her head, though she only smiled kindly at the man across from her at the mention of her family. "You need not apologise. I was separated from my family long before I came to Northaven and then to here. They were mages, almost all of them. Where I am from, healing magic has a price - most of my relatives are dead. I was not blessed with the gift - or cursed, I suppose you could say."
Shrugging her shoulders, she examined the pebble as it, too, refused to burn, finally rising to her feet. "I don't know what happened to bring the Northaveners here. We suspected a portal, at first, but no one can remember anything about it." Isla shot him a wry smile. "I'm sorry - I'm rambling on. Did you have any family, back where you came from?"
"Would that we knew who created the portals. The one through to here, in any case. There was a man who could make portals from shadow magic in Northaven - that's how we travelled to it from Northwind, anyway. But he is not here, and I haven't seen anyone with the same sort of ability." Isla shook her head, though she only smiled kindly at the man across from her at the mention of her family. "You need not apologise. I was separated from my family long before I came to Northaven and then to here. They were mages, almost all of them. Where I am from, healing magic has a price - most of my relatives are dead. I was not blessed with the gift - or cursed, I suppose you could say."
Shrugging her shoulders, she examined the pebble as it, too, refused to burn, finally rising to her feet. "I don't know what happened to bring the Northaveners here. We suspected a portal, at first, but no one can remember anything about it." Isla shot him a wry smile. "I'm sorry - I'm rambling on. Did you have any family, back where you came from?"
