Maea was not the only one who had been born with magic. Jigano had spent a year studying how others used it on Caido before he had his own chance to put theory into practice, though, and even still he hadn’t been able to create the delicate and fanciful shapes in his own elements that Maea had displayed in ice and water, until recently. And still he would have traded it all to regain the lives of his friends who had been killed on Sunjata’s quest to be a dragonslayer. He nodded gratefully at Maea’s support and condolences, appreciating the compassion behind them. ”Yours as well,” he murmured, for she had known Peter better than he had.
There were no happily ever afters on Caido, not that Jigano had found. That didn’t mean Maea couldn’t dream of one though, even if she was pragmatic enough to realize that it was as unlikely as a warm day in Halo. He glanced away to give her a moment to compose herself when he realized how close she was to tears over the Flood, and something in him darkened at the thought of how many crying women the tall man was leaving in his wake of late. Even so, as Maea described her feelings for the shipwreck of a man the bard nodded in recognition. He turned back to study her face thoughtfully, setting aside his own plummeting opinion of a certain bar owner for the time being to focus on someone far more important.
”Is it your first time being in love?” he asked gently instead, while the rain fell softly around them.
There were no happily ever afters on Caido, not that Jigano had found. That didn’t mean Maea couldn’t dream of one though, even if she was pragmatic enough to realize that it was as unlikely as a warm day in Halo. He glanced away to give her a moment to compose herself when he realized how close she was to tears over the Flood, and something in him darkened at the thought of how many crying women the tall man was leaving in his wake of late. Even so, as Maea described her feelings for the shipwreck of a man the bard nodded in recognition. He turned back to study her face thoughtfully, setting aside his own plummeting opinion of a certain bar owner for the time being to focus on someone far more important.
”Is it your first time being in love?” he asked gently instead, while the rain fell softly around them.
