Jigano seemed as taken aback by the visions as she was, which... honestly was a bit of a relief. The image of those bright eyes wouldn't leave her, like an itch down the spine, so tangible she had to twist and shift and actually reach back to scratch a spot beween her shoulderblades.
"Maybe," she said slowly, doubtful but not ready to reject the idea. At the very least, Maea wasn't open to accept the idea of a new lover, that suggestion made her bite her tongue to hold back a scoffing 'as if!'. "I suppose... only time will tell. Unless they were simply dreams... Not prophecies at all."
Sitting back down on the damp ground, with surpreme disregard for the mud and grass that would cling to the skirts afterwards, Maea's thoughts wandered. To the subject they had been discussing before, to all the questions she'd had wanted to ask Jigano before they actually ran into one another... Things she wanted to tell him, happy and sad and everything in between.
"The gods... they asked mortals to stop the opening of portals?" she asked him, slowly focusing on one of the issues closest to her mind.
Maea
this too shall pass
