Cats weren't the only ones drawn to the fish being tossed around; a couple of gulls that had been perched on the lighthouse swooped down to investigate, stealing one of the pieces of fish and fighting over it nearby. Jigano watched them for a moment, frowning slightly as he cradled the lily protectively against his chest. Blue eyes flickered only briefly to Sunjata's answer, a brow arched in polite disbelief. "Are you certain it was only sleight of hand?" Coming from a world where magic was as common as housecats, the bard found it easier to believe the witches had disguised their power than that none had existed.
When words like 'witchcraft' were tossed around in conjunction with magic it tended to result in torches and other unpleasant things for the practitioners involved.
He turned his attention inwards for a moment, feeling the scintillating threads of his magic shimmering within his soul, and he remembered Maea's magical growth spurts with a pained, fond sort of sadness that still felt more like she was simply spirited away again, not truly dead and gone forever.
When words like 'witchcraft' were tossed around in conjunction with magic it tended to result in torches and other unpleasant things for the practitioners involved.
He turned his attention inwards for a moment, feeling the scintillating threads of his magic shimmering within his soul, and he remembered Maea's magical growth spurts with a pained, fond sort of sadness that still felt more like she was simply spirited away again, not truly dead and gone forever.
