The bard visibly relaxed at the reassurance that the Halovians were taking the refugees from the Hollowed Grounds in stride, and made a note to bring more supplies soon, so their hosts wouldn't end up overtaxed. He nodded wryly as she placed the kudos on Loren's shoulders, not surprised to hear that his friend had been the driving force behind the movement to aid those who had once been his neighbors, and many of whom were still the Healer's friends.
Talk of LongNight was far more sobering, though, and Jigano spoke as eloquently as he could of something that plagued his nightmares throughout the year. So many dead, so many wounded, so many lost in the dark... He was glad to hear that his words had rung true with Weaver, and he nodded at her willingness to extend the benefit of the doubt to those she had spoken with before. "I don't mind talking about them, if you have more questions," he offered. He would hardly be a Loreseeker if he shied away from truths, even hard ones.
Jigano harrumphed quietly inside his scarf, slanting a wry glance to Weaver as she asked about his opinion on the Voice. "We don't get on, she and I," he said, his own voice dry as Longheat. "When she unleashed the Blight on the Greatwood and Grounders alike - myself included - I lost all sympathy for her. It cost the life of a unique Fae, the lady Arduinna, alongside the workings of the Old Gods to Heal the people she had sickened and the land she had destroyed. She certainly made no attempts to fix what she had broken. Then she desecrated a tree sacred to the Fae in their own territory and against their desires, just to build another of her portals there, where the Fae certainly did not want one. She had her Ascended kill the Mathair's Fae guardians to do it, spilling more blood. Another death was required, another ancient life ended, to allow the Ascended to pass through the Portal in the Spire." His voice was laced with a personal bitterness, though he kept his tone calm and even as he related the events of the past. "She is selfish and impatient, and has no care for consequences. I have enough friends among the Ascended to know that she shows them a very different face, but I have found that she is not really any different from some of the old gods in that regard; she has her favorites, and cares not at all what happens to anyone else." Struck a nerve, did Weaver?
Oh, very much so.
He listened with interest to hearing that she had been a hunter, but the lingering bile of the Voice's name on his tongue mixed with the mention of Korofi and Sunjata, and he kept himself to a simple nod of gratitude for the information as he found himself re-evaluating the huntress-turned-bar-owner with this new information. "Slagveld?" he asked curiously, not having come across the term - name? - before.
Talk of LongNight was far more sobering, though, and Jigano spoke as eloquently as he could of something that plagued his nightmares throughout the year. So many dead, so many wounded, so many lost in the dark... He was glad to hear that his words had rung true with Weaver, and he nodded at her willingness to extend the benefit of the doubt to those she had spoken with before. "I don't mind talking about them, if you have more questions," he offered. He would hardly be a Loreseeker if he shied away from truths, even hard ones.
Jigano harrumphed quietly inside his scarf, slanting a wry glance to Weaver as she asked about his opinion on the Voice. "We don't get on, she and I," he said, his own voice dry as Longheat. "When she unleashed the Blight on the Greatwood and Grounders alike - myself included - I lost all sympathy for her. It cost the life of a unique Fae, the lady Arduinna, alongside the workings of the Old Gods to Heal the people she had sickened and the land she had destroyed. She certainly made no attempts to fix what she had broken. Then she desecrated a tree sacred to the Fae in their own territory and against their desires, just to build another of her portals there, where the Fae certainly did not want one. She had her Ascended kill the Mathair's Fae guardians to do it, spilling more blood. Another death was required, another ancient life ended, to allow the Ascended to pass through the Portal in the Spire." His voice was laced with a personal bitterness, though he kept his tone calm and even as he related the events of the past. "She is selfish and impatient, and has no care for consequences. I have enough friends among the Ascended to know that she shows them a very different face, but I have found that she is not really any different from some of the old gods in that regard; she has her favorites, and cares not at all what happens to anyone else." Struck a nerve, did Weaver?
Oh, very much so.
He listened with interest to hearing that she had been a hunter, but the lingering bile of the Voice's name on his tongue mixed with the mention of Korofi and Sunjata, and he kept himself to a simple nod of gratitude for the information as he found himself re-evaluating the huntress-turned-bar-owner with this new information. "Slagveld?" he asked curiously, not having come across the term - name? - before.
