She listens, nodding. Honestly, maybe they’d find some of those races on Caido as well, or maybe not. They don’t really know anything about the other regions. There are old stories, certainly, but so much time has passed that it feels as though anything could be true. ”Quite a number of different races, it seems.” She has never really considered the Fae nonhuman, though they were. Then again, Weaver rarely sees the differences, the usual prejudices (though she has not had great experiences with the Fae to help the prejudices there). ”Was your home somewhat like Caido though? Magical?” Or did it have things like TV (which she still didn’t understand, despite Josh’s best efforts)?
Weaver chuckles at that, giving Jigano a sympathetic smile. Yep, that sounds a whole lot like her brother. If he ever decided to stop being an ass, he was going to have a lot of apologizing to do. ”You have my pull permission to punch him if he doesn’t,” she says wryly. It’s what she would do. Though she hums some agreement at the mention of him playing during Deepfrost. ”Hopefully, though we need a way to break this whole deaf curse thing if it doesn’t lift on its own. He can’t, or won’t, play currently. I suppose it would be rather hard to play if you can’t hear.” He could try, but what was the point if he couldn’t actually hear it and enjoy it himself?
She turns her gaze to him at his story of the water elemental, the frost giant, the dragon. ”May I ask what you set out to do that day, or did you just get particularly unlucky?” She’d live here all her life and generally avoided such creatures pretty well, and yet the Outlanders came stomping in and found all the good stuff. She bs that loosely, because she likes not risking death, but what the hell were they all doing?
”She’s a lesser deity, or something. No one is quite sure what. Still, she lives in the Tundra, and I admit I don’t know much. Only that Neron was discovered by her when he was dropped into the Tundra from his old home, and she made him Warden. I am not sure why, and I do not know what else she might be meddling in. If you learn more, I would be curious to know it. I am happy to do the same in return.” She’d never really thought much of the Eirachi until recently. Well, until Neron. But until then, she’d never really seemed to affect their lives. Now though? Perhaps they need to be better informed.
Weaver chuckles at that, giving Jigano a sympathetic smile. Yep, that sounds a whole lot like her brother. If he ever decided to stop being an ass, he was going to have a lot of apologizing to do. ”You have my pull permission to punch him if he doesn’t,” she says wryly. It’s what she would do. Though she hums some agreement at the mention of him playing during Deepfrost. ”Hopefully, though we need a way to break this whole deaf curse thing if it doesn’t lift on its own. He can’t, or won’t, play currently. I suppose it would be rather hard to play if you can’t hear.” He could try, but what was the point if he couldn’t actually hear it and enjoy it himself?
She turns her gaze to him at his story of the water elemental, the frost giant, the dragon. ”May I ask what you set out to do that day, or did you just get particularly unlucky?” She’d live here all her life and generally avoided such creatures pretty well, and yet the Outlanders came stomping in and found all the good stuff. She bs that loosely, because she likes not risking death, but what the hell were they all doing?
”She’s a lesser deity, or something. No one is quite sure what. Still, she lives in the Tundra, and I admit I don’t know much. Only that Neron was discovered by her when he was dropped into the Tundra from his old home, and she made him Warden. I am not sure why, and I do not know what else she might be meddling in. If you learn more, I would be curious to know it. I am happy to do the same in return.” She’d never really thought much of the Eirachi until recently. Well, until Neron. But until then, she’d never really seemed to affect their lives. Now though? Perhaps they need to be better informed.
