"My home was very magical," he agreed, smile turning a little wistful at the memories now that time and distance had allowed a more rosy glow to overtake much of the guilt and remorse of that world. "Magic could be something you were born with, something you learned from books, or even a gift of the gods. Not everyone had it," he hurried to nip that potential misunderstanding in the bud. "But it was common enough that people weren't surprised by it. We had many names for magic users because there were so many different types of it." Witches, wizards, sorcerers, clerics, bards, druids... the list went on and on.
"I'll keep that in mind, though hopefully it won't come to that. I'll hope this is a phase that will pass, perhaps with the seasons. I'll hope the deafness passes, too. It's a pain in the ass to try and stay in key when you can't hear yourself," he agreed fervently. "And forget tuning your instruments, unless someone else can do it for you. If it hasn't faded by the time Flowerbirth opens the pass again, I'll lend what help I can." What that would be he wasn't sure yet, but perhaps Ludo would be willing to grant him another favor if he could gather more LongNight souls for the masked god.
"Unlucky," he admitted ruefully. "Though we were out exploring, seeing if we could find any passes through the mountains. A rockfall or avalanche might have been expected, but we ran into far more than we bargained for that day." And the pass they'd found led nowhere safe.
Jigano listened intently to what Weaver could tell him of the Eirachi, layering it together with what he'd learned from the book and Morgan. "That's about what I've heard, too," he agreed, a little disappointed that there was nothing new, but there wasn't much he could add to it, either. "I'll be happy to share if I found out more, of course. Everyone seems to agree that she's dangerous, though, so the more we all know the better." He didn't want to think about the havoc she could wreak in the already-weakened Grounds or the tropical ecology of Torchline.
"I'll keep that in mind, though hopefully it won't come to that. I'll hope this is a phase that will pass, perhaps with the seasons. I'll hope the deafness passes, too. It's a pain in the ass to try and stay in key when you can't hear yourself," he agreed fervently. "And forget tuning your instruments, unless someone else can do it for you. If it hasn't faded by the time Flowerbirth opens the pass again, I'll lend what help I can." What that would be he wasn't sure yet, but perhaps Ludo would be willing to grant him another favor if he could gather more LongNight souls for the masked god.
"Unlucky," he admitted ruefully. "Though we were out exploring, seeing if we could find any passes through the mountains. A rockfall or avalanche might have been expected, but we ran into far more than we bargained for that day." And the pass they'd found led nowhere safe.
Jigano listened intently to what Weaver could tell him of the Eirachi, layering it together with what he'd learned from the book and Morgan. "That's about what I've heard, too," he agreed, a little disappointed that there was nothing new, but there wasn't much he could add to it, either. "I'll be happy to share if I found out more, of course. Everyone seems to agree that she's dangerous, though, so the more we all know the better." He didn't want to think about the havoc she could wreak in the already-weakened Grounds or the tropical ecology of Torchline.
