Jigano grinned at Chulane's fondness for old objects, a sentimentalism he was 'guilty' of himself. His lifestyle hadn't allowed him much opportunity to accumulate material things, but those he had he had held to tightly. Many had been lost in his transition to Caido, but some things he treasured dearly still. His rapier, his undertunic with its many pockets sewn into capacious sleeves, and the long-since-full journal that he kept in his desk in the Guildhall.
Stealing a moment to eat more of the swiftly-dwindling stew and bread, he glossed over the alien details of the vehicle to focus on the emotion behind it, delighting in Chuy's heart as well as his curiosity. "Not even crushing," he admitted quietly, a sigh of frustration - or perhaps disappointment? - escaping. "Discarding might be a better word for it. Abandoning the old for the new. I have friends among the Ascended and it it something that scares me, that it might happen to them..." With Rexanna and Wessex so bright and shiny an example of what more the Voice could do, how did that bode for Sam? He shook his head, forcing a wry smile as he flicked a breadcrumb across the table for Isuma to pounce on with a happy reep!. "But I am, admittedly, a biased source. The Voice unleashed - through intention or accident - a plague upon the Fae region of the Greatwood last year, which bled across the borders into the people of the Hollowed Ground. I was one of those affected by her Blight, and it was... a violation not just of the body, but the mind and soul." He grew quiet for a moment, then shook his head, taking a cleansing breath to push the memories away. "The Old Gods stepped in to put a stop to it, and a Fae woman of great knowledge and power died to cure us of its poison. Arduinna's loss was a blow to more than just her people, but ours as well." Not a friend, but a woman he had admired even as he feared her power.
"You'll probably want to talk to an Ascended to get the other side of the story," he added wryly. "I would recommend Sam Wordsworth as both a Natural and a historian himself as a good source. He runs a bookshop in the Hollowed Grounds." He paused to finish his meal and see what more Chulane would ask in the wake of that information.
Stealing a moment to eat more of the swiftly-dwindling stew and bread, he glossed over the alien details of the vehicle to focus on the emotion behind it, delighting in Chuy's heart as well as his curiosity. "Not even crushing," he admitted quietly, a sigh of frustration - or perhaps disappointment? - escaping. "Discarding might be a better word for it. Abandoning the old for the new. I have friends among the Ascended and it it something that scares me, that it might happen to them..." With Rexanna and Wessex so bright and shiny an example of what more the Voice could do, how did that bode for Sam? He shook his head, forcing a wry smile as he flicked a breadcrumb across the table for Isuma to pounce on with a happy reep!. "But I am, admittedly, a biased source. The Voice unleashed - through intention or accident - a plague upon the Fae region of the Greatwood last year, which bled across the borders into the people of the Hollowed Ground. I was one of those affected by her Blight, and it was... a violation not just of the body, but the mind and soul." He grew quiet for a moment, then shook his head, taking a cleansing breath to push the memories away. "The Old Gods stepped in to put a stop to it, and a Fae woman of great knowledge and power died to cure us of its poison. Arduinna's loss was a blow to more than just her people, but ours as well." Not a friend, but a woman he had admired even as he feared her power.
"You'll probably want to talk to an Ascended to get the other side of the story," he added wryly. "I would recommend Sam Wordsworth as both a Natural and a historian himself as a good source. He runs a bookshop in the Hollowed Grounds." He paused to finish his meal and see what more Chulane would ask in the wake of that information.
