One white brow arched slowly as Remi rattled off the damage to the woodwork. Something, Jigano had to admit to himself - though it stung - that he would never have thought to check. ”If only the barrier could be affected by something so mundane as the weather,” he murmured dryly.
The other brow rose as a feather – which he was certain hadn’t been there before – slid between his companion’s fingers. Sleight of hand? Or something else? Remi appeared completely oblivious to how it had gotten there, so perhaps it was simply a nervous tic of some sort. Still, a lightfingered man was worth keeping an eye on, even if there wasn’t much worth stealing in Caido. Jigano should know – he had practiced no few ‘magic’ tricks on his own. Not so much for the entertainment value – once, he’d had magic of his own to draw on – but to protect himself from some of his traveling companions whose fingers had a bad habit of wandering into belt pouches that weren’t theirs. To recognize Yohgel’s tricks he’d had to learn them himself—
Damn, a memory he didn’t need right now. He brought his expression swiftly back under control, shifting attention with a quip he was quite proud of, though Remi didn’t seem to appreciate the clever wordplay as much.
With an inward sigh Jigano bit back his instinctive response – and just what did Remi think he was sitting across from? – because ever since coming to Caido, even he wasn’t sure what he’d become. Nor was it something he’d ever shared beyond his family, so how would the other man have known? He’d lost so much, physically and magically, that if he didn’t have more on his plate than he could handle simply surviving, he might have had a nervous breakdown. ”They are, in some places. My world, for one,” he said, keeping his voice and smile gentle. ”And how you know, well… you find where multiple sources match and where they differ. And sometimes, you go find out for yourself, in person. As Isla and I did with the volcanettes,” he added, smile turning livelier at that much happier memory.
Jigano was too wary of the new man to lose his composure completely, but he couldn’t miss the hesitation or forced smile over the old… ‘coworker.’ He kept his expression pleasantly interested, making a mental note to perhaps try and learn a bit more later, from Edy – Edrei? – over a glass of pumpkin spiced whiskey. ”Should I be worried that you need healing so often?” he murmured, only half-teasing. He dropped his gaze back to his book, skimming the text with practiced speed to find important key words – or new words, unique to Caido – but his thick white lashes were perfect for hiding the glances he stole at the man across from him, studying his expressions with hidden interest.
The other brow rose as a feather – which he was certain hadn’t been there before – slid between his companion’s fingers. Sleight of hand? Or something else? Remi appeared completely oblivious to how it had gotten there, so perhaps it was simply a nervous tic of some sort. Still, a lightfingered man was worth keeping an eye on, even if there wasn’t much worth stealing in Caido. Jigano should know – he had practiced no few ‘magic’ tricks on his own. Not so much for the entertainment value – once, he’d had magic of his own to draw on – but to protect himself from some of his traveling companions whose fingers had a bad habit of wandering into belt pouches that weren’t theirs. To recognize Yohgel’s tricks he’d had to learn them himself—
Damn, a memory he didn’t need right now. He brought his expression swiftly back under control, shifting attention with a quip he was quite proud of, though Remi didn’t seem to appreciate the clever wordplay as much.
With an inward sigh Jigano bit back his instinctive response – and just what did Remi think he was sitting across from? – because ever since coming to Caido, even he wasn’t sure what he’d become. Nor was it something he’d ever shared beyond his family, so how would the other man have known? He’d lost so much, physically and magically, that if he didn’t have more on his plate than he could handle simply surviving, he might have had a nervous breakdown. ”They are, in some places. My world, for one,” he said, keeping his voice and smile gentle. ”And how you know, well… you find where multiple sources match and where they differ. And sometimes, you go find out for yourself, in person. As Isla and I did with the volcanettes,” he added, smile turning livelier at that much happier memory.
Jigano was too wary of the new man to lose his composure completely, but he couldn’t miss the hesitation or forced smile over the old… ‘coworker.’ He kept his expression pleasantly interested, making a mental note to perhaps try and learn a bit more later, from Edy – Edrei? – over a glass of pumpkin spiced whiskey. ”Should I be worried that you need healing so often?” he murmured, only half-teasing. He dropped his gaze back to his book, skimming the text with practiced speed to find important key words – or new words, unique to Caido – but his thick white lashes were perfect for hiding the glances he stole at the man across from him, studying his expressions with hidden interest.
