"I certainly hope so! I'm glad to see the old man isn't alone this time," Jigano chuckled, nodding towards the leader of the little herd, who was busy lipping up oats from the snow. "The young ones must be adorable. Perhaps we'll be lucky enough to see some next year... or even this year, yet, perhaps." The winter was still young, after all, though the days were growing shorter with grim speed, as if the world was racing towards the mysterious Long Night and all it would bring, both good and bad.
"I still know so little of the place so many other Outlanders came from," he admitted, a little rueful. "Though I suppose I'll never see it myself. But still... what you say makes some sense with those I've met. The idea that safety only lies in physical strength and might, and that he who strikes first... wins." Not that the bard had never lashed out first... so perhaps their reasons were as good as his own had been.
And it had nearly killed him, hadn't it? No, fighting was not where his strengths lay.
He tilted his head down at Isla as she looked up, a brow arched in curiosity as he waited to hear just what the Ascended were supposed to do, but alas, neither of them had the answers to that particular riddle. "Well. If she is less fickle than the rest, perhaps you could see her again and ask? Though with all the problems Remi has had with Ludo and Frey, I hesitate to suggest anyone willingly seek out the gods of this place... though it might be the only way we find answers." He sighed, watching the luxere though some of the easy joy had gone out of him. Still, their glow seemed to keep the mood a little lighter, even as the moon rose to spill silver over the snow of the Glade and set the world to sparkling like the inside of a diamond. "I suppose... there's no reward without risk. If we intend to leave this barrier we'll need to push harder than those who came before us. And working together will get us farther than going our separate ways."
He smiled softly as a soft velvety nose snuffled at his knee, then at the hands still lightly clasped between them. Soft brown eyes looked beseechingly from him to Isla, seeking more treats from the two who had brought such tasty bounty.
"I still know so little of the place so many other Outlanders came from," he admitted, a little rueful. "Though I suppose I'll never see it myself. But still... what you say makes some sense with those I've met. The idea that safety only lies in physical strength and might, and that he who strikes first... wins." Not that the bard had never lashed out first... so perhaps their reasons were as good as his own had been.
And it had nearly killed him, hadn't it? No, fighting was not where his strengths lay.
He tilted his head down at Isla as she looked up, a brow arched in curiosity as he waited to hear just what the Ascended were supposed to do, but alas, neither of them had the answers to that particular riddle. "Well. If she is less fickle than the rest, perhaps you could see her again and ask? Though with all the problems Remi has had with Ludo and Frey, I hesitate to suggest anyone willingly seek out the gods of this place... though it might be the only way we find answers." He sighed, watching the luxere though some of the easy joy had gone out of him. Still, their glow seemed to keep the mood a little lighter, even as the moon rose to spill silver over the snow of the Glade and set the world to sparkling like the inside of a diamond. "I suppose... there's no reward without risk. If we intend to leave this barrier we'll need to push harder than those who came before us. And working together will get us farther than going our separate ways."
He smiled softly as a soft velvety nose snuffled at his knee, then at the hands still lightly clasped between them. Soft brown eyes looked beseechingly from him to Isla, seeking more treats from the two who had brought such tasty bounty.
