Jigano nodded, paying curious attention to the way Caiside's world differed from Caido and his own. With his warning duly delivered, however, and no questions forthcoming on the Ascended, the conversation moved on.
If only it had been able to go to a happier place... but transitions rarely came without pain of some kind. Something they both had in common, it seemed, at the complex play of emotions across his companion's face at Jigano's words. When he answered, the bard hadn't known what to expect, but hearing about the fire, and then the divinity, soon had both pale brows arching towards his hairline.
"I think I have seen more people who can use fire than anything else," the lorekeeper recalled thoughtfully, remembering Remi's experiment against the barrier. "But a changer of forms... another of the races found here. They are called "Attuned" and most can change into at least one animal form. Sometimes more. They can communicate with one another telepathically when they are changed - whether all parties wish it or no," Jigano added wryly. "But, like the Ascended, they are not born as such, here. They are born human and must make a choice... but it is not seen as anything bad or unusual."
He tilted his head, still considering what Caiside had said of divinity. "I... do not know what to suggest about how to approach the gods here, in that case. If they will respect you for what you were on your world, or react with jealousy." Perhaps the man was lying to gain prestige or respect, but since his slate had been wiped clean when he came to Caido, Jigano saw no harm in treating his words as if they were truth. "I've only encountered one so far, named Ludo and he... it... is not a kind god." Jigano's lips tugged into a frown at the memory, shying away from the empty nothingness where his dreams had been. "Rather, a god of darkness and tricks and memory. Of the others... Frey is known for their preference for, ah, sexual bondage and curses, and Safrin... has a church or cult which seems to worship hedonism and an utter lack of inhibitions." His lips quirked again, wryly. "And then there's the goddess of the Ascended, the Voice, who was only recently awakened, but I know less of her." He gave a slight shrug and sipped at his tea, feeling a bit parched after all the talking he was doing.
If only it had been able to go to a happier place... but transitions rarely came without pain of some kind. Something they both had in common, it seemed, at the complex play of emotions across his companion's face at Jigano's words. When he answered, the bard hadn't known what to expect, but hearing about the fire, and then the divinity, soon had both pale brows arching towards his hairline.
"I think I have seen more people who can use fire than anything else," the lorekeeper recalled thoughtfully, remembering Remi's experiment against the barrier. "But a changer of forms... another of the races found here. They are called "Attuned" and most can change into at least one animal form. Sometimes more. They can communicate with one another telepathically when they are changed - whether all parties wish it or no," Jigano added wryly. "But, like the Ascended, they are not born as such, here. They are born human and must make a choice... but it is not seen as anything bad or unusual."
He tilted his head, still considering what Caiside had said of divinity. "I... do not know what to suggest about how to approach the gods here, in that case. If they will respect you for what you were on your world, or react with jealousy." Perhaps the man was lying to gain prestige or respect, but since his slate had been wiped clean when he came to Caido, Jigano saw no harm in treating his words as if they were truth. "I've only encountered one so far, named Ludo and he... it... is not a kind god." Jigano's lips tugged into a frown at the memory, shying away from the empty nothingness where his dreams had been. "Rather, a god of darkness and tricks and memory. Of the others... Frey is known for their preference for, ah, sexual bondage and curses, and Safrin... has a church or cult which seems to worship hedonism and an utter lack of inhibitions." His lips quirked again, wryly. "And then there's the goddess of the Ascended, the Voice, who was only recently awakened, but I know less of her." He gave a slight shrug and sipped at his tea, feeling a bit parched after all the talking he was doing.
