”I think perhaps my view of the gods was a bit... skewed. I met many, but it is easier when you already knew where to look and what to look for.” Slim fingers tapped along Caiside chin, his brows drawing together as he thought back. He absently nodded along as Jigano offered warnings and reminders. These were not his gods, he knew, but Caiside was nothing if not persistent. Even if he was ignored the first dozen times he asked for an audience, he would get an answer.
A bubble of laughter escaped Caiside, and he threw his head back, playing up the action just a little bit. ”I am nothing if not fascinating, and I’m glad you see it.” The cocky words were said in jest, the sunny smile on Caiside face taking away the potentially unbecoming connotations. ”It’s not forward to call a friend a friend.” The confirmation came easily, without hesitation. Jigano was the kind of person he would like to surround himself with. Clever, and easy to get along with.
The offer of a guide to the shrine was appreciated, and tempting. Caiside considered it, until he glanced back towards the door, and the chill waiting beyond. He shivered involuntarily and shook his head. ”I would prefer to stay in the warmth a little longer, and continue our conversation.” Caiside wrapped both hands around his mug again, the ceramic still warmunder his hands hen though it was empty. ”Besides,” he continued, looking up to meet the blue eyed gaze of his friend, ”I only ever see something for the first time once. I’d like my first impression to be the best one.”
A bubble of laughter escaped Caiside, and he threw his head back, playing up the action just a little bit. ”I am nothing if not fascinating, and I’m glad you see it.” The cocky words were said in jest, the sunny smile on Caiside face taking away the potentially unbecoming connotations. ”It’s not forward to call a friend a friend.” The confirmation came easily, without hesitation. Jigano was the kind of person he would like to surround himself with. Clever, and easy to get along with.
The offer of a guide to the shrine was appreciated, and tempting. Caiside considered it, until he glanced back towards the door, and the chill waiting beyond. He shivered involuntarily and shook his head. ”I would prefer to stay in the warmth a little longer, and continue our conversation.” Caiside wrapped both hands around his mug again, the ceramic still warmunder his hands hen though it was empty. ”Besides,” he continued, looking up to meet the blue eyed gaze of his friend, ”I only ever see something for the first time once. I’d like my first impression to be the best one.”
