Jigano tilted his head curiously at the answer, the woman - the Ascended? - speaking in partial riddles and cryptic certainties. "I suppose," he said slowly, thoughtful, "that I wondered what abstract thoughts it might inspire. Poetry, yes, or feelings... or memories, perhaps. But physically, that too," he added with a smile. "One of my friends choose the path of the Ascended, and received eyes with incredible abilities to see in ways I cannot. I guess, given your state of dress and unconcern for the temperature, that you also of the Ascended? And so I wondered if your eyes could also see something beyond my own."
Turning his attention back to the monument to isolation he hummed in thought, finding the awkward conversation growing oddly more intriguing, now that it seemed the stranger didn't mind his presence or his attempt at conversation. "May I ask what preferences you do have, then? I would try to follow them, as a courtesy."
Turning his attention back to the monument to isolation he hummed in thought, finding the awkward conversation growing oddly more intriguing, now that it seemed the stranger didn't mind his presence or his attempt at conversation. "May I ask what preferences you do have, then? I would try to follow them, as a courtesy."
