"Yes," Jigano agreed, a simple statement at the complexity so few words could encompass. He waited patiently for his companion to sort her own words, nodding acknowledgment of his correct guess, and again at hearing that Isla's eyes were, indeed, unique.
He was glad he waited as unexpected poetry emerged, stark and abrupt but not without beauty. After a moment's hesitation he pulled his grey journal from its pouch at his side and began to write down the words, evocative and somewhat contradictory as they were. There were so many questions to ask, but as he finished writing he simply nodded, a wry smile touching his lips. "I, too, have a similar preference. I hope that will not be a problem for either of us, then."
He took a deep breath, then a second, holding the cold air in his lungs for a few seconds before letting it out again in a cloud that temporarily obscured the object of their regard. "Some of your words to describe it make sense to me," he said at last. "Others do not. The guardian... they call it the 'Spire Demon,' a creature of inorganic immortality that cannot abide the touch of fire. It is said to attack any who try to approach the Spire, though I haven't seen it myself. Curious as I am about what lies within, I am neither so desperate nor so foolhardy to make that challenge alone." His wry smile returned, and this time he did flicker a blue gaze her way again. "You mentioned centuries... is that how old you are? I am a bit surprised you are not a legend in your own right, having been around so long."
He was glad he waited as unexpected poetry emerged, stark and abrupt but not without beauty. After a moment's hesitation he pulled his grey journal from its pouch at his side and began to write down the words, evocative and somewhat contradictory as they were. There were so many questions to ask, but as he finished writing he simply nodded, a wry smile touching his lips. "I, too, have a similar preference. I hope that will not be a problem for either of us, then."
He took a deep breath, then a second, holding the cold air in his lungs for a few seconds before letting it out again in a cloud that temporarily obscured the object of their regard. "Some of your words to describe it make sense to me," he said at last. "Others do not. The guardian... they call it the 'Spire Demon,' a creature of inorganic immortality that cannot abide the touch of fire. It is said to attack any who try to approach the Spire, though I haven't seen it myself. Curious as I am about what lies within, I am neither so desperate nor so foolhardy to make that challenge alone." His wry smile returned, and this time he did flicker a blue gaze her way again. "You mentioned centuries... is that how old you are? I am a bit surprised you are not a legend in your own right, having been around so long."
