Nothing to hide? That would indeed make her a rarity, but she looked at least as young as Remi, and Jigano hid his rueful sigh. He wasn't that old, was he? But somehow people seemed to be getting younger by the day. It was both a gift and a curse to be that innocent... but remembering the young pup's words he held his criticisms back and simply returned Phoebe's smile with a gracious nod.
The description of Ludo made him smile a little ruefully. He suspected the trickster god considered most mortals to be a bit slow, and no one was at their best during Long Night. But what Phoebe had to say about Ludo's information matched what Jigano had already learned, and he nodded thoughtfully.
The young woman's response to Bastien's Church was understandable, and Jigano tried to hide a smile at her confident assertion. That she was probably right didn't hurt, but hearing that he'd had the balls to insult a goddess - and then was punished for it - had the bard raising a brow in curiosity. Of course, that meant that the sex and hedonism that Bastien had touted as appropriate worship might not be right...
He looked curiously at the girl as she parroted Safrin's words so staunchly, wondering how different her opinion might have been if she'd met the Voice first. She seemed to have strong opinions, but was easily swayed by authority. "That doesn't make sense, though," he said slowly. "If the Voice hadn't ascended to godhood, then Safrin or Ludo could have had her killed or punished. To say nothing of their more powerful counterparts who erected the Barrier in the first place. Given that all of them together could only contain her, I'd say that even if her beginnings were humble, she has the power of a god now, and it would be foolhardy to underestimate her as anything less - no matter how it galls the egos of the Old Gods," he cautioned his charge as he led the way deeper into the tunnels of the Underground, his lantern lighting their way, but making the shadows even blacker at the edges of its glow.
The description of Ludo made him smile a little ruefully. He suspected the trickster god considered most mortals to be a bit slow, and no one was at their best during Long Night. But what Phoebe had to say about Ludo's information matched what Jigano had already learned, and he nodded thoughtfully.
The young woman's response to Bastien's Church was understandable, and Jigano tried to hide a smile at her confident assertion. That she was probably right didn't hurt, but hearing that he'd had the balls to insult a goddess - and then was punished for it - had the bard raising a brow in curiosity. Of course, that meant that the sex and hedonism that Bastien had touted as appropriate worship might not be right...
He looked curiously at the girl as she parroted Safrin's words so staunchly, wondering how different her opinion might have been if she'd met the Voice first. She seemed to have strong opinions, but was easily swayed by authority. "That doesn't make sense, though," he said slowly. "If the Voice hadn't ascended to godhood, then Safrin or Ludo could have had her killed or punished. To say nothing of their more powerful counterparts who erected the Barrier in the first place. Given that all of them together could only contain her, I'd say that even if her beginnings were humble, she has the power of a god now, and it would be foolhardy to underestimate her as anything less - no matter how it galls the egos of the Old Gods," he cautioned his charge as he led the way deeper into the tunnels of the Underground, his lantern lighting their way, but making the shadows even blacker at the edges of its glow.
