"I experienced something similar during my first shrine visit," Jigano agreed with a wry grin. "Maybe they just like making sure Outlanders are serious about praying?" Whatever the reason, theology would have to wait while they took a more focused approach to the merely mortal concerns of a newly Ascended and a curious scholar.
"I freely admit, I'm not fond of being chased, either." He said it cheerfully enough, but there was a warning glint in his blue eyes as he grinned at the blond. "I've had to run for my life one too many times for it to be much fun to 'practice.' But I'm sure two clever men such as ourselves can find something else for measuring your abilities!" Regardless, they had a place to start and a goal to meet. Jigano began tapping out the time and the Ascended...
Disappeared?
No... not quite. Squinting foxy blue eyes he could follow a blurred shape in the darkness that came momentarily clearer in the moonlight and virtually vanished in the shadows. He raised a brow as the blond came to a stop - much more balanced this time, it looked like. "Eight seconds," he said, impressed. "Very nicely done!" He handed the stick over and waited for the Ascended to find his rhythm before the white-haired man took off.
He didn't run as fast as he could have, holding back to check his footing so the shadows didn't hide something to trip him up, but he made it back in about fifteen seconds, reaching up to pat his hair back into place with a raised brow of question.
"I freely admit, I'm not fond of being chased, either." He said it cheerfully enough, but there was a warning glint in his blue eyes as he grinned at the blond. "I've had to run for my life one too many times for it to be much fun to 'practice.' But I'm sure two clever men such as ourselves can find something else for measuring your abilities!" Regardless, they had a place to start and a goal to meet. Jigano began tapping out the time and the Ascended...
Disappeared?
No... not quite. Squinting foxy blue eyes he could follow a blurred shape in the darkness that came momentarily clearer in the moonlight and virtually vanished in the shadows. He raised a brow as the blond came to a stop - much more balanced this time, it looked like. "Eight seconds," he said, impressed. "Very nicely done!" He handed the stick over and waited for the Ascended to find his rhythm before the white-haired man took off.
He didn't run as fast as he could have, holding back to check his footing so the shadows didn't hide something to trip him up, but he made it back in about fifteen seconds, reaching up to pat his hair back into place with a raised brow of question.
