"It's alright," he murmured, feeling tired but offering his friend a wan smile. "I know you meant no harm by it. And if you've been around Remi and the Northhaveners much, they are far more relaxed about such things as a whole, I've noticed." It was hard to stay angry at Sam when the bookmaker generally meant so well, even if he sometimes stumbled over social niceties.
Given that Maea had had as many encounters with Ludo as he had, it didn't seem strange to him at all for an Abandoned to receive as many answers to their prayers as anyone else, though some of what he had read had certainly indicated it was rare for mages to be visited in such a way. Since he had only spoken with the god twice at a shrine - and only once, when he had prayed alone and without the presence of the pious Amalia - he felt no luckier than those who had experienced far more. For that matter, he'd met the Voice as many times as he'd met Ludo, as Sam had just heard!
"Ascended can't always help it, what with the hiding from the sun and the fangs," Jigano chuckled. "But perhaps it's just who I've spoken to, then. After I made Maea uncomfortable by asking her abilities when we were cleaning up the windows I've made more of an effort to not ask so specifically. And I've another Abandoned friend who is... very touchy about their race, and prefers not to talk about it," he admitted. "An Attuned friend, as well. A few of the personal journals I've found in here seem to back that up, but perhaps times have changed..." Though, perhaps not. "And it's not usually something I've seen come up in conversations, except among 'rude and prying' Outlanders like myself," he concluded with a wry smile.
"Either way, the cube is certainly curious. My guess is that it is something for Ascended hands, though what purpose it serves I cannot guess. Have you tried to open it? Are there any seams along the edges, perhaps, that you can pry open?"
Given that Maea had had as many encounters with Ludo as he had, it didn't seem strange to him at all for an Abandoned to receive as many answers to their prayers as anyone else, though some of what he had read had certainly indicated it was rare for mages to be visited in such a way. Since he had only spoken with the god twice at a shrine - and only once, when he had prayed alone and without the presence of the pious Amalia - he felt no luckier than those who had experienced far more. For that matter, he'd met the Voice as many times as he'd met Ludo, as Sam had just heard!
"Ascended can't always help it, what with the hiding from the sun and the fangs," Jigano chuckled. "But perhaps it's just who I've spoken to, then. After I made Maea uncomfortable by asking her abilities when we were cleaning up the windows I've made more of an effort to not ask so specifically. And I've another Abandoned friend who is... very touchy about their race, and prefers not to talk about it," he admitted. "An Attuned friend, as well. A few of the personal journals I've found in here seem to back that up, but perhaps times have changed..." Though, perhaps not. "And it's not usually something I've seen come up in conversations, except among 'rude and prying' Outlanders like myself," he concluded with a wry smile.
"Either way, the cube is certainly curious. My guess is that it is something for Ascended hands, though what purpose it serves I cannot guess. Have you tried to open it? Are there any seams along the edges, perhaps, that you can pry open?"
