He blinked at the news that she had been un-cursed, then laughed along with her, sweeping an elegant bow. "You were already resplendent before. But I am glad you can choose your own tone again!" he congratulated, delighted that she had managed to free herself of the curse of a whimsical god. Considering what she had told him about it before he tactfully did not press for details as to the how and why it had been lifted, settling instead for honest joy for his friend.
It was a shame that the conversation took a darker turn almost immediately, but with the world so unsettled it wasn't right to pretend that all was well. She might not realize how often they had crossed each other's paths, but he had become quite fond of the bright, bold woman and he gave her what honesty he could. He was unsurprised to hear that they shared concern over the tumult. It affected everyone, after all, and risked friendships and family ties across all lines. "Yes," he sighed. "A few more weeks, or even months wouldn't hurt things at this point. Let people get used to the idea that the Guardian was defeated and that escape is possible before forcing it down their throats. It can't be easy for the naturals, having everything they thought they knew about their world turning upside down in the space of two short seasons... and it's never wise to jump blindly into a conflict between gods, especially foreign ones," he finished grimly.
Luckily Rexanna had brighter tales to tell, and Jigano relaxed beside her as she began her stories that seemed awfully familiar. Nimble fingers sorted the fabric into a rainbow of shades as she spoke, and he began to pull out individual scraps to hold them together, a critical blue eye judging their harmony or contrast as he considered what his friend was already stitching. A flower with an orange center and yellow and pink petals? Ah, there was some more pink she could use next...
"I would love to see the flowers when we're ready for a break," he said with a grin, trying not to preen at being called 'gorgeous.' "Perhaps he was a helpful Attuned who was just shy?" he suggested, a hint of mischief in his smile. Rory and Amalia and Edy had taken his shape-shifting in stride, and he knew that it was a normal and accepted gift on Caido... but it was still something difficult for him to admit out loud after a lifetime of hiding it. Rory was the only one he'd ever spoken to about it since his parents had died, and that conversation had been... emotionally charged. On multiple levels. He wasn't sure he wanted to have it again so soon, even with someone as kind as Rexanna, however much he had no wish to outright lie to her.
"Those worms are a menace," he agreed with a faint grimace as he fished around for the scissors and started cutting the next piece of cloth for her. "Their only saving grace is that they taste exactly like chicken. I assume that's where most of the food for the Fiat Lux celebration will be coming from," he added wryly. "But I'm sure you made a friend of that fox. He probably owes you dinner or something," he added, teasing lightly. "But how is your ankle? Would you like me to take a look at it? I can put a wrap on it to help stabilize it if it's still bothering you."
It was a shame that the conversation took a darker turn almost immediately, but with the world so unsettled it wasn't right to pretend that all was well. She might not realize how often they had crossed each other's paths, but he had become quite fond of the bright, bold woman and he gave her what honesty he could. He was unsurprised to hear that they shared concern over the tumult. It affected everyone, after all, and risked friendships and family ties across all lines. "Yes," he sighed. "A few more weeks, or even months wouldn't hurt things at this point. Let people get used to the idea that the Guardian was defeated and that escape is possible before forcing it down their throats. It can't be easy for the naturals, having everything they thought they knew about their world turning upside down in the space of two short seasons... and it's never wise to jump blindly into a conflict between gods, especially foreign ones," he finished grimly.
Luckily Rexanna had brighter tales to tell, and Jigano relaxed beside her as she began her stories that seemed awfully familiar. Nimble fingers sorted the fabric into a rainbow of shades as she spoke, and he began to pull out individual scraps to hold them together, a critical blue eye judging their harmony or contrast as he considered what his friend was already stitching. A flower with an orange center and yellow and pink petals? Ah, there was some more pink she could use next...
"I would love to see the flowers when we're ready for a break," he said with a grin, trying not to preen at being called 'gorgeous.' "Perhaps he was a helpful Attuned who was just shy?" he suggested, a hint of mischief in his smile. Rory and Amalia and Edy had taken his shape-shifting in stride, and he knew that it was a normal and accepted gift on Caido... but it was still something difficult for him to admit out loud after a lifetime of hiding it. Rory was the only one he'd ever spoken to about it since his parents had died, and that conversation had been... emotionally charged. On multiple levels. He wasn't sure he wanted to have it again so soon, even with someone as kind as Rexanna, however much he had no wish to outright lie to her.
"Those worms are a menace," he agreed with a faint grimace as he fished around for the scissors and started cutting the next piece of cloth for her. "Their only saving grace is that they taste exactly like chicken. I assume that's where most of the food for the Fiat Lux celebration will be coming from," he added wryly. "But I'm sure you made a friend of that fox. He probably owes you dinner or something," he added, teasing lightly. "But how is your ankle? Would you like me to take a look at it? I can put a wrap on it to help stabilize it if it's still bothering you."
