He listened curiously to her description of a life from a dream. It made more sense than he wanted to admit at first, his lips quirking wryly as he tilted his head to the side in silent understanding. He gave a slight shake of his head at the name 'Deimos', unfamiliar with it - though he would have recognized the face it went with, had she been able to show him a picture. "No, I don't think it sounds like you're losing your mind. But then... my own experiences are hardly typical," he admitted with a dry chuckle. "Memories of another self... or perhaps of someone else, some other spirit your own soul connected with in the portal between worlds, so that your memories mingled..."
He wrinkled his nose as she compared Isuma to vultures and hyenas, known scavengers, though he had never seen a hyena in his northern plains. Useful animals to be sure, but still nothing compared to the fluffy sweetness and perfection that was his gryphlet. Perhaps Rexanna realized her mistake, or perhaps there was something more there... the regret for a dream-life she could remember but not reclaim. He cleared his throat gently to provide her with time to settle her emotions, and for Isuma to distract them both with her antics as they turned their attention back to the crafting of banners.
"Ah, a woman of many talents," he approved, delighted with such a useful magic. He had once been able to do something similar with a cantrip, but... ah, speaking of dreamworlds lost...
Isuma sensed that she was being admired in some way, for she subsided from her playing to sit as prim and well-behaved as a little princess as Rexanna chose her colors. Jigano chuckled, adjusting his cutting to match the pattern that his friend was laying out so the pieces would be ready when she reached for them. "I am helpless against her," he cheerfully admitted. "She would be spoiled rotten, I suspect, if her temperament wasn't so sweet." He tilted his head thoughtfully at Rexanna, his smile quirking a little slyer. "If you could have a pet, my friend, what would you chose for yourself? Or do you not want the responsibility right now?"
He wrinkled his nose as she compared Isuma to vultures and hyenas, known scavengers, though he had never seen a hyena in his northern plains. Useful animals to be sure, but still nothing compared to the fluffy sweetness and perfection that was his gryphlet. Perhaps Rexanna realized her mistake, or perhaps there was something more there... the regret for a dream-life she could remember but not reclaim. He cleared his throat gently to provide her with time to settle her emotions, and for Isuma to distract them both with her antics as they turned their attention back to the crafting of banners.
"Ah, a woman of many talents," he approved, delighted with such a useful magic. He had once been able to do something similar with a cantrip, but... ah, speaking of dreamworlds lost...
Isuma sensed that she was being admired in some way, for she subsided from her playing to sit as prim and well-behaved as a little princess as Rexanna chose her colors. Jigano chuckled, adjusting his cutting to match the pattern that his friend was laying out so the pieces would be ready when she reached for them. "I am helpless against her," he cheerfully admitted. "She would be spoiled rotten, I suspect, if her temperament wasn't so sweet." He tilted his head thoughtfully at Rexanna, his smile quirking a little slyer. "If you could have a pet, my friend, what would you chose for yourself? Or do you not want the responsibility right now?"
