Jikan was always the type of woman that did not enjoy being stuck in the questions of ifs and whens. She was a if this then A, B, or Z type of gal. But in the terms of Tamas stating he was close to reaching out to joining Sleeping Calamity but ended up going to Paradise Dawn after meeting Yuueri. But just because that was so did not mean the two forces would have joined if that had not happened. A guild adding to its members happened due to various reasons and circumstances. And possibility, depending on who Tamas met and talked to, he could have decided Sleeping Calamity was not a fit for him after all. This not being understood due to her phrasing was not understood by her. It was not an implication that things could or should change in the future. And so when he asked about elaboration it was unexpected, but one she would give.
"I simply mean that things that were not decided on, the what ifs of one's path, is only speculation and the unknown. If you had never met Yuueri, that does not mean you would have met me that day for example. Or join Sleeping Calamity, or any guild in the end. The reality we live in is full of possibilities, either way, Wondering or saying such is just that, saying". While it was true that he early sought them out. Such as the question if he would have joined in the end was an unknown matter.
Moving on from the clarification. She gave an understanding nod at Tamas' words. "Okay", she said, simply hearing his explanation of his words. Ah, the perception that a being ways had to deal with. The core principle of the game was that it was an annoyance and at other times. A beautiful enjoyable tool. "Hmmm, do you come off as blunt or mean perhaps?", she said in a soft self amusement. Such was a light joke, unclear in its delivery, about how one's tone could impact people. It seemed Tamas had plenty of that in his life. "Although it is all the same. It is bound to happen when you are being true about yourself. Heads bumping against one another or agitation is the norm". Jikan said, finishing her expression. Voice even and her tone calm. Finding nothing annoying. Casual by all means to her. Dislike him when he speaks his mind? Too much? Were these children he was often speaking to or just grumpy rulers that showed disdain to anyone that didn't bend the knee?
She would make a note of it nonetheless. Another interesting piece of description; a man that chose to speak little and let his actions show more. Respectable. And one to watch for. The silent ones had the best ears more often than not after all. She truly did not care if he was a light mage or dark mage. His actions and hindrance to her was all it mattered. While his attachment to the entity that ired her in the past, even though silence for now was the normal between the two. She still could not let down her guard. But for now, she would work with him. As talkative or not he wished to be.
She blinked as he moved, hearing her next question. Shifting to the left then to the right and finally behind like a curious craftsman looking for a lost material before turning back to the smithery. From her first sight there were no other blacksmiths, perhaps they were located elsewhere? That thought soon was still unanswered though as he answered. Such a lone wolf type of man. That was fine and all but a good answer should be given at least. Tch tch tch.
Well from the looks of things she just had to assume he was the only Smith in the general area for now?
But then again she still had the thought of giving aid. And so the man's double answers held a confliction to her. First he said he worked alone, and although he meant it as he was the only blacksmith present. Jikan took it very much so that he preferred to be left to his devices. To be allowed to be a creator in his zen. A thought that reminded her of a certain someone. And she was fine doing so. She would have simply left to do something else. But then he said thank you as she walked closer tying her hair up. His words did show some gratitude at least.
"Very well then", she said as she sat down to a separate forgery. Eyeing the materials before moving to collect and put on the smithery gear she would need and get her fire going.
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