Zul'Zae'ju'Jin
the Hugger Troll
He rested his eyes on the pair of ursine creatures in the closure. They seemed to have plenty of space to roam with what looked like shelters where the bears could rest or hide from public view. It all looked a lot how they lived in the wild. He smiled at that and nodded before he looked towards her when he heard her voice by his side. He listened and gave a facial expression mostly centred around his mouth to give the impression of stating 'more or less' as he continued to listen. He arched a brow when she said that artists work was worth more once they had expired. He sighed slightly, Kaeso could agree about pay being turbulent but knew you could usually find it. "That's a shame to hear... My friend would have been sad to have seen that happen. I'm sure he would have loved to have seen your work." He smiled before he looked back at the bears, marvelling at the power that he knew they were capable of. He had seen what their claws could do to a human body and it wasn't a pretty sight. "Well, don't let that stop you from your art, will you?"
His hands gripped the rail, revolving around the metal slightly as he watched the animals below. "Establishing the truth?" he questioned before he nodded. "I see, not as uh, fluid as art?" he tilted his head in curiosity before the wonder of the bears wore off and he turned towards her ready for the next thing to see.
Kaeso listened with rapt attention as she spoke of where he could stay or what he could do. He smiled slightly at the aspect of cheating and then he shook his head, "Not my style. Besides, I'd still have to read the books, to know what came after." He knew there could have been some times where Roman ruled or they could have been destroyed after the battle he had taken a part of. Kaeso mused on that, reading history books might help him to grow more accustomed to this place but her realised then he would have to learn their tongue. His mother tongue and smudge of Celtic would not cut it here. He had already seen some strange confused looks sent his way much of the sort he probably wore himself when he was around fluent speakers of a foreign tongue. "Different? How much different?" he asked, since the military was all he knew, it seemed like the most logical route but that would depend just how much the army had changed since his time in the legions.
He nodded as they moved on with a constant check of the time before they eventually steered towards the Zebra enclosure, "I know it's your turn but... hm... But if I can't get back... Will you teach me your language?... I must stick out like a sore thumb with what's now a dead one.." he asked, it saddened him to know his language had been diluted so much but he knew that if he could not get back home, he would have to follow the rules of this time and to do that, he would have to learn to adapt. He blinked at his line of thinking and knew it was most unlike his own and very much like his second's. He gave another flicker of regret and sadness before that turned into a rueful smile.
His hands gripped the rail, revolving around the metal slightly as he watched the animals below. "Establishing the truth?" he questioned before he nodded. "I see, not as uh, fluid as art?" he tilted his head in curiosity before the wonder of the bears wore off and he turned towards her ready for the next thing to see.
Kaeso listened with rapt attention as she spoke of where he could stay or what he could do. He smiled slightly at the aspect of cheating and then he shook his head, "Not my style. Besides, I'd still have to read the books, to know what came after." He knew there could have been some times where Roman ruled or they could have been destroyed after the battle he had taken a part of. Kaeso mused on that, reading history books might help him to grow more accustomed to this place but her realised then he would have to learn their tongue. His mother tongue and smudge of Celtic would not cut it here. He had already seen some strange confused looks sent his way much of the sort he probably wore himself when he was around fluent speakers of a foreign tongue. "Different? How much different?" he asked, since the military was all he knew, it seemed like the most logical route but that would depend just how much the army had changed since his time in the legions.
He nodded as they moved on with a constant check of the time before they eventually steered towards the Zebra enclosure, "I know it's your turn but... hm... But if I can't get back... Will you teach me your language?... I must stick out like a sore thumb with what's now a dead one.." he asked, it saddened him to know his language had been diluted so much but he knew that if he could not get back home, he would have to follow the rules of this time and to do that, he would have to learn to adapt. He blinked at his line of thinking and knew it was most unlike his own and very much like his second's. He gave another flicker of regret and sadness before that turned into a rueful smile.