Open Log + Closed Prompt

[a_better_man]

Who: Mat Cauthon, Jaskier, & Open
When: January
Where: Caste Thorne, Horizon
What: Late January catch-all with open and closed prompts
Warnings: Will add where needed



[OOC: Specific prompts in comments below! If you want to do something else, hit me up and I can throw up a starter! Or just toss one at me.]

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[cointosser]

Jaskier huffs in amusement. "Where I come from, we call it the Edge of the World." Fitting that he thought of it before Mat even said it. So he does know the sort. But he clearly is not an elf -- though perhaps his people were somewhat similar.

Or he could've just been real bloody poor.

Jaskier reaches over to adjust Mat's grip, shifting the theorbo's belly closer against his leg to balance it, making the grip more comfortable. He rubs his chin, stepping back. Funny. It does look like him a bit.

"It sounds similar to my sphere's Chaos. It's another word for magic, I suppose, but it works in a very specific way. The magic I gained here is similar. It simply works. When I need it to."

And he's quite proud of it, with how much work he's put into it. Like now, he offers a real manifestation of it: holding out a hand to Mat, a chickadee appears, peeping and hopping over the plane of Jaskier's hand. Of course he can make anything in the Horizon, but this is also his favorite little trick out of it, too. "What sort of things can you do? Not anything to help you learn a bit of music faster, I bet."

[a_better_man]

"Yeah! Channeling, chaos, magic...they're all words for the same things." And there's dozens others that Mat's heard. But Chaos is very familiar, both Yennefer and Istredd use that term. Might be one of the more common ones.

"Channeling the One Power is what we call it in my world. Because you channel it through you." Which is probably self explanatory. But he never knows, and it's easiest to just provide answers before they're asked.

He lets Jaskier adjust his position and the instrument's, nodding some as he gets a feel for how it's held. His long arms certainly give him an advantage with it. He's distracted for a moment by the sudden bird, grinning as he watches.

"But I mostly work with elements. Ice is my specialty, that comes easy and I can freeze all kinds of things. Sometimes even if they're hot. I can sort of change stuff, but not very much. And I've gotten a good hand on water."

[cointosser]

Jaskier blinks. He's heard the term? Well, he supposes it's not that bizarre a concept for magic... though he only knows his own people to use it so fluently. He understands the gist, though. They are all the same force, even if they are wielded or created differently.

"The one power. Interesting."

He steps back, nodding, taking in the humble man with the mighty theorbo. Yes. It's a good match, and he's holding her well. Gentle, like one would hold a lover, long fingers curled over her neck.

"A rather fascinating array of chaos. I can do a bit of water myself, but it's only its creation. Perhaps a handful at most." He certainly doesn't sound as impressed with himself as when he discusses his birds -- the latest of which has taken flight and exploded into a small shower of sparks. "Speaking of reading, as I said -- can you read? At all?"

[a_better_man]

Mat's been here long enough that he doesn't take much offense at the question. Though his lips do purse a bit and there's a flash of something in his eyes, flickering then gone. Jaskier doesn't know him, and he's offering him apprenticeship. It's an unfortunately reasonable question to ask.

"I can read just fine. And write, and do sums. My education wasn't formal, but it wasn't lacking."

And he knows he's lucky for it, and ought be proud he can answer 'yes'. But mostly he just wishes no one felt the need to ask in the first place. Even if there's no malice in it.

"And I think I like the long lute. S'got personality."

[cointosser]

Jaskier doesn't miss he's annoyed by it, but it's a reasonable question all the same. Mat is the one who offered he's been raised in the middle of bumfuck, nowhere, and -- as curious as it is that everyone in Abraxas appears to be gifted with the knowledge of literacy, it is more than a fair question to anyone from Jaskier's own home.

Or a home that sounds similar.

"Lucky you only need to be able to read. And count." All right, and write, if he's to put down his music, but there are plenty who never do. Who keep it all in their heads.

It's Jaskier's turn to react, with a slight flinch. "A theorbo, actually. But good! That's good. We found it quickly, and it's an instrument I'm well acquainted with, with beautiful, robust sound." And in Mat's hands, she does look good. The two look similar, both long and thin. Lanky. But strong.

"We'll start easy for today. I'll teach you the first few basic notes on the course, a few on the fet, and a chord, and you practice from there."