[ That gets a soft snort from him, something that's exasperated and unsurprised all at once. He chews on more bread. Jaskier's problem with Yennefer is something he's been experiencing for the past eight years, since Rinde. It will be there, for as long as the rivers flow.
He studies Ciri instead out of the corner of his eyes, when an edge slides into her voice. His brows furrow slightly. Not a sorceress. Just a girl with Elder Blood. Who can open portals not even the most powerful mage could dream of doing. He realizes Jaskier likely doesn't know. Does Yennefer? He thinks so, given Yen's belief that Ciri must go, but he's not certain if Cirilla has chosen to tell Jaskier. It isn't his decision, either way, and if what she says of the Wild Hunt is true...
There are enough targets between the three of them. He won't paint one on Jaskier, too.
Though talk of magic makes him curious. It wasn't the first thing on his mind, either. Witchers are not made for magic. He isn't certain if Jaskier feels something that tells him the power is his, that allows him to pull on it, to shape it; for Geralt, there's nothing. No surprise, given his mutations, but: his Signs must be back, if his senses are, too.
He lifts his hand to try, while Jaskier and Ciri continue the conversation. A candle off to the side nearby lights itself, the smallest, almost unnoticeable whisper of magic in the air. It flares brighter, for a split second, than he expected, but between the wine and his distraction with the tension from Ciri, he dismisses it as a trick of the light.
Though. ] Hm. [ He takes the wine without saying more on it. ]
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He studies Ciri instead out of the corner of his eyes, when an edge slides into her voice. His brows furrow slightly. Not a sorceress. Just a girl with Elder Blood. Who can open portals not even the most powerful mage could dream of doing. He realizes Jaskier likely doesn't know. Does Yennefer? He thinks so, given Yen's belief that Ciri must go, but he's not certain if Cirilla has chosen to tell Jaskier. It isn't his decision, either way, and if what she says of the Wild Hunt is true...
There are enough targets between the three of them. He won't paint one on Jaskier, too.
Though talk of magic makes him curious. It wasn't the first thing on his mind, either. Witchers are not made for magic. He isn't certain if Jaskier feels something that tells him the power is his, that allows him to pull on it, to shape it; for Geralt, there's nothing. No surprise, given his mutations, but: his Signs must be back, if his senses are, too.
He lifts his hand to try, while Jaskier and Ciri continue the conversation. A candle off to the side nearby lights itself, the smallest, almost unnoticeable whisper of magic in the air. It flares brighter, for a split second, than he expected, but between the wine and his distraction with the tension from Ciri, he dismisses it as a trick of the light.
Though. ] Hm. [ He takes the wine without saying more on it. ]