[Estinien does remember Jaskier saying that he felt as if he'd returned with something from the Horizon, but wasn't quite sure what it was yet. A string waiting to be plucked, he thought. Is this the result of that feeling, then? While it's an act that's completely unremarkable within the Horizon, but can help but move a bit closer to squint at it, wondering about how it's been manifesting in real life.
While it wouldn't necessarily have strong battle applications, unless his use of it is far more developed than he's displaying, Estinien does not seem to doubt its usefulness for even a moment. He can think of so many situations that being able to grow plantlife so quickly could have been of use... especially from the perspective of someone whose nation had been reduced to a wintery hellscape that could only support such life in select areas.
He reaches out and touches the plant because he's curious, before Jaskier sends it away. At the least, imagining Jaskier waking up in a bed of flowers is more than a little amusing.]
A useful skill. [And he's very serious about that.] I know of none that wield such magicks.
[Yet, it does lead him to wonder about his own differences. He frowns to himself thoughtfully. To this day, he's unsure what to attribute his changes to.]
Something has changed in me as well, but... I have been unsure if 'twas caused by the horizon, or if 'twas simply the inevitable conclusion of my being.
[If it's the latter, he feels a bit grim about it.]
It did not manifest until Ambrose's curses were removed, but... [He hesitates.] I'm sure you remember... how I presented myself in the Horizon. And how I looked when striking at the High Mage.
[Half dragon half man. He had no idea it would become so literal.]
From the moment my power was returned, it overcame me... as if driven by my emotions. Though it's since faded, and I look as I did before... I haven't been sure if it's the effect of the Horizon, or the simple result of the dragon's blood and soul that has resided within me for some time now.
[Driven out of control by his general lack of composure.]
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While it wouldn't necessarily have strong battle applications, unless his use of it is far more developed than he's displaying, Estinien does not seem to doubt its usefulness for even a moment. He can think of so many situations that being able to grow plantlife so quickly could have been of use... especially from the perspective of someone whose nation had been reduced to a wintery hellscape that could only support such life in select areas.
He reaches out and touches the plant because he's curious, before Jaskier sends it away. At the least, imagining Jaskier waking up in a bed of flowers is more than a little amusing.]
A useful skill. [And he's very serious about that.] I know of none that wield such magicks.
[Yet, it does lead him to wonder about his own differences. He frowns to himself thoughtfully. To this day, he's unsure what to attribute his changes to.]
Something has changed in me as well, but... I have been unsure if 'twas caused by the horizon, or if 'twas simply the inevitable conclusion of my being.
[If it's the latter, he feels a bit grim about it.]
It did not manifest until Ambrose's curses were removed, but... [He hesitates.] I'm sure you remember... how I presented myself in the Horizon. And how I looked when striking at the High Mage.
[Half dragon half man. He had no idea it would become so literal.]
From the moment my power was returned, it overcame me... as if driven by my emotions. Though it's since faded, and I look as I did before... I haven't been sure if it's the effect of the Horizon, or the simple result of the dragon's blood and soul that has resided within me for some time now.
[Driven out of control by his general lack of composure.]