[It's so terribly hard to genuinely flatter Jaskier, but certainly a quiet surprise crosses his face at that compliment. It feels far heavier than what he thought this whole exchange could ever be, and her compliment even weightier. She's a dragon, practically a legend in his world, as rare as the creatures are. And, if Estinien is to be believed -- which he does, really -- she is a legend in her world, too.
It feels a true honor to wear her scale. To be uplifted by those words.
Until she says the most frightening word a serial polygamist can hear.
Jaskier swallows so loudly it's like a ball of metal hitting a bucket.] En -- engagement?
[He stares at her as she eats his grapes (and as she plucks them off and pops them in her mouth, it's strange how those same plump globules grow right back where they were pulled from. His vineyard never runs dry.)
Ah. A joke. Another jape, of course; it's not completely out of the question to think he can't entirely grasp dragon humor. His laugh is a bit dry, and sounds a bit too literally like a "Hah." It's closer to an exhalation than a real laugh.]
Right. That's -- funny. [The word engagement rings about his head like a death knoll, and his pallor has not quite returned to its normal rosy hue. Hah. Engaged to a dragon. That's a laugh. Who would ever...?]
Ah, yes. [He desperately grabs the new topic like a lifeline.] Yes, the Free Cities. Cadens, in particular, is where we've set up. It's... it's rather nice, really. Far busier than Thorne, and the cities are populous and were eager to welcome us when we came.
[A bit suspiciously, if you ask him, but they've done nothing to follow up on that feeling.] Estinien came by here, too. He said you've set up in Solvunn? Some sort of... farming community?
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It feels a true honor to wear her scale. To be uplifted by those words.
Until she says the most frightening word a serial polygamist can hear.
Jaskier swallows so loudly it's like a ball of metal hitting a bucket.] En -- engagement?
[He stares at her as she eats his grapes (and as she plucks them off and pops them in her mouth, it's strange how those same plump globules grow right back where they were pulled from. His vineyard never runs dry.)
Ah. A joke. Another jape, of course; it's not completely out of the question to think he can't entirely grasp dragon humor. His laugh is a bit dry, and sounds a bit too literally like a "Hah." It's closer to an exhalation than a real laugh.]
Right. That's -- funny. [The word engagement rings about his head like a death knoll, and his pallor has not quite returned to its normal rosy hue. Hah. Engaged to a dragon. That's a laugh. Who would ever...?]
Ah, yes. [He desperately grabs the new topic like a lifeline.] Yes, the Free Cities. Cadens, in particular, is where we've set up. It's... it's rather nice, really. Far busier than Thorne, and the cities are populous and were eager to welcome us when we came.
[A bit suspiciously, if you ask him, but they've done nothing to follow up on that feeling.] Estinien came by here, too. He said you've set up in Solvunn? Some sort of... farming community?