[Oh, mages, insular? Hiding secrets from each other and everyone else? Oh, no, of course not. Nothing Jaskier has ever noticed. Especially with his dealings mostly being with Phillipa, who is absolutely the most trustworthy of all mages.]
I know of Triss, but I've never had the pleasure. [It is a bit funny to him that the Witcher has all the reason in the world to never trust a mage, but he somehow finds himself imbedded with them so deeply anyway. But that just lends to the idea Geralt was not being an ass on purpose when he said he doesn't think of Istredd -- it was quite literal. They are not, ah. Friendly.
Which he can almost wonder if it's as simple as being Yennefer's fault. As most things are.
Ah. As he suspected.]
Well, I won't lie to you. You are a fool. But I can admit you would have a perspective of her that I lack. [He follows Istredd's gaze. It's not hard to miss Yennefer. Or to suspect she's listening in. Jaskier absolutely would. Listen in.
Though that is true of himself. Perhaps she also went to Istredd when she lost her magic, but Jaskier remembers those moments intently. The desperation, and the loss. Of holding her as she turned to nothing in the Horizon. And the words she spoke to him in the dim of a ship full of elves.]
We've had our moments. [He smiles, a huff escaping.] Truthfully I thought her an utter demon for most of those years. But I met her in Gors Valen when she was in... trouble. We shared an understanding. [Is that all it takes to be in Istredd's good graces? Such a empathetic mage indeed.] I would be a poor poet if I could not understand others' hearts, after all.
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I know of Triss, but I've never had the pleasure. [It is a bit funny to him that the Witcher has all the reason in the world to never trust a mage, but he somehow finds himself imbedded with them so deeply anyway. But that just lends to the idea Geralt was not being an ass on purpose when he said he doesn't think of Istredd -- it was quite literal. They are not, ah. Friendly.
Which he can almost wonder if it's as simple as being Yennefer's fault. As most things are.
Ah. As he suspected.]
Well, I won't lie to you. You are a fool. But I can admit you would have a perspective of her that I lack. [He follows Istredd's gaze. It's not hard to miss Yennefer. Or to suspect she's listening in. Jaskier absolutely would. Listen in.
Though that is true of himself. Perhaps she also went to Istredd when she lost her magic, but Jaskier remembers those moments intently. The desperation, and the loss. Of holding her as she turned to nothing in the Horizon. And the words she spoke to him in the dim of a ship full of elves.]
We've had our moments. [He smiles, a huff escaping.] Truthfully I thought her an utter demon for most of those years. But I met her in Gors Valen when she was in... trouble. We shared an understanding. [Is that all it takes to be in Istredd's good graces? Such a empathetic mage indeed.] I would be a poor poet if I could not understand others' hearts, after all.