[ CLOSED ] when I'm like this, you're the one I trust

[cointosser]

Who: Jaskier, Ciri, Geralt, eventually Sam?
When: First week of October
Where: The desert outskirts of Cadens
What: Jaskier attempts to help Ciri learn magic with disastrous results.
Warnings: Bodily injury, may move to mild body horror depending.



[With the climate they found themselves in, it only made sense for them to really embrace their new... eccentric talents. At least, that was what Jaskier tells himself, and when he tells himself it -- regarding Ciri, in particular -- it all makes sense, of course. If they are all gifted with magic, then it only makes sense to make use of it.

After all, it's free. And they need skills to make a living off of. As far as he understands, Ciri is, er, well. Like Geralt. A hunter.

Magic, hunting. It all fits together.

Okay, fine. He's terribly bored also. And he's tired of being the only one with magic around here. (He's still avoiding the whole plant thing. He prefers not to think about it, actually.]

All right, my dear. I -- well, I don't claim to know many, er, spells, but we can start on what I started on. Simply a little bird. [He, of course, adds a completely unnecessary flourish to his movements, and a bit of sparks, holding out his hand with a dove sitting on his palm.]

It's a bit hard to describe. I sort of... imitated watching it, I suppose.

[He sort of definitely wants to see Ciri try to imitate his flourish.]

Comments

[gynvael]

[ While Ciri gets a feel for her new blade, Geralt leans against a pillar in the square, watching. He hasn't got much doubt it'll be up to par; the smith has done well with his, and he expects she'll do well with Ciri's. His gaze is critical, anyway, as he studies how Ciri handles it. If the weight settles right in her grip and when she turns the weapon.

Satisfactory, he thinks. Ciri feels the same. The smith looks pleased with the compliment, even if her reply is a confident, Of course it is.

Geralt drops the remainder of the payment into her outstretched palm. It's a little more than what's owed for a single sword—the reason for which becomes apparent when she gives him one more thing in return. It's smaller, sheathed in leather: a silver dagger, not especially intricate in its design but as well-crafted as the sword. A snarling wolf head is engraved in the pommel. He's noticed the medallion Ciri has given herself inside the Horizon. (Sometimes it strikes him all over again how much Ciri simply belongs in Kaer Morhen.)

He holds it out for her to take. ] You shouldn't go hunting without any silver.

[wiedzminka]

[ As Ciri sheathes her new weapon, holding it at her side until she can get a baldric fitted, she watches Geralt pay the bladesmith. She'll pay him back, Ciri thinks. She'll be able to pull her own weight now. And start saving up for--

Ciri blinks. Geralt is turning toward her now, holding something. A dagger.

She steps forward to take it in her free hand, eyes wide when she sees the wolf. ]

Geralt...

[ Her voice wavers, just a tiny bit, throat suddenly gone tight. She blinks again. Then smiles, soft and sincere, all the way to her eyes. ]

Thank you, Geralt. I'll rely on it.

[gynvael]

[ He peers at her, considering if she'll think it too much. Gift giving is not something he normally does, and even now, he almost wants to think of it as a matter of practicality even if...there's more to it than that. But it's true neither of them can afford to have a silver sword forged. So a dagger will do in the meantime.

Perhaps a steel dagger for Jaskier in the future. Just in case.

He smiles back, a rare one that's a little more than a subtle curl to his lips. ] We'll ride when you're ready.

[ He knows she'll need a couple more pieces of gear. But this is a good start. And then they'd see what they could find out there, if anything, about Mal. ]