[It helps that much has been forgotten. If she can't remember something, it may as well be happening for the first time. Maybe Nadine ought to be sad about that, but she rather thinks it's sort of nice. To be able to experience something new for the second time.
But some things never take her by surprise. Like his eagerness, his devotion. She stretches a leg out for him, leaves and vines shifting to bare the bone-white limb dotted with soft patches of moss and lichen. Her 'clothing' is a part of herself, the same as her limbs. It moves at her will.
Tendrils of vines reach for Jaskier, uncoiling from the depths of greenery that cover her. They caress his hair, his face, his arms. The mortals have their celebration, the gods have theirs.]
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[It helps that much has been forgotten. If she can't remember something, it may as well be happening for the first time. Maybe Nadine ought to be sad about that, but she rather thinks it's sort of nice. To be able to experience something new for the second time.
But some things never take her by surprise. Like his eagerness, his devotion. She stretches a leg out for him, leaves and vines shifting to bare the bone-white limb dotted with soft patches of moss and lichen. Her 'clothing' is a part of herself, the same as her limbs. It moves at her will.
Tendrils of vines reach for Jaskier, uncoiling from the depths of greenery that cover her. They caress his hair, his face, his arms. The mortals have their celebration, the gods have theirs.]
I'm sure you could, if you tried very hard.