[ Istredd smiles and watches Jaskier react to the ship, and it is real in all the ways that matter. His attention to detail is spotless, and he is happy to see his reaction and know that his creation pleases him. He is often held up in his library, forgetting the outside world entirely. It is only through the presence of others, visits or otherwise, that he remembers to exist. Jaskier is one such person who reminds him that he's alive, being so alive and beautiful himself.

He watches him touch everything, he's not one to simply appreciate an image, he must be in it. Istredd loves that about him, in truth, there is no one else like him. All these centuries later and he still stands apart. And he asks questions Istredd hasn't considered in a long time, which makes him actually think before responding. ]

I think I miss being surprised at all. It's been a long time.

[ When everything is expected and obvious, or easily guessed at and controlled, there are no surprises to a god. Istredd closes in on him and cups his face in his hands. ]

Well inspire me, beautiful songbird, and I guarantee I can make you a storm that will have your heart pounding.