[It's not her fault that her mangling of his name leaves his eyes twitching a little, but his smile is smooth as he gently corrects:] Jaskier. [Emphasis on the "Yas." It's only fair for thinking that Julie was a terrible goddess's name. And as if to make up for daring to correct a lady -- and because handshakes are certainly not a thing for him -- he holds her hand on top of his, bending to kiss the back of hers.
Ah. Soft.
He cannot place her accent, certainly with no equivalent from the Continent he can think of, but it's adorable in a way he doesn't expect. It suits her. As does, shockingly, the completely unnatural hair color. Pink. Pink hair. Will wonders never cease? The antlers and the flowers. Of course he loves the flowers, matching the buds tangled in his own hair.]
Some of... y'all? [He pauses. People like him?] Oh, do show!
[Whatever it is, the answer is yes. He wants to see. Of course, it's not her fault that Jaskier and extremely loud noises are not getting along very well ever since Ciri's magic nearly blew his arm off. The cannons fire and he jumps with a startled yelp, ducking down, covering his head, looking up to see --
Stars? But the stars are floating down, covering the two of them, and even though his heart is trying to beat out of his chest and his whole body is shaking, he cannot help but take in the beauty of them catching the light, glittering. His hand covers his chest to keep his heart inside.
At least her laugh tells him that it was not meant to be such a terrifying thing. But a twitchy bard's instinct is a hard instinct to kill.] I -- excuse me! That was. Not what I expected. Hah. [The laugh is more like a wheeze.] B-but, make no mistake, it is truly a beautiful sort of magic, bringing stars indoors.
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Ah. Soft.
He cannot place her accent, certainly with no equivalent from the Continent he can think of, but it's adorable in a way he doesn't expect. It suits her. As does, shockingly, the completely unnatural hair color. Pink. Pink hair. Will wonders never cease? The antlers and the flowers. Of course he loves the flowers, matching the buds tangled in his own hair.]
Some of... y'all? [He pauses. People like him?] Oh, do show!
[Whatever it is, the answer is yes. He wants to see. Of course, it's not her fault that Jaskier and extremely loud noises are not getting along very well ever since Ciri's magic nearly blew his arm off. The cannons fire and he jumps with a startled yelp, ducking down, covering his head, looking up to see --
Stars? But the stars are floating down, covering the two of them, and even though his heart is trying to beat out of his chest and his whole body is shaking, he cannot help but take in the beauty of them catching the light, glittering. His hand covers his chest to keep his heart inside.
At least her laugh tells him that it was not meant to be such a terrifying thing. But a twitchy bard's instinct is a hard instinct to kill.] I -- excuse me! That was. Not what I expected. Hah. [The laugh is more like a wheeze.] B-but, make no mistake, it is truly a beautiful sort of magic, bringing stars indoors.