[No, actually, he loves being right, but it seems as of late what he's been right about is Things Going Poorly, and it keeps happening, and it's all very frustrating because it's also never Yennefer who sees him being Right, because she's so convinced he's always wrong.
He's not thinking of Yennefer now (mostly. It would be lovely for her to burn this horrid forest to the ground.)]
I haven't been -- this place isn't right. [He's stating the obvious.] Right, doing, not talking --
[Jaskier reaches out, both with his hands and with his magic, and grabs hold of the vine. Taking control, contorting it so it begins to roll up and slide back to where it came from.
The forest seems to take a breath and hold it, where even the birds grow quiet. Jaskier's heart does the opposite. That is not a good sign.
The vine doesn't so much break out of his hold, as it slides back to its base, slithering across the ground like a snake going backwards. However, it is this bulbous, oversized host plant it returns to, which slowly begins to turn their way -- and bloom, into five petals that are, bizarrely and horribly, lined with what can only be described as --]
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[No, actually, he loves being right, but it seems as of late what he's been right about is Things Going Poorly, and it keeps happening, and it's all very frustrating because it's also never Yennefer who sees him being Right, because she's so convinced he's always wrong.
He's not thinking of Yennefer now (mostly. It would be lovely for her to burn this horrid forest to the ground.)]
I haven't been -- this place isn't right. [He's stating the obvious.] Right, doing, not talking --
[Jaskier reaches out, both with his hands and with his magic, and grabs hold of the vine. Taking control, contorting it so it begins to roll up and slide back to where it came from.
The forest seems to take a breath and hold it, where even the birds grow quiet. Jaskier's heart does the opposite. That is not a good sign.
The vine doesn't so much break out of his hold, as it slides back to its base, slithering across the ground like a snake going backwards. However, it is this bulbous, oversized host plant it returns to, which slowly begins to turn their way -- and bloom, into five petals that are, bizarrely and horribly, lined with what can only be described as --]
Teeth. Those are teeth.