[Jaskier tilts his head and leads the way; this, at least, is a path he's well-acquainted with.
What he's not? People turning into wolves. And there he is, a wolf again already. With barely a conversation between the three of them, and what was there with sharp edges.
He should be used to this. He has. He's seen it the other way around. Unfortunately, it's still quite startling, even if it's sort of beautiful in its fluidity. (Where do his clothes go? Do they become skin and fur? My. That's much more useful than what werewolves have to go through.)
Jaskier keeps walking as if he had no reaction to it, and as if it wasn't strange as fuck to have a companion who kept changing into a wolf (he imagines to avoid further conversation on the way there.) And it is quiet. Tense. He isn't sure what to say after this tentative agreement to either of them, and it feels bizarre to attempt to fill this silence.
So silence it stays. Until he practically itches with it, and the stable's scent carries towards them on the wind. Inside, Roach has her head stuck in a bag, munching away as her tail flicks. Lounging in her gifts now she's back home with a job well done. A journey completed.]
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What he's not? People turning into wolves. And there he is, a wolf again already. With barely a conversation between the three of them, and what was there with sharp edges.
He should be used to this. He has. He's seen it the other way around. Unfortunately, it's still quite startling, even if it's sort of beautiful in its fluidity. (Where do his clothes go? Do they become skin and fur? My. That's much more useful than what werewolves have to go through.)
Jaskier keeps walking as if he had no reaction to it, and as if it wasn't strange as fuck to have a companion who kept changing into a wolf (he imagines to avoid further conversation on the way there.) And it is quiet. Tense. He isn't sure what to say after this tentative agreement to either of them, and it feels bizarre to attempt to fill this silence.
So silence it stays. Until he practically itches with it, and the stable's scent carries towards them on the wind. Inside, Roach has her head stuck in a bag, munching away as her tail flicks. Lounging in her gifts now she's back home with a job well done. A journey completed.]
Well. Here you are.
[If only to say something.]