I'm resting. [ It's said mildly. He knows they've insisted he should be in bed. He's just sick of laying about, mired in thoughts he does not want to have, and, mm. Roach is always the easiest company to find, isn't she?
Roach and another bird. Jaskier's? he thinks, before Rinwell clarifies. He studies the strange owl. It's unusually round, but it does bear resemblance to an owl: white, feathery, plush. He steps foward, curious. Seems the Singularity continues to bestow gifts and powers, wanted or not. Except upon him, apparently, something he remains unsurprised about. He is made of chaos, but his connection to it is not that of a mage's, never has been. The mutations saw to that.
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Roach and another bird. Jaskier's? he thinks, before Rinwell clarifies. He studies the strange owl. It's unusually round, but it does bear resemblance to an owl: white, feathery, plush. He steps foward, curious. Seems the Singularity continues to bestow gifts and powers, wanted or not. Except upon him, apparently, something he remains unsurprised about. He is made of chaos, but his connection to it is not that of a mage's, never has been. The mutations saw to that.
Either way. ]
He simply appeared to you?