[For now. Alucard is much more optimistic about the point he's reached over himself. He's learned the lesson, and now comes... putting effort into living it. Even now, after his one performance, he has yet to pick the lute up again.
One thing at a time.]
Worry not, I'm nowhere so skilled. I'm still working on it.
[Jaskier walks beside him, shifting the bag at his side a bit harder. He's gathered a few things he needs in the effort: a hand shovel, some sort of clawed thing for digging up roots, and twine he uses to tie bundles of herbs for home up. In some way, he thinks he's settled into the work easier because of what he did in the vineyard. Raising them up by hand, watering and coaxing the sunlight to the levels he needed. Harvesting grapes, stamping them out. Bottling.
Jaskier gives the old cactus a pat. It doesn't move, but it doesn't prod at him with needles miraculously, either. Perhaps a thanks for putting what magic he had into keeping it alive during the Dimming. With a little bow to the cactus, he takes a seat on the bench. Unfortunately, he's not on a "sitting on the dirt" sort of level of ease with the earth yet. He stretches his legs out, knees popping.]
I know now. You were a tough nut to crack, you know. [He smiles at him. Well. A tough nut to crack who needed just a bit of wine in him to crack at all.] I'm glad for it, you know. Your company has always been some of the best.
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[For now. Alucard is much more optimistic about the point he's reached over himself. He's learned the lesson, and now comes... putting effort into living it. Even now, after his one performance, he has yet to pick the lute up again.
One thing at a time.]
Worry not, I'm nowhere so skilled. I'm still working on it.
[Jaskier walks beside him, shifting the bag at his side a bit harder. He's gathered a few things he needs in the effort: a hand shovel, some sort of clawed thing for digging up roots, and twine he uses to tie bundles of herbs for home up. In some way, he thinks he's settled into the work easier because of what he did in the vineyard. Raising them up by hand, watering and coaxing the sunlight to the levels he needed. Harvesting grapes, stamping them out. Bottling.
Jaskier gives the old cactus a pat. It doesn't move, but it doesn't prod at him with needles miraculously, either. Perhaps a thanks for putting what magic he had into keeping it alive during the Dimming. With a little bow to the cactus, he takes a seat on the bench. Unfortunately, he's not on a "sitting on the dirt" sort of level of ease with the earth yet. He stretches his legs out, knees popping.]
I know now. You were a tough nut to crack, you know. [He smiles at him. Well. A tough nut to crack who needed just a bit of wine in him to crack at all.] I'm glad for it, you know. Your company has always been some of the best.