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[ OPEN/SOME CLOSED ] if I had to do it over, I'd do it all again

Who: Jaskier, Ciri, Geralt, Yennefer, Alucard, and some open prompts
When: Mid-to-Late January
Where: Cadens and the Horizon
What: Jaskier wakes from a vivid, nasty dream to physical evidence that it was unfortunately very real. He spirals, but like, only a little bit. It mostly involves getting drunk and buying hats to cope.
Warnings: Mentions of bodily injury/torture, maybe PTSD, heavy drinking

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Yeah, yeah it is. I'll just take a rain cheque on that.

[That no one's hurt or taken or worse eases Nadine's worries a great deal. But only leaves her with more questions.

Especially when Jaskier asks his own.

She takes off her coat, draping it casually over a chairback. Underneath she's plainly dressed as usual, a black sweater and black wool skirt with sensible boots. Buying herself a bit of time, she joins him at the bar, turning and hoisting herself up to sit beside him.]

Uh...yeah, kind of, actually. When he came to me in dreams, they felt like they were real. I'd be asleep but I'd also be...with him, at a campfire in the desert. I could feel and smell and hear and see and taste everything like it was happening in the waking world. Like we're sitting here together now. They still feel like things that really happened, like I was really there. I remember them the same way I remember...teaching my first class or graduating college.

[It's a strange thing to ask about unprompted. Is some dark mage or monster visiting Jaskier in his dreams?]

[He gives her a sad sort of smile. That sort of company wouldn't be terrible, but he's also not quite sure he could get it up right now if he tried.

It's nice enough she has not immediately turned around and gone out the door. He wouldn't blame her, really. He is aware he probably doesn't appear very fun or exciting at the moment... which is what their relationship really extends to.

He knows it doesn't make sense. It is simply not how his sphere works -- things are never so easy. But couldn't it be, only once? Why couldn't a fire-throwing psychopath simply be some sort of magic demon? If Ciri is supposed to be all these things... but honestly, he isn't even sure. Which one mattered. Geralt or Ciri.

He may have asked Ciri about Voleth Meir, but he won't this. This is his alone.

He listens without interruption. It's so close. So close, so conveniently so, he could believe this is what happened to him. Dreams like memories. And he could believe they were real, even if they weren't.

He curses the scars. Without them, he wouldn't have to know it happened.]

I had a dream last night. [He slides off the counter on shaky legs, moving around behind it. He may be drunk as shit, but he isn't rude. So he pours two glasses of ale, offering one to her before retaking his seat (with Moglad watching to make sure he doesn't fall again.)] Of home. My sphere. I was not here anymore. Time passed... so much of it. Over a year of things happening to me, to the Continent. War spreading like plague. Death following it like a flock of vultures. [He rubs the burned fingers together, testing their new, uneven tips, drinking from the glass in his other hand.] I lived through it all. And it was only one night, but I know I was there, that these things happened to me. Even as impossible as it all must be.

[It's Nadine's turn to listen without interruption, taking the offered ale but only sips at it for now. Her focus is on what he's sharing, lips pursed in quiet concern as he explains.

It's as if she can feel the gentle tip, the slight shift in things between them. This is serious. This is personal. Not the sort of thing shared between people who's only ties amount to, in blunt terms, a casual fling. Yes, she's told him some personal things she doesn't often share, but it was relevant to their physical relationship. This isn't.

And this is dangerous, a little voice warns her. This could get messy.

But she reaches for his hand anyway, to take it in a gesture of comfort. No matter how bad an idea it likely is to grow too attached, to get too close, she can't turn away from his pain.]

I'm sorry, Jaskier, that sounds awful. But...I think we're at the point where almost nothing is impossible. I don't know what happened to you, but I'm so sorry that it did.

[She sets her drink aside for the moment, brows drawn together as she shifts closer to him.]

You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to. But if you do...I'm here.

[Ooooh. There it is. That immediate regret he's said anything at all, because it's set the mood in the room, and the candles have turned even lower, the taste of ale in his mouth sour. Should've kept it to yourself, Jaskier. Should've just shoved everything over and made a bed and thought of nothing else but breasts. It would've been easy.

Wouldn't it have?

He starts draining his cup to buy himself a few seconds. Awful doesn't encapsulate it, but it's. Trying.]

You're right. I'm not sure why I insist on making things make sense anymore. [She shifts closer and he turns to her a little. It's true, isn't it? Beautiful women make swallowing bitter medicine much easier. At the very least, a hand in his is still a comfort.] I'm not sure it's going to be a very fun story, unfortunately. And I needn't burden you when you must have plenty on your plate.

[He likes the idea she would come to him to feel better, whether it's because of his sparkling personality or the sex. He wants to be that person. The Sun. The Tarot means nothing to him, really, but it's a lovely idea. Being someone's sun.]

Yeah, I've told you some pretty not fun stuff, so...

[Nadine gives a little shrug, dismissing those particular protests.]

But I get it if you don't want to talk about it. Talking about stuff...it sucks, a lot of the time. But sometimes, even though it sucks, it feels a little better after you've let it out. Like lancing a boil, getting the ucky stuff out so you can feel better.

[Not that she takes her own advice, but her burdens are hers, borne of her own choices. Most of them, anyway. It's different.]

And I already feel like crap, so you can't bring me down any. But if you don't want to talk I won't make you...we can just sit here. Or play a dumb drinking game or something. Whatever you want, Jaskier.

[Either way, it's easier to focus on his pain than her own.]

[It's not exactly wrong. But, to be fair, he'd wanted to hear it. For a story, or... something. He's not even sure anymore what it was. She had been just intriguing and mysterious enough that there was plenty to keep him pestering her.

He snorts at it sucks. A colloquialism, apparently, but he understands it.]

My, have I ever told you that you have a way with words?

[It sucks and like a boil certainly describe how he feels right now. However, this one has been festering for over a year. Grown overnight.

It is impossible to truly explain. Even to her, even if she's experienced something similar. He can't even explain it to himself. Days later, he's still attempting to make sense of it all. But there's no need to try. The impossible happens, on occasion.

He refills his glass. Getting drunker, surprisingly, hasn't helped.] Carp? Why do you feel like carp? Oh. Crap. Well, whatever that is. Has something happened to you as well?

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'Crap' is just a more polite way of saying 'shit'. And it doesn't matter why I feel bad. I pretty much always just feel bad to some degree.

[It's said lightly, though. Jaskier doesn't need to hear about her worries and woes, certainly not right now. So much of it is things she doesn't want to share, anyhow.

But she can understand someone in the depths of darkness grasping for something else to talk about. It's half the reason she offered to talk to him about things. She takes her own drink back up and has a few swallows before continuing.]

Uh...I did recently lose someone that was important to me. That hit a little hard. And Julie's still pissed off at me enough she's not talking to me. Oh, and I discovered I can do at least one magic thing that my husband could do that I sure couldn't before, and sure isn't local magic. But you still win the 'Who's Got It Worse' championship.

[And at least it feels a little good to just get it all out there. Particularly the last bit. She hasn't talked about that with anyone, or even told them. He's shared his misery with her, or at least an overview. It's only fair to do the same.]

[He doesn't see why one would ever need to politely refer to shit, but he doesn't question it. One of those things, he supposes. Like how peanuts aren't even a nut.

Unfortunately, he's realizing hearing things have also been hard for Nadine as of late isn't helping. In fact, somehow, he feels a little worse. Fuck. He should've just gone to kiss her or something. Surely that would have been easier.]

I'm sorry to hear it, Nadine. [Lost could mean anything, but his guess is she does not necessarily mean dead, otherwise he imagines she would be worse off. Or is this worse off? Hard to tell. They don't know much of each other yet, to be fair.

Julie being pissed doesn't seem that surprising, though, after he heard what happened. And she's... well. Like him, she doesn't really have a cap on her emotions.

Thus, depression tavern.]

Oh? You gained some new magic? [That. That's a thing he can focus on. It has nothing to do with him, or the Continent, which makes it absolutely brilliant. It needn't even be about her husband. Perhaps it's something like his plants -- osmething that came from nowhere. A magic gift, so to speak.] What is it?

It's fine.

[Nadine shakes her head with a small sigh.]

When you've spent your life losing everybody who ever mattered, you sort of just expect it.

[If she could lose Flagg, no one and nothing is safe or sacred. That lynchpin had always been there, a constant and permanent fixture holding her life and fate together. The one thing she could never lose. It would be like losing the stars or the moon.

But she had, and that had been the start of this decline. Now...now everything's starting to seem pointless.]

And I don't think I want to talk about that, Jaskier. At least with Thornean magic there's books, there's local mages who can teach me. Randall's magic? I don't know anything about it, other than he warned me it comes with a steep price. Which was fine, when he was here and could teach me, God knows what I'd already paid and sacrificed to be with him. Now...

[Another shake of her head, and she downs the rest of her ale. So much for distraction and feeling better for a little while. At least misery shared is a little better than misery suffered alone.]

But I can...change myself, now.

[The fact that line does not come enshrouded in bitterness chokes him with its serious nature all the more. For a moment, he can't look at her. That seems to be a theme with people he comes to care for, isn't it? The horror of loss. It haunts them at every waking step.

Like most people, he thinks. It's only --

It feels more unfair, the losses he hears of. The ones he watches.

He sets his mug aside, fiddling with his fingers as he listens. He sees the loss that men share. And he understands how love and hate can often occupy the same spheres. In Nadine's case, he doesn't think hate exists at all. What had he told her? It feels like years ago now. You aren't the only one who's loved a monster.

He wonders why it is she thinks it must be his magic -- but then again, it's not as if he knows much about demons or magic men.

Jaskier looks back. Raises his brows. She doesn't want to talk about it, but talks about it, anyway. (What a stark picture of himself reflected.)] You needn't speak to me about anything you don't want to, I promise.

[Once, he may have pushed for the story. The story was always the goal. But Nadine, whether she meant to or not, has a place in his heart, and the last thing he wants is for her to find disinterest or discomfort in his company. (Though he's rather sure he's shot the idea he's dependable fun now.)

So he bites his tongue. He leaves it there. No but what do you change into? Can you show me?]

I hope it isn't anything that... hurts. This magic.

I know. I know I've given you grief about being pushy, but you actually don't push about important things. I guess...I just wanted to say something to someone. I don't, usually.

[Who would she talk to? No, it's always been easiest just to keep it to herself, until that became an ingrained pattern. No one cares, no one wants to listen to the private sufferings of Nadine Cross. Except maybe Jaskier does.

And it's better that he didn't ask, asking is a quick way for her to shut down and change topics.]

And no, no it doesn't hurt, exactly. Not physically. It feels...weird. I think. It happened kind of fast, I wasn't expecting it. Honestly it was...it was like a defense mechanism that kicked in - I got startled, badly. And suddenly everything went blurry and my body felt wrong and then I wasn't even human shaped anymore. And TV had it all wrong, your clothes don't change with you.

[Alright, so maybe she's not focusing on the parts it would be helpful to talk about, but...there's a lightness, in the specific incident. Looking back, it's a little bit ridiculous, honestly.

Though she should probably explain, if only to give Jaskier a clearer picture. Maybe the whole thing will cheer him up some. Take away all her fears and concerns over what it means for her and future, and it is something of a silly story.]

I...I changed into a wolf. An actual wolf. I changed right back - and again, clothes do not change with you - but it happened. Right on the street. I can't even begin to recreate the noise I made when I realized....

[I usually don't. Oh. He's noticed. Not that he's minded, either, because to her credit, she has told him far too many things already. Far more than he imagines either of them expected to be shared, considering what this had been set up as.

His legs swing a little while he listens, allowing the Horizon to sober himself up. A little. A tad. Enough that he can follow the conversation, as it feels important already.

Oh. Ah. That -- well, shit. That was not what he expected. (He doesn't know what "TV" is, but it doesn't seem important.)]

You're -- you're some sort of werewolf now? Fuck me. That would be a surprise out of the blue.

[But there is a glow to his eye now, life in his gaze. She can become a wolf? That's. That's absolutely fascinating. Like Alucard, he imagines, but Alucard implied it was simply innate. A skill that comes with being a dhamphir. As far as he knows, though Nadine is tied tightly to this Randall, she still remains human herself.]

I'm sorry, it must have been rather horrifying the first time. To not know what was happening. [He covers her hand with his own.] But wolves are noble, beautiful creatures. Except... when they try to eat you during the winter, but it's only fair when they're going hungry. I think it suits you well. I mean... as much as our magics suit us, I suppose.

[It's certainly more fantastic than growing blackberries and making birds.] And this was in Nott? Were you all right after?

Oh my god, Jaskier, no. I am not a werewolf.

[Nadine shakes her head and barks out a little laugh. Werewolf...he really does take a little bit of information and runs with it.]

I can just turn into a wolf. Randall could do it, too. It's by choice, not...all that stuff that goes along with werewolves.

[It had only happened involuntarily because she was frightened. An instinct she didn't realize she had kicking in. She's...not sure about the rest of what Jaskier's saying, and whether or not all those attributes are applicable in this case. Mythology around wolves is varied, and some of it is particularly unflattering.]

It happened over the Dimming. I was fine, only one person saw me and it's someone I know. I haven't done it again since. I'll...figure it out at some point.

[There are too many other things she needs to figure out, a vaguely alarming new ability is pretty low on her list of priorities.]

[He does not see the distinction right now, really. Minus the infection part. And the turning against her will at the whim of the moon phases or something. Wait, is that part true? He's forgotten, actually. Ah. Geralt would be so disappointed in him.

Oh. If the magic man could do it. Huh. Is it... contagious? Well. She did say she was turning into something like him.

His mind spins between what she's told him, elaborated on, and what she hasn't. The differences between their spheres. It's a lot for someone who's still rather drunk.]

Ah. They did warn us during the Dimming that magic would not be the same as it was usually. [He relaxes a little. At least it hadn't frightened anyone else, either. He knew what that kind of scare could lead to. Angry mobs. Pitchforks. Perhaps it's different in Nott than it was in Cadens, though.]

I'm glad it worked out, at any rate. [He rubs his fingers together. Gods, he really wants to see. To be honest.] Something similar happened when I found out I could control plants. I was... I was taking a bath, and I had a -- a stressful thought, you might say, and the entire tub sort of. Exploded into flowers.

[It was a little embarrassing, but when he thinks of it now, it does bring a smile to his face.] Saying it, it's nothing like turning into a bloody wolf, is it?

Yeah, my Thornean magic was really weak, not that I'm all that strong at this point anyway. But magic was affected.

[Spontaneously developing new powers doesn't seem in line with the rest of the Dimming, but what does she know? Maybe it does have something to do with all of that, or something else entirely. Hell, maybe she's been able to do it since she came here but that was the only time it kicked in.

She listens to Jaskier describe his own experience with unknown magic, picturing what he describes, and chuckles a little. It's fascinating, all the different abilities they're developing. It must be caused by the Singularity, but...everything she's heard so far has been something unique to the individual. What determined what ability was given?

Something to think about later, with a clearer mind.]

I don't know, I think I'd like to be able to magically fill my bath with flowers. And who knows what else you could do with plants? No, it's not turning into an animal or anything, but...I think it's neat. And you never have to buy anyone flowers ever again. I get to start worrying about fleas.

[At least Jaskier's mood does seem to be lifting a little. She looks at him, considering. She knows he's a curious man. And that he needs a distraction as badly as she does.]

You want to see me do it, don't you?

[His laugh makes his smile go a bit wider. It's a lovely sound, reminding him easily of more fun, warmer times. Times with much less clothing, even, and her hands gliding across his skin, kissing his neck. Oh, it had truly been lovely.

And she'd come here for it again, only to find him... moping. And talking of flowers.]

So far it's been growing herbs and selling them. And I made a cactus for a friend to live in. He, er, also turns into a wolf. Funny enough, that's something he always could do. Also not a werewolf.

[He still insists it's a bit of a pedantic argument, but. Gods, explaining Alucard sounds really odd out loud. There really is no explaining him. Was he supposed to keep that secret, anyway? Well, he won't mention his name.

Jaskier takes a drink, snorts, and then sputters a moment. He wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve.]

Oh, gods, please. I want to. Terribly.

[It's. It's a miraculous magic, all right, and whether he has Alucard as a friend who can do something similar, it isn't the same. He wants to see all of it. This, among few things, is something that can truly spark his energy. Besides, Nadine is nothing like Alucard, and, er, mostly human, so he cannot imagine it happens the same way.] Is that all right? Only the once?

[Nadine almost asks, because 'I made a cactus house for my shapeshifting friend' sure is a thing Jaskier just said. But she'll revisit that at a later point. Despite her originally coming here with a mind for distraction, she's ended up trying to cheer him up instead. Which is, she has to admit, a distraction of sorts.

And he seems really excited about the wolf thing. That's the most alive he's seemed since she walked into this strange tavern. Well...it's the Horizon. It's different here. It isn't as though she could get stuck that way. Hell, maybe it's the safest way to practice.]

Alright. For you.

[She does hate to see him so sad and deflated. She can do this for him. Slipping off the bar, she stands a couple of feet in front of him.]

You're lucky I like you as much as I do.

[Which is something else she'll come back to later, on her own. Arguably she hardly knows him, despite having slept with him twice. But it doesn't feel that way, not really. Taking a deep breath, she takes off her jacket and kicks off her boots, before moving on to her sweater.]

It's all going to end up off anyway, it's just...easier this way.

[He only serves to brighten up further. He forgets his drink, placing it down and pushing it behind him as he scoots up to the edge of the bar, all but perching upon it.]

I am quite lucky. I would have told you that whether you agreed or not.

[He was very lucky indeed. Lucky that Julie had found him a suitable recommendation. Lucky that Nadine did like him, as was evident from their multiple trysts. Her trusting him in the most intimate of positions. He liked her easily, despite her warnings. Effortlessly.

The domain shifts a table closer to her for her clothes, folding the jacket up neatly once she places it down.]

Right. You said something about them ripping? [He closes his eyes, sitting back on his hands. Her sleeping with him may not make being undressed under scrutiny any easier.] Worry not. I still respect your modesty.

[Nadine pauses after pulling off her sweater and setting it on the helpful table, cocking her head at Jaskier. He...actually has his eyes closed.]

Jaskier, you've been inside of me more than once. There is no modesty between us at this point.

[There never really had been, honestly. But there's no mystery under her clothes, he's well familiar with the sight. Still. It's a rather sweet gesture, all the same. Just silly and pointless. With a little shake of her head, she continues undressing. It's all very practical and without any intention to entice, she just needs to get used to preparing to transform. Otherwise she's going to ruin what few clothes she has in the real world.

When she's finished, it's her turn to close her eyes. She tries to remember what it felt like, when it happened over the Dimming. It's not necessary, she's sure, this is the Horizon. But it's best to treat it as the real world, if it's going to count for practice.]

Okay...here we go.

[It comes back to her, the odd sensation right beforehand. Like something in the back of her brain squeezing a little. Then there's a disorienting sensation, and her form and figure blur in an unpleasant manner. A sort of darkness smudges around her as she changes, limbs twisting, bones reforming. A spell of nausea passes over her before she's viewing the world from a much lower angle once more.]

[He sputters, a flush creeping over his cheeks.] Ah, don't put it that way! It makes me sound uncouth. [That's mostly a joke.] Just because we've been to bed together needn't mean you lose your right to modesty.

[Though, if she doesn't mind. He peeks out between a few fingers, then clears his throat and lowers his hands.

He was only being polite.

Okay. He watches. It isn't about nudity or the appeal of her body (which it still is, of course), but the waiting. The anticipation. Is it all at once, like Alucard? A slow transformation like a werewolf? (Yes, he gets it. She isn't one.)

It's a bit of both. He's not sure what he's looking at, for a moment, as her whole body sort of... blurs. It's uncomfortable to watch, honestly, but it's far from the strangest thing he's seen in his life.

He hops from the counter to his feet, stepping in front of... yes. A white wolf.

Shit. He forgot how big wolves really can get.]

You weren't kidding. [He sweeps a hand through his hair.] Not that I thought you were, of course, but -- look at you. You're beautiful. And. And a little terrifying, if I'm to be honest, but that's only because one time I was nearly eaten by wolves. Well. Wargs. They're sort of the same.

[That's not important. He lowers down to be on the same level as her, taking in all of that. Wolfishness. The big teeth. Not, of course, that he expects her to come all this way then, er, eat him.] You still feel all right? It looks rather... rough.

[It takes a few moments to orient herself. The last time, she hadn't had a chance to do much of anything, even sort out her four legged body. Now there's time.

She can only bob her head in a nod to Jaskier's question. Nadine supposes there's nothing stopping her from giving herself the ability of speech in the Horizon, but she won't have it in the real world. This form doesn't have the right vocal cords or mouth shape.

Her footing is unsteady and that's obvious as she tentatively tries to take a step, slender furry legs wobbling and threatening to slide out at all angles. Never mind that for now. She sits, instead, the strange new motions and shifting of muscles and limbs alien and strange. But it doesn't hurt. It just feels horribly wrong and quite right at the same time. She glances over her shoulder at her tail, experimentally trying to move it. It awkwardly thumps up and down and again she decides to not try that right now.

At least this is surely cutting down the intimidation factor wolves naturally carry with them. She may be a predatory animal, but obviously not a very good one yet. She looks back to Jaskier, head tipped to the side, wondering idly what sort of range of facial movements wolves have...]

[At least there's no scared thump in his heart this time. She is intimidating, even if she's the wolf equivalent of a newborn deer on spindly, shaky legs. Nothing like Alucard, then. Not the transformation, and not the way she moves. The difference in one who could do it for a lifetime to a woman who's only just been granted the power.

Though "granted" may be too complimentary, given her unease about it.]

I'm sure there's a bit of a learning curve.

[But at least she isn't in pain. He can't help himself; he reaches out to brush his fingers in the fur under her head. Look. Wolves are adorable, as far as animals that can kill him quite easily go. Wolves and bears.] You know, it doesn't seem so bad now I think of it. Letting go of being human every now and then.

[The Horizon offers every possibility. But this is one he has yet to touch.] And if anyone ever gives you lip again, you can bite their hands off.

[That's mostly a joke.]

[Without thinking, Nadine tries to laugh. It comes out a strange, canine chuffing sound instead. It startles her, eyes going wide. She did that. She made that noise.

This is so strange. Learning curve indeed. She tries to think about how dogs move, and she can't quite seem to recall. It's not like she's ever spent much time just watching dogs move.

Also, this lack of speech is too much of a pain in the ass. She'll get used to that part later. A moment of thought and she thinks she has it sorted out.]

Okay, I can't do the not talking thing.

[And that's odd, too, because despite her mouth opening and closing, she's not exactly talking. But the words are coming out clear and she's in no mood to try and figure out the mechanics of Horizon shapeshifting.]

This is just...practice, and I don't feel like playing Clever Hans the Wonder Horse right now.

[She'll just do the talking animal thing, like something out of a children's movie. But Jaskier has a point. This ability is one that can be utilized for protection. Clearly, considering the circumstances of the first time she changed. Not that she's mastered it yet, but she'll figure it out. It's just like anything else.

And it doesn't seem quite so scary, this time.]

...the petting was nice, by the way.

[He startles. A little. Not her fault; with Alucard, he simply doesn't expect talking animals anymore.]

Oh. That's new.

[No, she isn't really talking. But her jaws open (flashing sharp teeth) and he hears her voice as he knows it, intimately in some ways. Not like it's in his head, like a mage's, but simply as if it is crafting itself in the air. It feels much more natural that way, somehow.

And really. A wolf who can speak is far from one of the strangest things he's encountered. She looks far better than the hedgehog knight, for one. If one must be cursed to be an animal at all.

He smiles.] Ah. Liked that, did you? Should I give you a belly rub? [Is he... slowly slipping towards a baby voice? No. Absolutely not. His weakness is not soft, adorable animals, thank you. But he does pet over her chest again, stroking thick fur.

Abruptly, it makes him miss the wolf he'd once had here. In the Horizon. When he'd traveled alone, but... never been alone, really.] You feel just like him. The first time I came here, when I couldn't recall anything, there was a white wolf with me. For protection, I suppose. I've always been a bit fond of them, now I think of it.

[In no uncertain terms, white wolves have been a large part of his life. And apparently the pattern continues.]

Yeah, that'd tip this all over into too weird.

[Nadine shakes her head, marveling at how different it feels. The way her muscles move, the little bit of breeze on her ears from the motion. Nothing is where it ought to be, and it's going to take a while to get used to that.

Even the way Jaskier's hand moves through her fur. Even having fur!]

Really? It's funny, what our minds come up with when they're left on their own. Obviously there's some meaning for you there.

[It makes a sort of sense. Wolves have all kinds of connotations, and among them are mystic and protective ones. And obviously there are more direct comparisons, for Jaskier. Yeah. It makes sense. Strange, how things work out.

He does seem in a much better mood, though. That's something.]

Are there a lot of folk stories and fairy tales about wolves, where you come from? There's a whole bunch in mine.

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