What, like wind? Storms? Oh, tornados, even! Perhaps the song needs a bit of a storm. Love can be a storm.
[Sweeping away anyone who steps too close to it. Destroying them, or thrusting them in the air. Gods, he wishes Cadens had more storms. The air is so dry. There was nothing worse than being stuck through the middle of a thunderstorm in the middle of the forest, but... the clouds would break, and the skies after were the loveliest.
Jaskier gives him a once-over, noting with some amusement that the scar across his eye reminds him of Ciri. Who's probably having a hoot at this bloody summit.
He laughs.] So, too, do those we love. I've really nailed the metaphor here. And what's brought you here, my sand-hating fellow? Thirsty for a sight of green?
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[Sweeping away anyone who steps too close to it. Destroying them, or thrusting them in the air. Gods, he wishes Cadens had more storms. The air is so dry. There was nothing worse than being stuck through the middle of a thunderstorm in the middle of the forest, but... the clouds would break, and the skies after were the loveliest.
Jaskier gives him a once-over, noting with some amusement that the scar across his eye reminds him of Ciri. Who's probably having a hoot at this bloody summit.
He laughs.] So, too, do those we love. I've really nailed the metaphor here. And what's brought you here, my sand-hating fellow? Thirsty for a sight of green?