[Some of them are human! And he has a right amount of energy, thank you, where it comes to what's important. Show him a man off the street who can perform for three hours straight without losing a hint of energy.
Jaskier pushes off a tree and follows, only not running anymore because Geralt isn't. If something's happened to Mog, he trusts his friend would not be so calm.
And it's for good reason. The scene in front of them is fucking stupid.]
Mog! What on earth are you doing, you baffoon? You're not chewing through that! [He's about to step out and scoop the chirping gryphon up when he pauses.] A thrashing? A thrashing what?
[As if in answer, there's a trumpet of a sound in the distance. The curled up beast that has avoided being Mog's breakfast appears to pause as if listening.
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[Some of them are human! And he has a right amount of energy, thank you, where it comes to what's important. Show him a man off the street who can perform for three hours straight without losing a hint of energy.
Jaskier pushes off a tree and follows, only not running anymore because Geralt isn't. If something's happened to Mog, he trusts his friend would not be so calm.
And it's for good reason. The scene in front of them is fucking stupid.]
Mog! What on earth are you doing, you baffoon? You're not chewing through that! [He's about to step out and scoop the chirping gryphon up when he pauses.] A thrashing? A thrashing what?
[As if in answer, there's a trumpet of a sound in the distance. The curled up beast that has avoided being Mog's breakfast appears to pause as if listening.
Ah. Ah. This is. This is the baby, isn't it?]