[Mog pokes his head out of Jaskier's bag, attempting to wriggle a paw out to snatch at a hanging chain as Jaskier moves on. The bard clicks his tongue and, slowly, the paw disappears back into the bag.]
Oh? Ah! A nameday gift? For Ciri? Oh, I didn't know! And of course she didn't mention it. And neither did you, I note, until this moment.
[He had. A medallion. Not from here, but from a craftsman in Cadens who must have moved on. Still, Jaskier had long noticed how Geralt kept it, attached to his sword, once he had gained his original. A sweet gesture they've never really spoken of.
He pauses. The sentiment behind Geralt's words are practically soft as downy feathers, leaving Jaskier quieter.] I can't think of anything she'd love better. As long as it makes you think of her, I know she'll appreciate it.
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[Mog pokes his head out of Jaskier's bag, attempting to wriggle a paw out to snatch at a hanging chain as Jaskier moves on. The bard clicks his tongue and, slowly, the paw disappears back into the bag.]
Oh? Ah! A nameday gift? For Ciri? Oh, I didn't know! And of course she didn't mention it. And neither did you, I note, until this moment.
[He had. A medallion. Not from here, but from a craftsman in Cadens who must have moved on. Still, Jaskier had long noticed how Geralt kept it, attached to his sword, once he had gained his original. A sweet gesture they've never really spoken of.
He pauses. The sentiment behind Geralt's words are practically soft as downy feathers, leaving Jaskier quieter.] I can't think of anything she'd love better. As long as it makes you think of her, I know she'll appreciate it.