[ Rhy teases, but there might be a little bit of something else in there, fishing for praise. He receives it, and more interest too, and beams.
In the Horizon, it's easy. Though he wonders if he should tell Jaskier he really did make that by hand-- or if that would be kind of silly to say on top of everything else. He can tell; that's what Jaskier said. Rhy decides not to push the point. ]
I can show you some that I remember. You can keep them if you want.
[ Rhy concentrates, and with a twist of his hand puts his palm flat out, and upon it appears a crude little horse. ]
I was so proud of this little fellow.
[ He laughs, handing it over. ]
Kept him on a shelf in my room. I must have been--
[ A beat, a moment of hesitation. Something remembered, and pushed away. ]
Twelve, when I made it.
[ Thirteen, when he'd been kidnapped. A story for another day. Perhaps. ]
no subject
[ Rhy teases, but there might be a little bit of something else in there, fishing for praise. He receives it, and more interest too, and beams.
In the Horizon, it's easy. Though he wonders if he should tell Jaskier he really did make that by hand-- or if that would be kind of silly to say on top of everything else. He can tell; that's what Jaskier said. Rhy decides not to push the point. ]
I can show you some that I remember. You can keep them if you want.
[ Rhy concentrates, and with a twist of his hand puts his palm flat out, and upon it appears a crude little horse. ]
I was so proud of this little fellow.
[ He laughs, handing it over. ]
Kept him on a shelf in my room. I must have been--
[ A beat, a moment of hesitation. Something remembered, and pushed away. ]
Twelve, when I made it.
[ Thirteen, when he'd been kidnapped. A story for another day. Perhaps. ]
Much better than my first attempt...
[ Another carving appears. Of questionable shape. ]