[Normally Jaskier would apologize for the perceived sleight, but Rhy seems to understand he did not mean it negatively. Jaskier himself has spent nights with those who are inhuman and enjoyed himself thoroughly. He has nothing against them.
Only the ones who have tried to eat him. A rare occurrence nowadays.
Jaskier pulls up a stool to sit beside Rhy, watching him begin to work. The smell of fresh wood, not only of Bleobheris itself but the carvings, has always been somewhat relaxing to the bard.
It reminds him of the forests they used to travel through so often. That he has not seen for years now.
As he listens, he nods. Though this Antari sounds only like a particularly skilled sorceress from his Continent (a certain one comes to mind, regardless of her temporary magic loss), he says nothing. Blood magic sounds rather ominous, and it's not something he thinks sorcerers dabble in. Not the sort of sorcerer that one wants to dabble with.
At last, Jaskier gives a little snort.] Funny how eyes seem to be the tell. They're the same in Geralt's case. What marks him as different. [He plucks up a curl of fallen wood, pulling it apart with his fingers.] As you said. Difficult to hide.
[Though he almost wonders if people would know anyway. Witcher, Antari. People always find what makes others different.] You know, with you so closely connected, I would almost expect you to share the eye. It would be poetic! [He pauses.] To be fair, I don't understand how it all works.
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Only the ones who have tried to eat him. A rare occurrence nowadays.
Jaskier pulls up a stool to sit beside Rhy, watching him begin to work. The smell of fresh wood, not only of Bleobheris itself but the carvings, has always been somewhat relaxing to the bard.
It reminds him of the forests they used to travel through so often. That he has not seen for years now.
As he listens, he nods. Though this Antari sounds only like a particularly skilled sorceress from his Continent (a certain one comes to mind, regardless of her temporary magic loss), he says nothing. Blood magic sounds rather ominous, and it's not something he thinks sorcerers dabble in. Not the sort of sorcerer that one wants to dabble with.
At last, Jaskier gives a little snort.] Funny how eyes seem to be the tell. They're the same in Geralt's case. What marks him as different. [He plucks up a curl of fallen wood, pulling it apart with his fingers.] As you said. Difficult to hide.
[Though he almost wonders if people would know anyway. Witcher, Antari. People always find what makes others different.] You know, with you so closely connected, I would almost expect you to share the eye. It would be poetic! [He pauses.] To be fair, I don't understand how it all works.