[If Jaskier is honest with himself, speaking with Alucard and Geralt before this meeting hasn't truly assuaged his nerves. Annoying enough having them, he thinks, when he has met with all sorts of people from all walks of life throughout his travels. What is one werewolf when he is the beloved Bard of the Continent? When his name already rings through several cities here, as well? (And Thorne, he likes to think -- if they have not forgotten him yet. Which would be terribly short-sighted on the Queen's part, wretched woman that she is.)
Despite all of that, why is it that a letter, promising trouble and trial and tribulation, that gives him some sort of twisted satisfaction, of calm? Because when Jaskier thinks of it, the feeling of, ah, yes, another opportunity for Destiny to show her ass, and to fuck myself and my company is simply his life remaining consistent.
There's some calm to be found in that. What is a meeting between powers without danger in the mix?
Trust your friends will do their utmost to protect you.
And so that remains consistent, too.
Jaskier arrives after a rather, frankly, over-elaborate combination of carriages and portals with nary a feather or tuft of fur of his overly elaborate outfit out of place (because he spent most of the carriage ride smoothing them out.) His head is held as high as Yennefer's; his smile comes as easily and genuinely as Himeka's. Those simple, important traits he has plucked from their ride to the meetings.
The neck of his lute sticks out from beyond his shoulder, strapped to his back, shifting as he gives a polite bow with his arm across his chest. He hardly needs to meet more than the shoes of his new company to announce:] Truly it is an honor to meet you --
luna.
Despite all of that, why is it that a letter, promising trouble and trial and tribulation, that gives him some sort of twisted satisfaction, of calm? Because when Jaskier thinks of it, the feeling of, ah, yes, another opportunity for Destiny to show her ass, and to fuck myself and my company is simply his life remaining consistent.
There's some calm to be found in that. What is a meeting between powers without danger in the mix?
Trust your friends will do their utmost to protect you.
And so that remains consistent, too.
Jaskier arrives after a rather, frankly, over-elaborate combination of carriages and portals with nary a feather or tuft of fur of his overly elaborate outfit out of place (because he spent most of the carriage ride smoothing them out.) His head is held as high as Yennefer's; his smile comes as easily and genuinely as Himeka's. Those simple, important traits he has plucked from their ride to the meetings.
The neck of his lute sticks out from beyond his shoulder, strapped to his back, shifting as he gives a polite bow with his arm across his chest. He hardly needs to meet more than the shoes of his new company to announce:] Truly it is an honor to meet you --