[Jaskier's eyes flash up to Sten's, surprise crossing his features. From Solvunn? So they must have either left on their own, or -- or more likely, if the elves have taught Jaskier anything, through force. But Sten does not mention the circumstances, and Jaskier does not ask for the moment.
It is enough their desire align. Align perfectly, actually.]
I am decidedly thrilled to hear you say as such. As a bard, the preservation of the past and the applications of its lessons have always been very important to me and... I feel we can both reach a very satisfying conclusion to our desires. Together.
[Jaskier lets the words -- or the double entendre, if they're taken that way -- linger, thrilled for the ale -- to whet his throat, and perhaps steel his nerves further. Jaskier takes a gentle whiff before he tips a bit back, caught by surprise by the taste but not put off by it.]
As for my magic, I... I'm afraid I'm not quite sure. I have been practicing avian magic for my time here, so I believe it is some sort of... natural progression? I'm far from a mage. But, I can assure you, I was neither graceful nor elegant myself the first time. I remember squawking, and losing a handful of feathers. I had a friend who had to calm me down. [He smiles, rueful, remembering Alucard cupping his tiny, tiny body. How he must have weighed nothing at all.] And the second time, I fell off a table. Truthfully, I have only attempted a handful of time, as I find the process rather... er, shocking.
[In true Jaskier fashion, it is far too easy to settle on speaking about himself, but that isn't why he's here. Entirely.] And yours? How was your first time? I imagine it was some time ago.
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It is enough their desire align. Align perfectly, actually.]
I am decidedly thrilled to hear you say as such. As a bard, the preservation of the past and the applications of its lessons have always been very important to me and... I feel we can both reach a very satisfying conclusion to our desires. Together.
[Jaskier lets the words -- or the double entendre, if they're taken that way -- linger, thrilled for the ale -- to whet his throat, and perhaps steel his nerves further. Jaskier takes a gentle whiff before he tips a bit back, caught by surprise by the taste but not put off by it.]
As for my magic, I... I'm afraid I'm not quite sure. I have been practicing avian magic for my time here, so I believe it is some sort of... natural progression? I'm far from a mage. But, I can assure you, I was neither graceful nor elegant myself the first time. I remember squawking, and losing a handful of feathers. I had a friend who had to calm me down. [He smiles, rueful, remembering Alucard cupping his tiny, tiny body. How he must have weighed nothing at all.] And the second time, I fell off a table. Truthfully, I have only attempted a handful of time, as I find the process rather... er, shocking.
[In true Jaskier fashion, it is far too easy to settle on speaking about himself, but that isn't why he's here. Entirely.] And yours? How was your first time? I imagine it was some time ago.