[Honestly, among everything else... he should not be surprised.
But he is. Jaskier kneels next to one of his blackberry bushes, or rather, what remains of it. Broken branches jutting out at odd angles, the berries smashed into the soil. Leaves scattered. And as he touches them, he finds signs of rot: the leaves are blackened and coiling in, what berries still cling on touched with mold.
It can't be his magic. Not again. Not like this. When he'd been doing so well. When he'd felt... confident. Using it. Letting it flow through him.
Jaskier's hand closes around the leaves in his hand, crushing them. Because of Solvunn? Again? Could it really be a repeat of last fucking year?]
Simple to recover, but not easy. I don't have the energy for this. Not to regrow all of these from saplings. [He stands, kicking the bush, cursing.] I don't know if I even want to. What if we just destroy this whole bloody place? At least the dead can't return if they're not here in the first place.
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But he is. Jaskier kneels next to one of his blackberry bushes, or rather, what remains of it. Broken branches jutting out at odd angles, the berries smashed into the soil. Leaves scattered. And as he touches them, he finds signs of rot: the leaves are blackened and coiling in, what berries still cling on touched with mold.
It can't be his magic. Not again. Not like this. When he'd been doing so well. When he'd felt... confident. Using it. Letting it flow through him.
Jaskier's hand closes around the leaves in his hand, crushing them. Because of Solvunn? Again? Could it really be a repeat of last fucking year?]
Simple to recover, but not easy. I don't have the energy for this. Not to regrow all of these from saplings. [He stands, kicking the bush, cursing.] I don't know if I even want to. What if we just destroy this whole bloody place? At least the dead can't return if they're not here in the first place.