[ He's perfectly nice to the damn animal. He's built it a bed.
There's a grunt when the gryphon curls on his pillow, just above his head. Geralt quirks an eyebrow, though he makes no comment as Jaskier begins to sing. Hardly the first time he's been serenaded with one of Jaskier's drafted compositions. He's heard every iteration of a song, lyrics and melody evolving as the bard works.
Poetic. Of course Jaskier would make the werewolves the subject of his next song. A natural sort of romance to them. ]
Had a feeling you were working on something. [ He can always tell when Jaskier's been especially inspired. As promised, he offers no commentary on the song itself.
Geralt lifts onto an elbow, watching Jaskier for a moment. The notes fade into the air. He turns over what's been on his mind—something he's meant to tell Jaskier. ]
Do you remember the cellar you found beneath Kaer Morhen? From last winter?
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There's a grunt when the gryphon curls on his pillow, just above his head. Geralt quirks an eyebrow, though he makes no comment as Jaskier begins to sing. Hardly the first time he's been serenaded with one of Jaskier's drafted compositions. He's heard every iteration of a song, lyrics and melody evolving as the bard works.
Poetic. Of course Jaskier would make the werewolves the subject of his next song. A natural sort of romance to them. ]
Had a feeling you were working on something. [ He can always tell when Jaskier's been especially inspired. As promised, he offers no commentary on the song itself.
Geralt lifts onto an elbow, watching Jaskier for a moment. The notes fade into the air. He turns over what's been on his mind—something he's meant to tell Jaskier. ]
Do you remember the cellar you found beneath Kaer Morhen? From last winter?