[Wait, why was that so outrageous? Somehow, between the bipedal animals and the Fae and dreamwalking again, this was the most perplexing thing he had encountered. And as flighty as Jaskier had become lately, at least he could say he didn't really feel... threatened. Not as if she couldn't hurt him -- he imagines those scars prove otherwise -- but that she didn't want to.]
That's -- [He falters.] Utterly perplexing.
[It is a fact that far few people even know of Kaer Morhen's name; Jaskier knows of it, of course, but even he has never been. But Witchers don't -- and Geralt certainly --
He jumps.] What? [Oh, no. What the fuck?] Don't, this isn't a joke. If our times are -- like with the mountain --
[He steps away, muttering to himself. Like how Nilfgaard had invaded Sodden, despite him knowing they had only begun moving towards it. Yet Geralt and Yennefer had been there. And he'd been there, at the Battle of Sodden, in Yennefer's memory, her dream. He frowns.]
Jest all you like, but please, don't belittle me. I told you, this isn't only a dream. [He looks back at her, taking all of her in: the light hair, her scars, the sword. Kaer Morhen.
What the fuck, Geralt?] You're really... her? Princess Cirilla?
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[Wait, why was that so outrageous? Somehow, between the bipedal animals and the Fae and dreamwalking again, this was the most perplexing thing he had encountered. And as flighty as Jaskier had become lately, at least he could say he didn't really feel... threatened. Not as if she couldn't hurt him -- he imagines those scars prove otherwise -- but that she didn't want to.]
That's -- [He falters.] Utterly perplexing.
[It is a fact that far few people even know of Kaer Morhen's name; Jaskier knows of it, of course, but even he has never been. But Witchers don't -- and Geralt certainly --
He jumps.] What? [Oh, no. What the fuck?] Don't, this isn't a joke. If our times are -- like with the mountain --
[He steps away, muttering to himself. Like how Nilfgaard had invaded Sodden, despite him knowing they had only begun moving towards it. Yet Geralt and Yennefer had been there. And he'd been there, at the Battle of Sodden, in Yennefer's memory, her dream. He frowns.]
Jest all you like, but please, don't belittle me. I told you, this isn't only a dream. [He looks back at her, taking all of her in: the light hair, her scars, the sword. Kaer Morhen.
What the fuck, Geralt?] You're really... her? Princess Cirilla?