[It's rather nice of everyone to dance around the fact, but maybe he really needed to come to terms with this several weeks ago. But it does, at least, explain why he's been very itchy -- and why he keeps waking up with Mog's beak buried in his head in the mornings.
He realizes now Mog has been trying to preen him.
Gods.]
All right. [He puts on his shirt, smoothing out the sleeves, buttoning his little ivory buttons up. Feathers aren't the worst thing he had. He had a tail. Jaskier personally thinks having a tail would be awful (no offense to tail-havers).
The idea, the term souvenir, it makes him laugh.] And here I thought you were just decorating a little. Well... I suppose I can lean into it. I have been the phoenix for quite a while. [He reaches for one of her horns to touch a flower. A real one, yes, but... he'd thought it was mere accessory.] I like to imagine they fit me as well as yours, love.
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He realizes now Mog has been trying to preen him.
Gods.]
All right. [He puts on his shirt, smoothing out the sleeves, buttoning his little ivory buttons up. Feathers aren't the worst thing he had. He had a tail. Jaskier personally thinks having a tail would be awful (no offense to tail-havers).
The idea, the term souvenir, it makes him laugh.] And here I thought you were just decorating a little. Well... I suppose I can lean into it. I have been the phoenix for quite a while. [He reaches for one of her horns to touch a flower. A real one, yes, but... he'd thought it was mere accessory.] I like to imagine they fit me as well as yours, love.