While Jaskier's domain does not always contain him in it, it is always occupied. Dragonlets occasionally show up, with large eyes and shining scales, clearly based on the ones he met in Himeka's domain. The vineyard grapes are always growing, but sometimes they shift on their own, reaching across the ground or altering the shape of their trellises.
Jaskier's horses graze the grasses around the vineyard, a pair that never appear to separate. The nuzzle between their mouthfuls of grasses, swinging braided tails and tossing manes tangled with flowers.
And overseeing all of the vineyards, despite their nebulous nature, is a small, furry white creature with leathery wings and a determined expression, a jaunty hat tilted perfectly on his head. Between musical lessons from his mentor, Moglad's single job is to keep the domain safe -- though Jaskier never really expects anyone to seek him out to destroy it.
So it is most unfortunate for Estinien that Moglad takes his job quite seriously, and immediately flies up to meet the form that approaches the vineyards from above, even though his pom shivers a bit in fear.
Until he recognizes that face, as Jaskier would recognize it.
"Sir Estinien! What are you doing here, kupo? Have you come to visit Master Jaskier? Oh, he'll be quite happy to see you, I imagine!" The moogle swirls around him, his wings fluttering happily. Of course his apprentice appreciates the same company Jaskier does.
And he has the same mouth, running off with itself.
"He was wondering how you were doing with the Lady Himeka, kupo! He told me they were engaged! Can you imagine? What a pair!"
Also unfortunately for Estinien, Jaskier takes to frequent nightly trips to the Horizon, mostly to write somewhere he can think outloud to himself. Tonight, though, he senses an ill chill in the wind, and ducks out from inside a shade with clothing that is far less colorful than his usual, stained with grape juice all along the legs. His nose itches, a sure sign he is being talked about. "Moglad! Who on earth are you gossiping to --"
He looks up, spying dragon wings immediately. And who else could it be besides his elven friend? "Estinien, hello! What are you doing up there? Planning on making off with some grapes?"
Clearly his grapes are just that good, if Himeka's constant stealing of them is any indication.
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Jaskier's horses graze the grasses around the vineyard, a pair that never appear to separate. The nuzzle between their mouthfuls of grasses, swinging braided tails and tossing manes tangled with flowers.
And overseeing all of the vineyards, despite their nebulous nature, is a small, furry white creature with leathery wings and a determined expression, a jaunty hat tilted perfectly on his head. Between musical lessons from his mentor, Moglad's single job is to keep the domain safe -- though Jaskier never really expects anyone to seek him out to destroy it.
So it is most unfortunate for Estinien that Moglad takes his job quite seriously, and immediately flies up to meet the form that approaches the vineyards from above, even though his pom shivers a bit in fear.
Until he recognizes that face, as Jaskier would recognize it.
"Sir Estinien! What are you doing here, kupo? Have you come to visit Master Jaskier? Oh, he'll be quite happy to see you, I imagine!" The moogle swirls around him, his wings fluttering happily. Of course his apprentice appreciates the same company Jaskier does.
And he has the same mouth, running off with itself.
"He was wondering how you were doing with the Lady Himeka, kupo! He told me they were engaged! Can you imagine? What a pair!"
Also unfortunately for Estinien, Jaskier takes to frequent nightly trips to the Horizon, mostly to write somewhere he can think outloud to himself. Tonight, though, he senses an ill chill in the wind, and ducks out from inside a shade with clothing that is far less colorful than his usual, stained with grape juice all along the legs. His nose itches, a sure sign he is being talked about. "Moglad! Who on earth are you gossiping to --"
He looks up, spying dragon wings immediately. And who else could it be besides his elven friend? "Estinien, hello! What are you doing up there? Planning on making off with some grapes?"
Clearly his grapes are just that good, if Himeka's constant stealing of them is any indication.