Er -- that's not important. It -- look, you know I find inspiration everywhere. I was beginning to work on one, you know, before. Back on our sphere. But I didn't know you. I hadn't enough to go off to finish it.
[The Lion Cub of Cintra wasn't his best, and though he'd written of the banquet, of Pavetta and Duny, of the day that Destiny decided Ciri and Geralt were bound, he... it had not felt right that he should finish it, when he could not guess its ending. Back then, Geralt had still pretended the child wasn't his. He still denied his destiny.
It had never felt right.
Now he has had his long, joyous, tumultuous months getting to know her. Understanding the person she is destined to be. Although she is hardheaded and fiery and dangerous, she's also someone that he is utterly glad to have met.
Jaskier has, to himself, even wondered if he was destined to meet her, too. He likes to think so.
He props his head on a hand, still watching her back, smiling in amusement. Ah, his questions being ignored is a frequent occurrence. Lucky he's so used to it.] Do you want to hear some of it? The melody of the ashen-haired warrior? I have a tentative title: The Conflagaration of the Princess Tempers The Blade Of The Heroine. A bit too long to roll off the tongue, though.
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Er -- that's not important. It -- look, you know I find inspiration everywhere. I was beginning to work on one, you know, before. Back on our sphere. But I didn't know you. I hadn't enough to go off to finish it.
[The Lion Cub of Cintra wasn't his best, and though he'd written of the banquet, of Pavetta and Duny, of the day that Destiny decided Ciri and Geralt were bound, he... it had not felt right that he should finish it, when he could not guess its ending. Back then, Geralt had still pretended the child wasn't his. He still denied his destiny.
It had never felt right.
Now he has had his long, joyous, tumultuous months getting to know her. Understanding the person she is destined to be. Although she is hardheaded and fiery and dangerous, she's also someone that he is utterly glad to have met.
Jaskier has, to himself, even wondered if he was destined to meet her, too. He likes to think so.
He props his head on a hand, still watching her back, smiling in amusement. Ah, his questions being ignored is a frequent occurrence. Lucky he's so used to it.] Do you want to hear some of it? The melody of the ashen-haired warrior? I have a tentative title: The Conflagaration of the Princess Tempers The Blade Of The Heroine. A bit too long to roll off the tongue, though.