[ As the top of the staircase, Geralt hears his friend: not the strum of a lute or the scratching of quill on parchment, but the sound of thick string threading through leather.
He steps inside. Jaskier greets him with a warm smile and he finds himself returning it. He runs his fingers over the wall. A piece of home. Hm. He likes it. It feels...he can't explain it. Calm, but sturdy. As though it can weather any storm. His heart is not lighter, exactly. More that the weight of it, he feels as though he can carry it with a little more ease. It's subtle enough he almost doesn't notice. ]
It suits you. [ He means it. ] Show me around.
[ He's here to visit; he may as well see what Jaskier created. He can tell the bard is pleased with it. Besides, it takes his mind off his own domain—still home, but with all of the complicated memories it always holds. He supposes he doesn't know what it is to have a home that has no painful history.
Where Jaskier leads, Geralt falls into step beside him. He examines everything with genuine interest, even if he offers little commentary. And of course he can see Moglad in the distance, sword in hand. A steel blade now: blunted at the edges, but an upgrade from his wooden one. Geralt gave him a new sword a week or so ago. Felt it was time. ]
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He steps inside. Jaskier greets him with a warm smile and he finds himself returning it. He runs his fingers over the wall. A piece of home. Hm. He likes it. It feels...he can't explain it. Calm, but sturdy. As though it can weather any storm. His heart is not lighter, exactly. More that the weight of it, he feels as though he can carry it with a little more ease. It's subtle enough he almost doesn't notice. ]
It suits you. [ He means it. ] Show me around.
[ He's here to visit; he may as well see what Jaskier created. He can tell the bard is pleased with it. Besides, it takes his mind off his own domain—still home, but with all of the complicated memories it always holds. He supposes he doesn't know what it is to have a home that has no painful history.
Where Jaskier leads, Geralt falls into step beside him. He examines everything with genuine interest, even if he offers little commentary. And of course he can see Moglad in the distance, sword in hand. A steel blade now: blunted at the edges, but an upgrade from his wooden one. Geralt gave him a new sword a week or so ago. Felt it was time. ]