[It is the only outward acceptance he'll give of the change in him. One that Geralt helped prompt -- whether he wishes to acknowledge it was through Moglad or some other means. Jaskier gives a pat to Geralt's arm, wiping his hands on his trousers; his dress is far less decorated here, crafted for comfort though it's still dyed in a rich, dark velvet red with embroidered birds across the shoulders.
He gives him the tour, and though the stairs seem to go upwards for ages, the domain does not allow them to get tired (unlike some stairs.) He shows him bedrooms, the greenhouses full of bright sunflowers and tangling potato and cucumber vines. There's the hives where the jewelwisp bees craft their own slightly purple-tinted honey. Lower down is a workshop with a furnace inside, though the fire within is trapped behind iron grating that does not even get hot to the touch.]
Just a little extra room I added if you needed something to keep your hands busy. As you well know, idle hands only bring trouble. [He flourishes past him, showing off the shelves of tools for picking at armor, tanning, sewing and cutting. Through the windows, one can see fluttering wisps go by, and Moglad practicing once again.]
If we go all the way down, there's a wine cellar. Fancy a glass?
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[It is the only outward acceptance he'll give of the change in him. One that Geralt helped prompt -- whether he wishes to acknowledge it was through Moglad or some other means. Jaskier gives a pat to Geralt's arm, wiping his hands on his trousers; his dress is far less decorated here, crafted for comfort though it's still dyed in a rich, dark velvet red with embroidered birds across the shoulders.
He gives him the tour, and though the stairs seem to go upwards for ages, the domain does not allow them to get tired (unlike some stairs.) He shows him bedrooms, the greenhouses full of bright sunflowers and tangling potato and cucumber vines. There's the hives where the jewelwisp bees craft their own slightly purple-tinted honey. Lower down is a workshop with a furnace inside, though the fire within is trapped behind iron grating that does not even get hot to the touch.]
Just a little extra room I added if you needed something to keep your hands busy. As you well know, idle hands only bring trouble. [He flourishes past him, showing off the shelves of tools for picking at armor, tanning, sewing and cutting. Through the windows, one can see fluttering wisps go by, and Moglad practicing once again.]
If we go all the way down, there's a wine cellar. Fancy a glass?