"To think I considered you to be an animal virtuoso," he replies when he manages to calm down his laughter a little. "It seems it's not only cats that escape your expertise."
And alright, this may not be the Geralt that broke his heart, but as a poet and a petty little shit, Jaskier can't feel savoring the irony of a peacock biting the witcher's hand that feeds him. A reversal of what happened at home, so to speak.
Jaskier favors peacocks as much as Dandelion does, another thing in common. Many a time he's been called a peacock and every time Jaskier considers a compliment - who can be mad at such beautiful creatures? The Countess de Stael used to have them in her estate as well, Jaskier loved composing under a tree near the flock. They liked it when he sang for them, too.
Hmm.
Geralt retreats and Jaskier does the exact opposite: he approaches the birds with an idea in his mind. He hasn't sung about the White Wolf since he came down the mountain, but considering he's in the middle of teasing the hell out of Geralt... well. He can't help it.
"♪ When a humble bard graced a ride along with Geralt of Rivia, along came this song. ♪" The peacocks raise their heads and stare as Jaskier comes close enough to let them make the final choice to approach him or not. "♪ From when the White Wolf fought a silver-tongued devil, his army of elves at his hooves did they revel. ♪"
The peacocks finally realize this is another "breed" of Dandelion and quickly approach the bard, moving in circles around him as they squawk along to the song. Delighted as he can be by this turn of events, Jaskier laughs brightly as he lets his fingertips brush their colorful tails.
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And alright, this may not be the Geralt that broke his heart, but as a poet and a petty little shit, Jaskier can't feel savoring the irony of a peacock biting the witcher's hand that feeds him. A reversal of what happened at home, so to speak.
Jaskier favors peacocks as much as Dandelion does, another thing in common. Many a time he's been called a peacock and every time Jaskier considers a compliment - who can be mad at such beautiful creatures? The Countess de Stael used to have them in her estate as well, Jaskier loved composing under a tree near the flock. They liked it when he sang for them, too.
Hmm.
Geralt retreats and Jaskier does the exact opposite: he approaches the birds with an idea in his mind. He hasn't sung about the White Wolf since he came down the mountain, but considering he's in the middle of teasing the hell out of Geralt... well. He can't help it.
"♪ When a humble bard graced a ride along with Geralt of Rivia, along came this song. ♪" The peacocks raise their heads and stare as Jaskier comes close enough to let them make the final choice to approach him or not. "♪ From when the White Wolf fought a silver-tongued devil, his army of elves at his hooves did they revel. ♪"
The peacocks finally realize this is another "breed" of Dandelion and quickly approach the bard, moving in circles around him as they squawk along to the song. Delighted as he can be by this turn of events, Jaskier laughs brightly as he lets his fingertips brush their colorful tails.
"See~? They're sweethearts."