Wait, what? A test? Nobody told him he would be tested! Jaskier is starting to get more nervous, wondering what is being expected of him. There's a lot he's learned the past twenty years, from cleaning a fish and starting a fire to tending wounds and taking caring of horses, but something tells him this isn't about any of that.
It's Geralt the one asking for his hands though, and that helps ease at least a little bit of the worry - his beloved wouldn't let anything happen to him. He holds out his hands to him with no hesitation, taking this as an excuse to concentrate on his handsome face instead Vesemir's very serious and intimidating one. When the medallion touches his palms, Jaskier expects something -anything- to happen - not because his doubts his human condition, but because he thinks the medallion may have an use he isn't aware of. Some extra magic that only works at Kaer Morhen, perhaps?
But nothing happens.
Jaskier is left blinking for some seconds, more confused than a whore being paid to cook. It's Geralt handing him back his gloves that makes him snap out of it. "That's it?", he asks the witcher as he covers his hands up again and follows him inside.
No complaining, of course, he's grateful for being welcome but... okay, maybe he does want to complain a bit. Because if he's reading this 'test' correctly, then Vesemir wanted to check no monster was entering his keep. Which, in theory, sounds reasonable. In practice, however, it's dumb as hell. Does the old man think Geralt wouldn't have checked already? Doesn't he know Jaskier has traveled with him for years and not touching silver while in a witcher's company is pretty much impossible?
Doesn't he trust his very own student to know how to identify a not-human?
The grunt that escapes Jaskier's lips should make Geralt proud - it's definitely a copy of his usual I hate this shit but I won't say anything because I don't want to have to stab an idiot sound. He's still working on making a fine first impression, so he isn't going to protest so early, no when he's being allowed to stay - it'll seem he's complaining about the test itself, and that's far from the truth.
But hopefully he'll have an opportunity to give Vesemir a piece of his mind later.
For now, he'll put his attention on the keep itself, which is nothing like any castle or estate he's ever been in before. Archaic architecture isn't a subject of art he's an expert in, but there are details about the shapes and layout he may be able to recognize - at least in the areas that are better kept. Jaskier is already dying to explore, to visit every room and learn about Geralt's childhood, but settling in comes first. They arrive to a very warm sitting room, and waiting for them there is- ah.
Jaskier has always thought Cirilla is the living image of Pavetta, and the older the child gets, the more real that statement becomes.
And there's watching Geralt react to her, as well, which is- well. Incredibly sweet for the white wolf's standards, and Jaskier rests a hand against his chest, a cute little awww sounding in his head. He already cares about her, he can tell - it makes Jaskier feel incredibly happy for him, the man deserves to have a family of his own. To be loved in a kinder manner than the rough camaraderie of his fellow witchers - because she obviously cares for him already as well.
Pointing out Geralt is being dumb about his own health? Oh yes, Jaskier adores her already.
His eyes widen when she recognizes him, hopefully the witchers of the keep are ready to start smelling the overwhelming sweet scent of Jaskier's glee.
"It honors this humble bard to be remembered by Your Highness." All the flourish he didn't use on Vesemir, Jaskier performs it for Cirilla, bowing to her before falling on one knee to offer a friendly smile. "I'm glad to see you safe and well, princess. You may call me Jaskier, and now we're both here, away from the shackles of courtly manners, I hope we can become friends. We've brought you some presents, by the way, but I think those may have to wait. You see--" He puts a hand around his mouth then, as if telling a secret, and the other points at Geralt. "Certain wolf of ours hasn't been sleeping at all, as you've correctly deduced, so I think we should work on getting him to a bed first."
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It's Geralt the one asking for his hands though, and that helps ease at least a little bit of the worry - his beloved wouldn't let anything happen to him. He holds out his hands to him with no hesitation, taking this as an excuse to concentrate on his handsome face instead Vesemir's very serious and intimidating one. When the medallion touches his palms, Jaskier expects something -anything- to happen - not because his doubts his human condition, but because he thinks the medallion may have an use he isn't aware of. Some extra magic that only works at Kaer Morhen, perhaps?
But nothing happens.
Jaskier is left blinking for some seconds, more confused than a whore being paid to cook. It's Geralt handing him back his gloves that makes him snap out of it. "That's it?", he asks the witcher as he covers his hands up again and follows him inside.
No complaining, of course, he's grateful for being welcome but... okay, maybe he does want to complain a bit. Because if he's reading this 'test' correctly, then Vesemir wanted to check no monster was entering his keep. Which, in theory, sounds reasonable. In practice, however, it's dumb as hell. Does the old man think Geralt wouldn't have checked already? Doesn't he know Jaskier has traveled with him for years and not touching silver while in a witcher's company is pretty much impossible?
Doesn't he trust his very own student to know how to identify a not-human?
The grunt that escapes Jaskier's lips should make Geralt proud - it's definitely a copy of his usual I hate this shit but I won't say anything because I don't want to have to stab an idiot sound. He's still working on making a fine first impression, so he isn't going to protest so early, no when he's being allowed to stay - it'll seem he's complaining about the test itself, and that's far from the truth.
But hopefully he'll have an opportunity to give Vesemir a piece of his mind later.
For now, he'll put his attention on the keep itself, which is nothing like any castle or estate he's ever been in before. Archaic architecture isn't a subject of art he's an expert in, but there are details about the shapes and layout he may be able to recognize - at least in the areas that are better kept. Jaskier is already dying to explore, to visit every room and learn about Geralt's childhood, but settling in comes first. They arrive to a very warm sitting room, and waiting for them there is- ah.
Jaskier has always thought Cirilla is the living image of Pavetta, and the older the child gets, the more real that statement becomes.
And there's watching Geralt react to her, as well, which is- well. Incredibly sweet for the white wolf's standards, and Jaskier rests a hand against his chest, a cute little awww sounding in his head. He already cares about her, he can tell - it makes Jaskier feel incredibly happy for him, the man deserves to have a family of his own. To be loved in a kinder manner than the rough camaraderie of his fellow witchers - because she obviously cares for him already as well.
Pointing out Geralt is being dumb about his own health? Oh yes, Jaskier adores her already.
His eyes widen when she recognizes him, hopefully the witchers of the keep are ready to start smelling the overwhelming sweet scent of Jaskier's glee.
"It honors this humble bard to be remembered by Your Highness." All the flourish he didn't use on Vesemir, Jaskier performs it for Cirilla, bowing to her before falling on one knee to offer a friendly smile. "I'm glad to see you safe and well, princess. You may call me Jaskier, and now we're both here, away from the shackles of courtly manners, I hope we can become friends. We've brought you some presents, by the way, but I think those may have to wait. You see--" He puts a hand around his mouth then, as if telling a secret, and the other points at Geralt. "Certain wolf of ours hasn't been sleeping at all, as you've correctly deduced, so I think we should work on getting him to a bed first."