[Giving Ciri the space to concentrate on getting home is enough to keep Jaskier’s head occupied, in between growing a new batch of plants (which he pushes himself to make bloom in the desert heat – leading to far more sleeping than he meant to indulge in), and updating Geralt with new messages when he thinks to. He’s beginning to feel a bit like a wife, sometimes, taking care of their home while the big, scary Witchers run off to do their business.
Not that he minded. He had Mog for company, he could take care of Nixie. He returned Viktor’s horse and met his handsome friend Jayce, whose company he had not minded, either.
It did lead him to notice the emptiness of their home, though. The space in the loft that Rinwell had once occupied, now with a filled bookshelf. He had gone to market and bought a set of small vases, placing different flowers in each that reminded him of her – blue hydrangeas for the colors she wore, dandelions for a yellow dress she’d once donned to help sell flowers at the stand. There was also a tiny carved owl between them, perched as if a silent watcher. Next to it, Jaskier had laid a matching carving of a toad. Hector had not been a permanent resident of their home, but he had made his mark regardless.
And it was there, having pulled a book of Cadens magic from the shelf that Ciri’s message found him. Finally! He grabs the bottle of wine he’d ordered for her days ago, pretends he is not waiting somewhat anxiously for her to return by the door, like an abandoned pup. But he takes Geralt’s request quite seriously.
Look after her.
He opens the door before she can step through, rushing down to grab her in a hug.] Ciri, my dear! My prodigal girl! Are you all right? [He holds her by the shoulders, looking her over.] You and Viktor made it back with no issues?
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Not that he minded. He had Mog for company, he could take care of Nixie. He returned Viktor’s horse and met his handsome friend Jayce, whose company he had not minded, either.
It did lead him to notice the emptiness of their home, though. The space in the loft that Rinwell had once occupied, now with a filled bookshelf. He had gone to market and bought a set of small vases, placing different flowers in each that reminded him of her – blue hydrangeas for the colors she wore, dandelions for a yellow dress she’d once donned to help sell flowers at the stand. There was also a tiny carved owl between them, perched as if a silent watcher. Next to it, Jaskier had laid a matching carving of a toad. Hector had not been a permanent resident of their home, but he had made his mark regardless.
And it was there, having pulled a book of Cadens magic from the shelf that Ciri’s message found him. Finally! He grabs the bottle of wine he’d ordered for her days ago, pretends he is not waiting somewhat anxiously for her to return by the door, like an abandoned pup. But he takes Geralt’s request quite seriously.
Look after her.
He opens the door before she can step through, rushing down to grab her in a hug.] Ciri, my dear! My prodigal girl! Are you all right? [He holds her by the shoulders, looking her over.] You and Viktor made it back with no issues?