[ The silence is a heavy blanket. He follows close behind, at once curious and amused every time he watches Jaskier adjust to his four legs. Geralt's had far less trouble -- either from his natural instincts or because being what he is now, it's simpler to adapt than someone changed by a spell.
For once, it's hard to read what Jaskier is thinking, especially with his features a fox. He thinks he knows, anyway.
Perhaps it is all that matters. He ducks under some branches, pushing them down so Jaskier can climb over them to enter a small clearing. There are moonbell flowers here, dipped in a blue shimmer, and the sun shines brightly through the canopy of trees. Most of the frost is gone this far into the woods, the weather cool but not cold.
He looks over at Jaskier. It's not said out loud, that he's showing him a little quiet sanctuary -- but it is what he's doing. Maybe Jaskier will find it helpful, to leave the house some time to a place he knows is safe. ]
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For once, it's hard to read what Jaskier is thinking, especially with his features a fox. He thinks he knows, anyway.
Perhaps it is all that matters. He ducks under some branches, pushing them down so Jaskier can climb over them to enter a small clearing. There are moonbell flowers here, dipped in a blue shimmer, and the sun shines brightly through the canopy of trees. Most of the frost is gone this far into the woods, the weather cool but not cold.
He looks over at Jaskier. It's not said out loud, that he's showing him a little quiet sanctuary -- but it is what he's doing. Maybe Jaskier will find it helpful, to leave the house some time to a place he knows is safe. ]