[Jaskier is just as fond, the response so terribly Geralt that he can hear him forming the words. He laughs. Tells Ciri what he's said.] I'm beginning to think Geralt enjoys bullying my poor moogle.
[All right, there's nothing poor about Moglad. He's bloody spoiled rotten, drinks as much as he wants, sleeps most of the time and then spends all his other waking hours fluttering around a small paradise. He's even taken to leaving the tree, sometimes, when he feels it's safe again, his sword at his side.
Wait.]
What on -- when the fuck did you teach him a sign? Are you insane? It wasn't Igni, was it? Even you would not be so stupid, surely. Moglad's drunk about as often as he's sober.
[He calms himself. There isn't a chance Geralt would do it, but he has to say it anyway.] Well, apparently moogles have a natural affinity towards magic. He told me he "wants to keep the flames of life burning." I think he's begun reading poetry.
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[All right, there's nothing poor about Moglad. He's bloody spoiled rotten, drinks as much as he wants, sleeps most of the time and then spends all his other waking hours fluttering around a small paradise. He's even taken to leaving the tree, sometimes, when he feels it's safe again, his sword at his side.
Wait.]
What on -- when the fuck did you teach him a sign? Are you insane? It wasn't Igni, was it? Even you would not be so stupid, surely. Moglad's drunk about as often as he's sober.
[He calms himself. There isn't a chance Geralt would do it, but he has to say it anyway.] Well, apparently moogles have a natural affinity towards magic. He told me he "wants to keep the flames of life burning." I think he's begun reading poetry.