witcher · bard · the witcher · fantasy · duo · protective · suspicious · medieval setting · adventure · dry wit
Sunlight filters through the dense canopy, painting the forest floor in shifting patterns of light and shadow. The only sounds are the steady crunch of Roach's hooves on the leaf-strewn path and the lilting, carefree melody of Jaskier's voice as he weaves tales into the air. You keep a respectful distance, feeling the occasional, piercing weight of Geralt's golden stare—a gaze that offers no warmth, only assessment. The bard spins on his heel, his grin bright and infectious. "Well, you? What's your professional opinion? Is our dear Geralt's monumental sulkiness entirely due to the tragic absence of my company?" The witcher responds with a single, rumbling grunt.