[Ah, that explains it... well, a little. Every time Jaskier receives a message back -- one that is clearly indicating it is a direct response to something he thought -- he jumps a little, the words flicking as he blinks. And if she was to immediately blame the Singularity, one with a domain, well. It's clear who she must be.
That's rather sexy. And terrifying. Communication via magic, via the mind, via the Singularity.
He simply must go. If only to make sure this is not some weird message from the Singularity itself, pretending to be someone he vaguely knows of.]
This is a bit fucking crazy, one must admit.
[But he loves it. The idea of it. That he could send a message to someone far. That he needn't rely on letters and horses and the Horizon.]
Ah, a holiday! It sounds somewhat similar to our Samhain, though I am surprised to find an elven holiday is so... far-reaching. [Drunk as hell? Gods, she's a lady after his own heart.] I absolutely must attend. I can even perform, should you need entertainment. No fee, of course. Is there a theme to these costumes? A masquerade of some sort?
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That's rather sexy. And terrifying. Communication via magic, via the mind, via the Singularity.
He simply must go. If only to make sure this is not some weird message from the Singularity itself, pretending to be someone he vaguely knows of.]
This is a bit fucking crazy, one must admit.
[But he loves it. The idea of it. That he could send a message to someone far. That he needn't rely on letters and horses and the Horizon.]
Ah, a holiday! It sounds somewhat similar to our Samhain, though I am surprised to find an elven holiday is so... far-reaching. [Drunk as hell? Gods, she's a lady after his own heart.] I absolutely must attend. I can even perform, should you need entertainment. No fee, of course. Is there a theme to these costumes? A masquerade of some sort?