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Who: Jaskier rollstoseduce
What: New arrival tries to understand the city and tries to rescue a kitty
When: Last week of June
Where: Central city
Notes: Using this log to move Jaskier's arrival TDM prompts and organize closed threads. If you want to plot anything more specific, feel free to hit my intro comment!

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[Whatever happens, Yennefer says with insistent eyes, and oh boy, Jaskier glares at her as his mind is already filling the rest of that sentence because it sounds and looks like something Geralt has asked dozens of times through the years. It doesn't matter what happens, if he gets hurt or captured or almost killed, Jaskier is supposed to leave. Not to make it worse. Not to care. Such a huge pile of crap--

...keep singing.

...well. That sure is new, at least in this context. It's still not great, though. Jaskier can't help squinting at her and he would be gritting his teeth too if he wasn't in the middle of a song. She's telling him to help instead of asking him to leave if things get nasty, but the spirit behind it is the same, he thinks: don't worry about me.

Not surprising after how she rescued Cirilla, but still... That can't be. They'll need to have a conversation about dumb self-sacrificing tendencies later.

For now, though, he must do be best to help and minimize the risk. Obviously Lo-Fi isn't enough, that only calms down the creature, and who knows what can make it angry again. So Jaskier changes into the aptly named Lullaby, choosing an old lullaby from the Continent that his grandmother used to sing to him with her harp.

His eyes don't stay on the creature, though, at least not for long. After he's sure the magic is taking effect, he stares at Yennefer with hard eyes that don't match the softness of his voice, cornflower blues silently telling her not to do anything stupid.]

[choicely]

[ She still doesn't understand the entirety of his power, or the scope of it, but whatever he's doing seems to be working, lulling the creature-that-isn't into at least a false sense of complacency. At the very least, it isn't raging anymore, which means she can repurpose some of the chaos responsible for keeping it bound by the earth and start carefully unwinding the magic snarled around its form, trapping the real child within.

The process becomes even simpler once Jaskier changes his tune, and the magic results in the creature swaying, its eyes drooping as the power of the spell begins to take effect. It's different, using chaos to try and pry something apart, to delve into what's become warped and twisted and revert it to what it's intended to be.

She hasn't missed the looks Jaskier keeps aiming in her direction in the meantime, her own violet gaze narrowing subtly even if she can't spare the attention away from what she's meant to be doing. It might take the entirety of a song, by her estimation, but eventually, there is nothing other than a sleeping child curled up into a tiny ball, thumb pressed into its mouth as it dozes with no knowledge of anything that's just happened.

Yennefer finally eases back, relinquishing her hold as her hand falls at her side, glancing over at Jaskier while maintaining a low tone of voice so as not to wake the unassuming third party. ]

It would behoove you to place a little more belief in my ability, you know. [ She looks a little more disordered now than when she'd first begun, strands of hair escaping the confines of her braid, a sheen of perspiration on her brow. ] I assume this child belongs to someone.