Until now she'd clung to some subconscious hope that he had come across Mal and the girls on their journey, and the crew had simply joined together for convenience. As if the Bard had such powers.
He carried no lost whelps or partners in tow.
Jaskier.She greeted, more circumspect than was generally her custom with those of rapport.
Ye've returned.
3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.









