[ vash huffs a laugh through his nose like something jaskier said amuses him. he then listens patiently as his question is answered-- and then some. the people of solvunn had already shared with him most of what jaskier tells him, but he does feel a little foolish for not realizing that of course witches specialize. but it made sense, didn't it? in the sciences, meteorologists and biologists covered two very different spheres of knowledge. magic ought to be much the same.
he takes note of the strange look jaskier gives the flower he handed to him. ]
If you don't want it, I can take it... it just felt greedy to take two when I don't even know your name.
[ he moves to cup the pot of his plant to his chest with his prosthetic, holding his flesh hand aloft. ]
no subject
he takes note of the strange look jaskier gives the flower he handed to him. ]
If you don't want it, I can take it... it just felt greedy to take two when I don't even know your name.
[ he moves to cup the pot of his plant to his chest with his prosthetic, holding his flesh hand aloft. ]
I'm Vash.