"the trees are now turning from green to gold..."
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"the trees are now turning from green to gold..."
Aragorn drawing I did back in December but didn't post here šæ I still like it a lot so I'll share it š„ŗ

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This semester i made this illustrations ofĀ āThe Last Wishā, first book from āThe Witcher Sagaā byĀ Andrzej Sapkowski All of them you can found at myĀ behanceĀ page
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āI need no one. And the last thing I want is someone needing me.ā
āAnd yet, here we are.ā
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He doesnāt mention his hand when the dust settles.
There are bodies to clear away, people to mourn. Jaskier steps back for that- heās not a Witcher. He doesnāt know these men but he does know what they meant to each other and he knows he has no part in whatever mourning they need to do. So he steps back to allow their rituals.
He finds a bucket and scrub brush and gets to work clearing the blood from the stones while the others are gone. He can be useful in other ways.
His hand burns every time he dunks it in the hot water but he ignores it for as long as he can, scrubbing until the water is dirty but the floors are mostly cleared of blood.
Heās trying very hard not to think about how itās getting harder and harder to move his index and middle fingers as the days pass. Itās the cold, he tells himself. Itās got to be. Every other part of him is stiff and cold and trembling just a bit with the way the wind howls through the newest holes in Kaer Morhenās walls. Heās only human. Of course heās affected by the cold.
Jaskier uses his left hand to scrub when the burn gets to be too much, his right to steady the bucket as he washes the blood away. Yennefer could probably magic the stains gone but sheās only just gotten her chaos back and sheās still a bit unsteady. Besides, sheās healing up the surviving Witchers. Jaskier can do this for them if nothing else.
Heās careful to remove himself from the hall before they come back down the mountain. He doesnāt want to be in the way if theyāre going to drink and mourn and fight out their feelings. He might get caught in the crossfire or worse, interfere.
The Witchers are people and theyāve lost brothers tonight. Jaskier will not do anything that upsets their grieving process.
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The Care and Feeding of Bards
Yen narrows her eyes at Geralt as she's shoving him out the door. āArenāt you going to take some supplies for your precious bard?ā
He blinks. āWhy would I do that?ā
She looks at him as if heās stupid. āSo you have food for the road.ā
Geralt scoffs. āItās one human, Yen. How often do I need to feed him?ā He rolls his eyes. āEvery day?ā
Yen says, āUhh.ā
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āItās only a little further to the next village,ā Geralt says, full of confidence. āIf we push on through the night, we can be there by morning.ā
Jaskierās lip wobbles. His everything wobbles. āIām trying here, I am,ā he says, big eyes wide and pathetic. āBut I really need to sleep.ā
Geralt squints at him. āWhat, again? We just slept two nights ago.ā
Jaskier looks, horrifyingly, like he might actually cry.
āFine, fine,ā Geralt says quickly, stopping and laying out a bedroll. āJust donāt get all weepy on me.ā
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The autumn is fading fast, and the nights are getting longer. Jaskier is bouncing up and down on a log in front of the fire, his seemingly endless energy bubbling through the skin.
The log is jittering and itās making it difficult for Geralt to sharpen his swords. āStill sit,ā he growls, putting a heavy hand on Jaskierās leg. āYouāre jostling me.ā
āSorry,ā Jaskier says, teeth chattering together, ābut itās so cold.ā
Huh. Geralt tilts his head to one side. Itās not as if itās snowing, or thereās a blizzard out. Thereās only a thin layer of ice on the river. But now that he looks, he sees that Jaskierās skin is pale and his lips are tinting blue. Ahh.
He digs in a saddle bag and finds his winter cloak, the one he only uses on the road to Kaer Morhen. āHere,ā he says, handing it over.
āThank the gods,ā Jaskier says quickly, wrapping himself in the cloak and sighing happily.
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āCanāt you just,ā Geralt waves a hand vaguely, ānot be ill?ā
Jaskier looks up at him from his mug of tea, eyes watery, forehead clammy, sniveling pathetically.
He says, slowly, like itās taking the last of his patience, āThatās not how it works, Geralt.ā
How tedious. Humans really are sickly little things.
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Geralt had been unsure about bringing Jaskier to Kaer Morhen at first. But seeing his bard here, surrounded by his fellow Wolf witchers, brings a smile to his face and a warmth to his chest.
Theyāve said their greetings and theyāre settling in for a first eveningās cheerful drinking when Lambert lunges across the table at Jaskier.
āHey!ā Lambert knocks the drink out of Jaskierās hand. āYou canāt drink that!ā
Geralt frowns at Lambert while Jaskier cowers. Thereās no need to be rude.
āWhite Gull is deadly to humans,ā Lambert explains. āAnd all our ales are laced with it.ā
Oh. Well. Jaskier better not drink anything from the kitchen then.
āI canāt believe Iām the sensible one here,ā Lambert grumbles.
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Clearly, something had to be done. Geralt had consulted with his brothers and Vesemir, who proved surprisingly well-informed in the ways of humans.
The result is this: A big basket which Geralt delivers to Jaskierās room. In the basket is the thickest, warmest blanket he could find, as well as some little woolen mitts heād knitted. They are a little misshapen in places, because he still hadnāt quite got the hang of short rows, but they left the fingers uncovered so Jaskier could play his lute.
There's also a generous bag of dried fruits and meats, and some tea bags heād made from the loose tea in the kitchen so Jaskier could make himself a mug without having to brave the cold. Heād even found some untainted beer at the very back of the storehouse and popped that in as well.
Finally, there is a little card on top on which Geralt had written, in his very best attempt at calligraphy, āFor Our Human Friend :)ā Eskel had drawn the smiley face next to it.
Jaskier looks at the basket. He looks at Geralt. His face does the scrunchy, wobbly thing which warns of tears incoming.
āOh, no no no -ā Geralt starts, because heād meant this to be nice, he canāt cope with Jaskier crying, but then Jaskier flings himself at him and wraps him up in a hug.
Jaskier snivels into his shoulder and says, wetly, āThanks, Geralt.ā
Confused, Geralt pats his back. So crying is not always a bad thing? Heāll have to make a note of that in his book, which he has tentatively titled The Care and Feeding of Bards.

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