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is this chapter 8? no 7
Feb. 16th, 2020 10:11 pmvia https://ift.tt/2OW5sEf
featuring uhhh I don’t even know what this is. The densest paragraph I’ve ever written, possibly.
chapter 7: a snail or some kind of turtle
The Most Perfect Fat Baby That Ever There Was In All Of The Land turned out to have quite a singable chorus, and Jaskier got most of the room to join in on the “Fat baby! Fat baby! Fat baby!” refrain, and it had the entirely expected side effect of winning over all of the surly young men even though Geralt didn’t sing (Geralt had never one time in the twenty years Jaskier had been performing in his presence showed the slightest engagement with any kind of music, so this was not a surprise) because Geralt had wound up sitting down next to him once the young woman had moved to her own chair, so Geralt was right there getting progressively less scary by association as Jaskier extemporized new verses about the child’s inevitable future as a great woman of some kind, because no child of such voluptuous magnificence could fail to achieve– he’d started off with a verse about her becoming an adventurer, but then he’d done one of her being a healer, and then one of her being an alderwoman, and then one of her becoming a blacksmith, and with some prompting from the audience, a baker, a miller, a wheelwright, or a candlemaker. He then extemporized a verse where she went to the university and became a famous bard, which everyone thought was hilarious and self-serving of him, and he managed to tie it all back in to how important bards were and how everyone should always give them food and money all of the time. Those were easy rhymes because he’d done versions of that verse in basically every improvised song he’d ever done, except of course for Toss A Coin, where he’d been begging on Geralt’s behalf instead.
featuring uhhh I don’t even know what this is. The densest paragraph I’ve ever written, possibly.
chapter 7: a snail or some kind of turtle
The Most Perfect Fat Baby That Ever There Was In All Of The Land turned out to have quite a singable chorus, and Jaskier got most of the room to join in on the “Fat baby! Fat baby! Fat baby!” refrain, and it had the entirely expected side effect of winning over all of the surly young men even though Geralt didn’t sing (Geralt had never one time in the twenty years Jaskier had been performing in his presence showed the slightest engagement with any kind of music, so this was not a surprise) because Geralt had wound up sitting down next to him once the young woman had moved to her own chair, so Geralt was right there getting progressively less scary by association as Jaskier extemporized new verses about the child’s inevitable future as a great woman of some kind, because no child of such voluptuous magnificence could fail to achieve– he’d started off with a verse about her becoming an adventurer, but then he’d done one of her being a healer, and then one of her being an alderwoman, and then one of her becoming a blacksmith, and with some prompting from the audience, a baker, a miller, a wheelwright, or a candlemaker. He then extemporized a verse where she went to the university and became a famous bard, which everyone thought was hilarious and self-serving of him, and he managed to tie it all back in to how important bards were and how everyone should always give them food and money all of the time. Those were easy rhymes because he’d done versions of that verse in basically every improvised song he’d ever done, except of course for Toss A Coin, where he’d been begging on Geralt’s behalf instead.
