[Sometimes, Mogget falls asleep in inconvenient places. Today he happened to fall asleep in the back of one of the carriages that had been making its way to the cliff side and now here he was, being assaulted by the smell of salt and seaweed and the incessant noise of coastal birds. They wouldn't be so irritating if they would just come close enough for him to--
Ah, but that's a familiar voice. The small white cat turns his ears towards the sound and finally hops out of the carriage he had been stubbornly occupying. He winds his way through the gathered people and finds a familiar face to go with that familiar voice.
How curious.]
I'm sure you're going to start singing whether it's requested or not, Jaskier.
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Ah, but that's a familiar voice. The small white cat turns his ears towards the sound and finally hops out of the carriage he had been stubbornly occupying. He winds his way through the gathered people and finds a familiar face to go with that familiar voice.
How curious.]
I'm sure you're going to start singing whether it's requested or not, Jaskier.