"Ah. Prince Charming, are you?" The days events were starting to repeat themselves, apparently.
Pressing the book against his chest, Orfeo had a long serious look at Jaskier, then Juliet. He had no intention of scolding the bard for kissing this girl goodbye. He seemed like a decent man who had wanted to help after realizing something was amiss. Only now there was no need for goodbyes; she was alive. Sort of. Unfortunately he still lacked the knowledge to make her wake up.
"Give us some clue, signorina, won't you? What spell do we need?" he half-pleaded as he leaned down to hold Juliet's chin between his fingers.
He straightened up and cast a rueful look at Jaskier. Then, as if something had finally started to make sense, the expression on his wrinkled face began to change. It went from concerned to incredulous, and from there to something akin to smiling.
"Charming princes, indeed. Fairytales!"
He tossed away the book in his hands and digged up another, a much thinner book but one that contained old tales and nursery rhymes. He had read it many times to his children, and grandchildren, and he would read it to his great-grandchildren if he ever had any.
"Mayhaps you are the key to this, young man, more than you know. While not having the looks of a traditional Prince Charming, who knows, you might possess the power to kiss her awake." He flipped through the pages of the book. The Pied Piper caught his attention for a brief moment, if only because he was a character who could also play an instrument. Orfeo was quick to brush that off, however. A story of a man who lured children to their demise because he had not been paid for his services was not something that the man standing in front of him should be compared to. But there were other, more suitable examples, not to mention one completely novel idea.
"Or better yet, you could be some unknown type of a hero who saves the day. Would that not be something? You'd be among all these men here. A named bard, a lute player. Remembered forever."
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Pressing the book against his chest, Orfeo had a long serious look at Jaskier, then Juliet. He had no intention of scolding the bard for kissing this girl goodbye. He seemed like a decent man who had wanted to help after realizing something was amiss. Only now there was no need for goodbyes; she was alive. Sort of. Unfortunately he still lacked the knowledge to make her wake up.
"Give us some clue, signorina, won't you? What spell do we need?" he half-pleaded as he leaned down to hold Juliet's chin between his fingers.
He straightened up and cast a rueful look at Jaskier. Then, as if something had finally started to make sense, the expression on his wrinkled face began to change. It went from concerned to incredulous, and from there to something akin to smiling.
"Charming princes, indeed. Fairytales!"
He tossed away the book in his hands and digged up another, a much thinner book but one that contained old tales and nursery rhymes. He had read it many times to his children, and grandchildren, and he would read it to his great-grandchildren if he ever had any.
"Mayhaps you are the key to this, young man, more than you know. While not having the looks of a traditional Prince Charming, who knows, you might possess the power to kiss her awake." He flipped through the pages of the book. The Pied Piper caught his attention for a brief moment, if only because he was a character who could also play an instrument. Orfeo was quick to brush that off, however. A story of a man who lured children to their demise because he had not been paid for his services was not something that the man standing in front of him should be compared to. But there were other, more suitable examples, not to mention one completely novel idea.
"Or better yet, you could be some unknown type of a hero who saves the day. Would that not be something? You'd be among all these men here. A named bard, a lute player. Remembered forever."