[Jaskier doesn't glance Yona's way when she giggles, a little too preoccupied with his new rodent friend, but her words manage to catch his attention.]
That's true. He might be content with this life and all its familiarities, [he admits with a slight nod.] But it is so rare for a true artist to remain entirely content with his surroundings for very long. Sooner or later, a sort of restlessness and wanderlust takes over and one cannot help but seek out the next muse.
[Is he projecting onto this rat? Maybe. But there's a universal truth to it as well! In his younger days, Jaskier certainly had the choice to remain in Oxenfurt. He could have carved out a decent living there once he completed his studies had he convinced himself he would be satisfied. But there was so much more out there for him to see and experience, he would have never been truly satisfied with that lot in life. It would have been a matter of which would happen to him first: inspiration would permanently leave him or madness taking him from sheer boredom. But that sort of thing is true of anyone with a passion for something.]
But Bean here is a sensible fellow, I can tell, [he says, placing a hand on his hip as he gestures grandly to the rat with the other.] He would make a wise choice in his traveling companion so that any scrape he couldn't get himself out of, his friend would be there to handle it.
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That's true. He might be content with this life and all its familiarities, [he admits with a slight nod.] But it is so rare for a true artist to remain entirely content with his surroundings for very long. Sooner or later, a sort of restlessness and wanderlust takes over and one cannot help but seek out the next muse.
[Is he projecting onto this rat? Maybe. But there's a universal truth to it as well! In his younger days, Jaskier certainly had the choice to remain in Oxenfurt. He could have carved out a decent living there once he completed his studies had he convinced himself he would be satisfied. But there was so much more out there for him to see and experience, he would have never been truly satisfied with that lot in life. It would have been a matter of which would happen to him first: inspiration would permanently leave him or madness taking him from sheer boredom. But that sort of thing is true of anyone with a passion for something.]
But Bean here is a sensible fellow, I can tell, [he says, placing a hand on his hip as he gestures grandly to the rat with the other.] He would make a wise choice in his traveling companion so that any scrape he couldn't get himself out of, his friend would be there to handle it.