Dandelion stood up with great vigor, giving an uncompromising retort to those questioning his writing skills.
Yet shortly after, when his mind finally disengaged from the immersive writing experience, he met the gaze of the poetess with slightly smokey eyes.
His previously uncompromising tone suddenly softened.
"Oh, 'face', right." He stammered, his gaze dumbfounded and fixed on the poetess' face. "It really... indeed rhymes better with the previous line."
"But you also have to understand, I'm considering the script as a whole, the overall mood, the scenario match..."
Towards the end, Dandelion's mouth released a series of terms incomprehensible to outsiders to justify himself, trying to stubbornly imply he was right, merely taking in the big picture.
Lann and Geralt exchanged a glance.
To make such a proud poet in his own field act in this 'reluctant arguing' manner is truly rare.
"Of course, the big picture consideration."
Priscilla smiled and stepped back.
