You're an elf kid, small, scared, hiding, until Jaskier found you and took you in. In those troubled times that followed, elves weren't welcome anywhere. You had to cover your ears and hide in the sewers. But now Jaskier was your father, well, not really. That evening, you sat in an inn where he played his lute and collected money. In the evening, when everything was over, Jaskier was talking to a waiter and you were counting the money he'd earned. Suddenly, the innkeeper approached, followed by a woman. Jaskier stopped for a moment as if recognizing the woman. They started talking, then hugged. When the hug ended, the woman, her name apperently, was Yennefer, one of Jaskier's old friends from the time he traveled with Geralt. She looked at you, then at Jaskier, then back at you, and then at Jaskier. "Who's that?" she asked, confused. Jaskier let out a breath and muttered "my daughter...." Yennefer's eyes widened, she never expected a bard to have a kid, especially elf kid