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To talk to him in person, you'll need to be in Cadens or go to his domain, a snowy mountain fortress. Yard is open; doors are locked. If he isn't around, leave a delivery with the white wolf.
To talk to him in person, you'll need to be in Cadens or go to his domain, a snowy mountain fortress. Yard is open; doors are locked. If he isn't around, leave a delivery with the white wolf.
Have a lead on the fae's so called "new day," but there are geographical limits.
Who do you trust in Thorne to work with a degree of subtlety?
Who do you trust in Thorne to work with a degree of subtlety?
[ It's weird. Almost habit. It was supposed to be over. But it isn't. And neither is the way something in her feels it's necessary for more than one reason to do this next. ]
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦
𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦
𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜
[ Want is not need, so he assumes the topic at hand isn't a cataclysmic crisis. ]
If he has to guess, this is to do with Dean. It often is when she appears. ]
Find me at Mag's.[ When the sun begins to set, he leaves Ciri and slips into the tavern. The sky glows a vivid orange outside. She'll spot him at a quiet table in the corner, though he isn't drinking.
Sundown.
If he has to guess, this is to do with Dean. It often is when she appears. ]
It's been a couple weeks since they'd last spent any time together, but Blake finds his way to Geralt's new address regardless. The package he leaves is carefully wrapped in parchment and he's tucked a note under the twine used to hold it all together.
Stuck into the middle pages, pounded thin into what barely resembles a sword, Blake has crudely focused his lingering aggression on making something more useful than beautiful. Like the small flower hairpin he'd crafted for Hilda, Blake's interest is less in absolute precision and it shows. Call this his blue period, or maybe he's just too fragile for nitpicking, but his addition of a hilt and the wrapping of matching leather in cordage of a slightly wavering width makes it more a bookmark in his mind than a letter opener or even a poor weapon.
It's the thought that counts, he reminds himself before he's swept off to work, inevitably cast to toss further suspicious light on Viktor's own plans with the mines.
Geralt—As promised, the parchment reveals an inprecisely bound book. The pages are fixed in well enough, but the grain of the leather is obvious and the edges aren't nearly as crisp as they could be. There's a small amount of animal glue tacking down the first page to the inside cover, but it's an effort, another in a long line of Blake's attempts at trying to find a new place in this world.
A man of so few words usually has a couple to spare.
I hope you at find this notebook useful. The leather comes from the hide of an animal brought in from the desert and the metal was scavenged from my work. The included cordage can be used with the bookmark or you can tie back your hair.
Thanks for saving my ass.
-Blake
P.S. If you have any need of courier services, I've employed the child we met in the mines. He's eager to work and I'm eager to provide safer conditions.
Stuck into the middle pages, pounded thin into what barely resembles a sword, Blake has crudely focused his lingering aggression on making something more useful than beautiful. Like the small flower hairpin he'd crafted for Hilda, Blake's interest is less in absolute precision and it shows. Call this his blue period, or maybe he's just too fragile for nitpicking, but his addition of a hilt and the wrapping of matching leather in cordage of a slightly wavering width makes it more a bookmark in his mind than a letter opener or even a poor weapon.
It's the thought that counts, he reminds himself before he's swept off to work, inevitably cast to toss further suspicious light on Viktor's own plans with the mines.
Edited (typos, clarity) 2023-10-05 02:58 (UTC)
Gifts are the last thing Geralt expects to receive. So much so that he doesn't think twice about leaving the neatly wrapped package on the table for Jaskier or Ciri. That evening, the bard hands it back to him. That's when he flips over the note.
He frowns. The gesture isn't unwelcome. Just surprising. The thought never occurred to him that Blake would see it being saved when all Geralt did was help retrieve the boy and keep the man from getting turned around.
Blake receives no letter in response; it's not Geralt's way. But he does keep the items, and the cord eventually winds up in his hair at some point—though the plain black leather makes it near impossible to tell from his usual.
He frowns. The gesture isn't unwelcome. Just surprising. The thought never occurred to him that Blake would see it being saved when all Geralt did was help retrieve the boy and keep the man from getting turned around.
Blake receives no letter in response; it's not Geralt's way. But he does keep the items, and the cord eventually winds up in his hair at some point—though the plain black leather makes it near impossible to tell from his usual.
[ No warning, no, but there needn't be. ]
Mm-hm.
You know my thoughts.
[ His disinterest in working alongside monarchies and empires hasn't changed in over a century. He knows hers, too, but her position in Thorne grants her less freedom to make her stance as blatant. ]
Mm-hm.
You know my thoughts.
[ His disinterest in working alongside monarchies and empires hasn't changed in over a century. He knows hers, too, but her position in Thorne grants her less freedom to make her stance as blatant. ]
Hey, Geralt. It's Steve.
[ He knows that these messages come with a signature of sorts, but it feels weird not to announce himself when he doesn't communicate with Geralt like this often. Actually, this might be the first time. ]
Sam mentioned you're on an extended stay in the mines.
[ He knows that these messages come with a signature of sorts, but it feels weird not to announce himself when he doesn't communicate with Geralt like this often. Actually, this might be the first time. ]
Sam mentioned you're on an extended stay in the mines.
[John is not -- for better or worse -- aware of Geralt's current predicament. But after their last conversation and well, everything that had happened in the Nether, John had hoped to run into him again. When that hadn't happened...
Despite having been here for months, he is still getting used to the way messages are transmitted. Nevertheless, he supposes it is possible. And so he sits down to write:]
𝐺𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑡. 𝐼 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑀𝑟𝑠 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟. 𝐼 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑, ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑠 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑.
[Can you tell he is used to writing letters and not -- this?]
𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙?
Despite having been here for months, he is still getting used to the way messages are transmitted. Nevertheless, he supposes it is possible. And so he sits down to write:]
𝐺𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑡. 𝐼 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑀𝑟𝑠 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟. 𝐼 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑, ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑠 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑.
[Can you tell he is used to writing letters and not -- this?]
𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙?
[ The handwriting that glistens across the dusty floor of the mine is unfamiliar and unexpected. It isn't a bad time, necessarily. Mining does not exactly take up all of his focus. ]
Been worse.
[ Been better, too. Forever practical and never one for small talk, Geralt's next question comes automatically: ]
Something you need?
Been worse.
[ Been better, too. Forever practical and never one for small talk, Geralt's next question comes automatically: ]
Something you need?
Ice fishing isn't hard, right? You just punch a hole in the ice and dump some line in? Maybe, like... do I need bait? You think boar meat would work?
Going off based on the idea a leviathan ain't gonna be interested in a tiny fishing hook of boar meat... man, that would be a disaster.
Edited 2023-11-26 20:20 (UTC)
I'm going back to the Singularity for the Dimming this year and returning to my digging roots. I'll let you know if anything comes from it.
Hey are you in Kaer Morhen right now or are you breaking rocks in reality
Geralt!
Are you busy? Can we meet in Nocwich?
Are you busy? Can we meet in Nocwich?
So if you took someone, say, roughly my height, perhaps with similar build (or smaller), with a relatively healthy working regimen, and a spritely personality, and a bit of magic healing -- about how much, relative to the nearest ounce, could a person lose of blood without adverse health effects?
I have a bet with Alucard.
[He's absolutely lying.]
I have a bet with Alucard.
[He's absolutely lying.]
[There are more than a handful of rare occasions in which Jaskier's immediate thoughts to being faced with some startling information may turn into messages that he really is not thinking about. Call it an instinctual cry for help, because he might die and that would be very unfortunate.]
geralt is it possible to be cursed so everyone you bed dies afterwards please answer quickly I'm in the middle of a conversation and it's imperative I know immediately
geralt is it possible to be cursed so everyone you bed dies afterwards please answer quickly I'm in the middle of a conversation and it's imperative I know immediately
Perhaps it's customary by now for something (or someone) to arrive semi-regularly at the Witcher's door. The package is dropped early, while Blake is on his way to work at Viktor's shop, and it's as plainly decorated as the last.
Inside a flat box, laid out one atop the other, are a pair of gloves. It's not Blake's first or second pair. He's been trying for a couple weeks — the on-and-off hobby that's replaced tailoring for the time being — and the offcuts he's scaped together have proven to be decently sized for this exact purpose.
The gloves will reach the wrist. He's thinned the leather, turned in the edges, burnished the seams. It's pebbled with a very fine texture that comes from some desert beast brought in for coin. The black dye is deep and rich and there's a suppleness to the hide that lends itself towards fashion more than utility. It isn't Blake's intention — he's really not sure what he intends, except to make something recognizable and usable — but he doubts it will stop Geralt from practical use, so he doesn't sweat it too much. It is certainly his most successful pair to date, although there's no guarantee they'll fit, since Blake's not sure how to judge hand size for this purpose.
There's no note – not this time – only Geralt's name written on top. Hardly a mystery for the Witcher, but if anyone else should come along, they won't see Blake's name attached to this endeavor just yet; he's not really ready to advertise.
Inside a flat box, laid out one atop the other, are a pair of gloves. It's not Blake's first or second pair. He's been trying for a couple weeks — the on-and-off hobby that's replaced tailoring for the time being — and the offcuts he's scaped together have proven to be decently sized for this exact purpose.
The gloves will reach the wrist. He's thinned the leather, turned in the edges, burnished the seams. It's pebbled with a very fine texture that comes from some desert beast brought in for coin. The black dye is deep and rich and there's a suppleness to the hide that lends itself towards fashion more than utility. It isn't Blake's intention — he's really not sure what he intends, except to make something recognizable and usable — but he doubts it will stop Geralt from practical use, so he doesn't sweat it too much. It is certainly his most successful pair to date, although there's no guarantee they'll fit, since Blake's not sure how to judge hand size for this purpose.
There's no note – not this time – only Geralt's name written on top. Hardly a mystery for the Witcher, but if anyone else should come along, they won't see Blake's name attached to this endeavor just yet; he's not really ready to advertise.
[ Arriving at the Witcher house alongside two other gifts for those living there, is one marked for Geralt.
The amount of effort put into the packaging might seem a little bit much for the contents of the box, especially when one considers how large the box actually is. Inside the box contains a sculpture of a wolf. A sculpture made of twigs to be exact.
Despite how haphazard it looks because of the nature of the material, it's actually constructed well and sturdy all things considered. It won't fit on a coffee table since it comes up to his shins but it'll do nicely as a hallway decoration...or some really good kindling if he so chooses. ]
The amount of effort put into the packaging might seem a little bit much for the contents of the box, especially when one considers how large the box actually is. Inside the box contains a sculpture of a wolf. A sculpture made of twigs to be exact.
Despite how haphazard it looks because of the nature of the material, it's actually constructed well and sturdy all things considered. It won't fit on a coffee table since it comes up to his shins but it'll do nicely as a hallway decoration...or some really good kindling if he so chooses. ]
𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘵,
𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘍𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘌𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵! 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦! :(
𝘏𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘢
[ Hilda has evidently put a lot of effort into the wolf Geralt pulls out of the package. It's oddly thoughtful, and he wonders if some of this has to do with, hm. Perhaps the way he saw her and Ciri spend time together at Sam's gathering, and her earlier discovery of Geralt's relationship to Ciri.
Or Hilda has simply taken a liking to him. This does happen on occasion.
Either way, the wolf finds its home downstairs where he's started to do his woodworking. It does not occur to him to connect the twigs outside his Horizon to these twigs. He is not a man who searches for patterns where one is not warranted.
A few days later, a palm-sized wooden wyvern will appear on Hilda's doorstep. The note contains a plain For Hilda, and signed with his name beneath. The carving is similar in make and quality to the whittled birds decorating Jaskier's plant shop. The design is not especially complex, in other words, but it is recognizably one of the wyverns from her home world. The wings, like the birds', are carved tucked into its back. ]
Or Hilda has simply taken a liking to him. This does happen on occasion.
Either way, the wolf finds its home downstairs where he's started to do his woodworking. It does not occur to him to connect the twigs outside his Horizon to these twigs. He is not a man who searches for patterns where one is not warranted.
A few days later, a palm-sized wooden wyvern will appear on Hilda's doorstep. The note contains a plain For Hilda, and signed with his name beneath. The carving is similar in make and quality to the whittled birds decorating Jaskier's plant shop. The design is not especially complex, in other words, but it is recognizably one of the wyverns from her home world. The wings, like the birds', are carved tucked into its back. ]
Hey,
Next time you plan on doing a little sight-seeing in the Badlands, you mind if I tag along?
Next time you plan on doing a little sight-seeing in the Badlands, you mind if I tag along?
[ December ended up being a very busy month as Istredd obsessively planned for the Dimming trip, preparing the various sample bags he would need to take, and making certain Sabine and Kyle were ready for the visit. It turned out to be very painful (expected) and also complicated (unexpected), but he got all his samples, and in the meanwhile, found a strange plant (flowers?) in the midst of all the dirt. Odd. He kept it for study, and then it was time for the island, so it's been constant action.
The island proved to be exceptionally good in a few ways: some closure, burning it down, getting answers about mysteries, and then retraumatizing people for a few days. Istredd found his dreams haunted again and it took two days after before he could breathe without somehow smelling it still. Mushrooms are back to making him feel sick and if he didn't share a bed with someone, he'd probably have gone back to sleeping under one. But it didn't take months to get past at least.
He sent a message to Geralt to meet him in Nocwich for the start of the year, it seemed better to check in with him in person, and Istredd feels like he could use a break from Thorne. The sudden intake of new people has left him anxiously watching over them or training them while juggling all the rest, and really, he needs a drink. So he suggests they meet at one of the more crowded pubs where they won't stand out too much.
Istredd is there early as he already has a journal out that he is writing details in, and he has the unknown flora set to the side, pressed carefully onto some paper to study. He found them a table in the back, out of the way, and he doesn't look at his best. Tired. Worn. It's been a long few weeks. He's already ordered a drink and doesn't bother to glance up every time the door opens. Geralt will get there when he gets there, and he'll find him easily.
His hair is surprisingly longer, closer to what it was during Thanedd, a strange 'ability' he didn't expect and is unconsciously setting off. So it's more annoying than anything else, flicking it out of his eyes. ]
The island proved to be exceptionally good in a few ways: some closure, burning it down, getting answers about mysteries, and then retraumatizing people for a few days. Istredd found his dreams haunted again and it took two days after before he could breathe without somehow smelling it still. Mushrooms are back to making him feel sick and if he didn't share a bed with someone, he'd probably have gone back to sleeping under one. But it didn't take months to get past at least.
He sent a message to Geralt to meet him in Nocwich for the start of the year, it seemed better to check in with him in person, and Istredd feels like he could use a break from Thorne. The sudden intake of new people has left him anxiously watching over them or training them while juggling all the rest, and really, he needs a drink. So he suggests they meet at one of the more crowded pubs where they won't stand out too much.
Istredd is there early as he already has a journal out that he is writing details in, and he has the unknown flora set to the side, pressed carefully onto some paper to study. He found them a table in the back, out of the way, and he doesn't look at his best. Tired. Worn. It's been a long few weeks. He's already ordered a drink and doesn't bother to glance up every time the door opens. Geralt will get there when he gets there, and he'll find him easily.
His hair is surprisingly longer, closer to what it was during Thanedd, a strange 'ability' he didn't expect and is unconsciously setting off. So it's more annoying than anything else, flicking it out of his eyes. ]
Edited 2024-01-04 01:55 (UTC)
[ Istredd catches him a bare handful of days before Geralt is to leave on a hunt with Dean and Jaskier. He isn't surprised Istredd wishes to talk, but that he requested it to be in person is...telling. It means the mage has something he wishes to show. Curious. This is the first year Yen has had no contact with the Singularity, which comes expected. Her aims have...changed. They've been changing for a time, in fact, but Geralt is beginning to allow himself to really acknowledge that. To let it mean something to him.
He tells Istredd he will be there an hour past sundown—or what will be sundown in Thorne. The moon is bright when he steps through the portal.
As Istredd anticipates, Geralt locates the mage with little effort. His hair may be a different length, but he certainly smells the same.
He walks up to Istredd without announcement and pulls out a chair. The man looks as if he's seen better days, but what else is new? He's aware of the excursion to that island. Knowing Istredd, he'd have not stayed away. Geralt, meanwhile, looks the same—that is to say, the same cloak of tired and unamused he always wears.
Still, his eyebrow quirks. ] You changed your hair.
He tells Istredd he will be there an hour past sundown—or what will be sundown in Thorne. The moon is bright when he steps through the portal.
As Istredd anticipates, Geralt locates the mage with little effort. His hair may be a different length, but he certainly smells the same.
He walks up to Istredd without announcement and pulls out a chair. The man looks as if he's seen better days, but what else is new? He's aware of the excursion to that island. Knowing Istredd, he'd have not stayed away. Geralt, meanwhile, looks the same—that is to say, the same cloak of tired and unamused he always wears.
Still, his eyebrow quirks. ] You changed your hair.
Edited 2024-01-05 01:42 (UTC)
After seeing Triss in Nocwich (can be after Geralt did too lol)
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2024-02-06 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Triss is here, she was Summoned to Solvunn.
[ in a very similar series of events, the next time that geralt approaches kaer morhen, his wolf will be waiting at the doors. there will be a rolled parchment, tied off with a dark ribbon and a sprig of lilac.
geralt will get a single guess as to the author.
there does not appear to be any dates associated with out, and its timing is vague enough - if the wolf has had the letter in his possession for any extended period or time, or if it materialized just yesterday. even the handwriting does not seem to be made with much urgency. ]
wanted to keep contact. not that she ever needs to worry about geralt calling her out on it. if he decides to notice it at all.
( it is the horizon, so there is no way for geralt to see the imprint of quill on parchment, but perhaps some part of him reads your friend and might think that maybe, perhaps, there had been a different salutations.
all my love had felt right at first, but yennefer had thought better of it before tying the letter off. maybe next time. ) ]
geralt will get a single guess as to the author.
there does not appear to be any dates associated with out, and its timing is vague enough - if the wolf has had the letter in his possession for any extended period or time, or if it materialized just yesterday. even the handwriting does not seem to be made with much urgency. ]
Dear Friend,[ which is to say, no, yennefer didn't really have a reason for this letter. no gathering invitations or important news that needed to be shared - instead, geralt probably gets the distinct feeling that yennefer just...wanted to send him one.
The last time I recall sitting down and writing a correspondence such as this one, we were back on the Continent. It had been a promise, to make certain of the safety of what had, at the time, been our world for Ciri's return. I understand now, perhaps better than I ever would back then, that it was also not my promise to make.
You would have known as much upon reading, and it is possible I did too.
I don't suppose it matters nearly as much here, as the forces we face aren't like anything from the Continent. Forces that cannot be gripped or guided as easily as the ebbs and flows of kingdoms and empires back there; but they are not dissimilar, entirely.
That is to say, things have been relatively quiet where the courts of Thorne are concerned. It does make me nervous, some curling sensation in my gut that makes me wonder if there is something else brewing on the horizon. With the return to the island and subsequent investigations, I can't imagine that the territories of this place would sit idly by...but I digress.
I take it that you have either found her yourself or have been made aware, but Triss has been Summoned to Solvunn. Part of me wanted to assume it was some sense of the Singularity trying to even out our chaos across the territories, but that would not take into account that you, Jaskier, and Ciri were all originally Summoned to Thorne...
Next Nocwich I am in search of a variety of ingredients; my alchemy classes have started to become monotonous and routine. If you have found anything of note in the Cities or the surrounding lands, I would not be against purchasing it from you. We can discuss more at that time, but if you do take to the sands on whatever jobs or hunts you have to spend your time completing, do keep your eyes open.
Your Friend,
Yennefer.
wanted to keep contact. not that she ever needs to worry about geralt calling her out on it. if he decides to notice it at all.
( it is the horizon, so there is no way for geralt to see the imprint of quill on parchment, but perhaps some part of him reads your friend and might think that maybe, perhaps, there had been a different salutations.
all my love had felt right at first, but yennefer had thought better of it before tying the letter off. maybe next time. ) ]
So what do you make about this whole voting thing?
I'm not sure our involvement matters.
[ He's seen efforts to counsel, but it's hard to tell what difference it makes. Centuries of bad blood makes for a powerful barrier. ]
But in my experience,
It's difficult to put something back
once you've unleashed it.
[ He's seen efforts to counsel, but it's hard to tell what difference it makes. Centuries of bad blood makes for a powerful barrier. ]
But in my experience,
It's difficult to put something back
once you've unleashed it.
Yo. You guys gettin' any of this stupid storm? I'm not a weatherman, but somethin' in me says this has got a lot to do with those crazy fuckin' knives.
[ geralt and steve had left on their trip a couple of days prior. sam and steve have been keeping in close enough contact since then - steve, unfortunately, having to deal with the absurd constant-thought-train from sam as he's running around cadens. it may simply be an aspect of dating sam wilson that steve hadn't considered, but it's too late now.
ALL THIS TO SAY, geralt's been spared sam's 'i'm running across town and need something to occupy my time with' until now. the message comes with no warning, but also, so is the way of these things. ]
ALL THIS TO SAY, geralt's been spared sam's 'i'm running across town and need something to occupy my time with' until now. the message comes with no warning, but also, so is the way of these things. ]
QUESTION FOR YOU
WANTED TO ASK WHEN YOU WERE IN TOWN
BUT SCHEDULES AND STORMS AND ALL THAT
NOW A GOOD TIME?
Edited (i apparently completely forgot how to html) 2024-03-14 12:59 (UTC)
My condolences on your loss, Geralt. You don't seem like someone who likes to talk about it, but I am around if you feel otherwise.
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