[ He knows. When she grasps him, that determined spark in her eyes. He knows. But there's nothing he can do to stop it. Chaos crackles in the air. He falls—just as he fell onto the dusty sunless desert of the Wild Hunt.
Except. It isn't anywhere unknown. The cave rushes up around him; he lands hard on top of a pile of sticks and dried husks of corn. If someone is there, Geralt pays no mind.
He scrambles to his feet. Tension tightens his chest. Fuck. He limps forward, more than a little wild-eyed. ]
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Except. It isn't anywhere unknown. The cave rushes up around him; he lands hard on top of a pile of sticks and dried husks of corn. If someone is there, Geralt pays no mind.
He scrambles to his feet. Tension tightens his chest. Fuck. He limps forward, more than a little wild-eyed. ]
Ciri? Ciri!