[ Instinct makes him want to follow Ciri closely in case she needs help, but that's a poor decision on the ice. He waits until she and Caitlyn are clear—then follows. The ice splits, collapsing behind him, seconds after he steps off.
His breath curls into the frigid air. He glances up at the mountain ridge, the sparse tree-line come into view. Where the fuck did they land? He's been to Thorne's mountains, the northern peaks in Hayle. These aren't familiar.
It is an improvement, though. Better than a rancid pit, better than being trapped with nowhere to go. But Geralt's spirits are noticeably more subdued than Ciri's—in part out of focus on the situation and in part because that's simply how he is.
Still, as he flexes his fingers, he can feel something different. A strength returning. He crouches down, hand on the ground. When he concentrates, a flare of heat sizzles the the snow, turning it to steam.
One problem solved. Never a better time for his Signs to stabilize. ]
We need shelter. [ He rises to his feet. ] And kindling.
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His breath curls into the frigid air. He glances up at the mountain ridge, the sparse tree-line come into view. Where the fuck did they land? He's been to Thorne's mountains, the northern peaks in Hayle. These aren't familiar.
It is an improvement, though. Better than a rancid pit, better than being trapped with nowhere to go. But Geralt's spirits are noticeably more subdued than Ciri's—in part out of focus on the situation and in part because that's simply how he is.
Still, as he flexes his fingers, he can feel something different. A strength returning. He crouches down, hand on the ground. When he concentrates, a flare of heat sizzles the the snow, turning it to steam.
One problem solved. Never a better time for his Signs to stabilize. ]
We need shelter. [ He rises to his feet. ] And kindling.