[ geralt isn't the first that sam has come across, either. it's been hours since he first made it through the portal, and his wings have been on and off in use the entire time, but sam's had to keep track of his airtime more specifically here than he really has before. it's not impossible, just one more aspect he has to keep in mind alongside the rest of the aspects of the wings. rather than using the power, he catches the wind from the mountaintop, and glides with the help of gusts and gravity.
but they're finding them, one by one, and that is all the motivation sam needs to keep going. at the rate they're going, sam is settling into the realization that this is going to take days, not hours, but that's okay. that's okay. he can do this all day.
the sun is beginning to set, and the wind is picking up in turn. he knows that the search will have to be put off if the weather gets much worse, but after knowing the dangers that are out here, the monsters and acolytes and whatever it is that he's seen tracks for, he's not exactly ready to turn in yet.
which, as it turns out, was the right move considering the voice he hears not a few minutes later. you're late and sam catches the sight of geralt stepping through the trees. without thinking, sam dips down to the ground (he'd only been about ten feet up, so not a difficult thing) and then - after a brief, quick look to make sure just how fragile and held together geralt really is - closes the rest of the distance on foot before his arms go around geralt in a hug that is equal parts relief and shock and two months worth of adrenaline all rolled into one. ]
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but they're finding them, one by one, and that is all the motivation sam needs to keep going. at the rate they're going, sam is settling into the realization that this is going to take days, not hours, but that's okay. that's okay. he can do this all day.
the sun is beginning to set, and the wind is picking up in turn. he knows that the search will have to be put off if the weather gets much worse, but after knowing the dangers that are out here, the monsters and acolytes and whatever it is that he's seen tracks for, he's not exactly ready to turn in yet.
which, as it turns out, was the right move considering the voice he hears not a few minutes later. you're late and sam catches the sight of geralt stepping through the trees. without thinking, sam dips down to the ground (he'd only been about ten feet up, so not a difficult thing) and then - after a brief, quick look to make sure just how fragile and held together geralt really is - closes the rest of the distance on foot before his arms go around geralt in a hug that is equal parts relief and shock and two months worth of adrenaline all rolled into one. ]
Holy shit, man.