Since his return, Geralt has yet to enter the Horizon. He isn't avoiding it. Just—preoccupied with other shit in the tangible world.
Only when he's home—really home—and things have settled a bit does he go inside. Kaer Morhen stands, unchanged. He hesitates to venture downstairs. Finds it as he left it after all. No nightmares spilling out, no dark locked doors. Just the temple and the light scent of spring blooms.
He doesn't know what makes this time different. (He knows.) Doesn't spend too long dwelling. Instead, he mounts his motorbike—been a spell since he's taken it out—and rides down the snowy slope towards the open path of the Horizon. These days, he's as at home on it as he is on a horse. It's not the same as a companion, but he's learned the appeal.
It wasn't his intent, at first, to go here. But when he passes by a familiar structure,, he slows. The bike rumbles outside. Hm.
He cuts the engine. Possible, that Istredd heard the roar of it, but either way, Geralt isn't discreet as he walks towards the door and knocks.
zooming in late, sorry!!
Only when he's home—really home—and things have settled a bit does he go inside. Kaer Morhen stands, unchanged. He hesitates to venture downstairs. Finds it as he left it after all. No nightmares spilling out, no dark locked doors. Just the temple and the light scent of spring blooms.
He doesn't know what makes this time different. (He knows.) Doesn't spend too long dwelling. Instead, he mounts his motorbike—been a spell since he's taken it out—and rides down the snowy slope towards the open path of the Horizon. These days, he's as at home on it as he is on a horse. It's not the same as a companion, but he's learned the appeal.
It wasn't his intent, at first, to go here. But when he passes by a familiar structure,, he slows. The bike rumbles outside. Hm.
He cuts the engine. Possible, that Istredd heard the roar of it, but either way, Geralt isn't discreet as he walks towards the door and knocks.