[ Fair assumption, about the mountains. That's not where, though. Nothing out there, nothing up here, that can be counted as a settlement. Not really. He shakes his head. ] Everywhere but. We only return first frost.
[ Underneath the casual explanation, the faintest wistful hint lingers. Homesick is not a word Geralt would ever use to describe himself, but he was on his way, to come home for the winter, and then he was in that fucking well. Perhaps Amos is mulling over the same—how he sighs and talks of...rockets. Whatever the hell those are. He chooses not to ask; the point remains. He gets it's something Amos had, back in his world, that isn't here.
And though Geralt's listening, in that way of his where it's difficult to tell whether he's truly paying attention—it isn't until Amos says felt something weird that Geralt's eyes cut upward. What sparks in his gaze, almost visibly, is more than just interest; there's a sense he's settling into old, familiar instincts. Turning in his head what he's already learned, what he's being told now.
Different. He considers—leaves what he's been asked unanswered while he does. Different how? His senses had returned, overwhelming him, but he suspects that isn't what Amos is means. He backtracks through the conversation to find a better question, one that might grant him more to work with. ] Use what?
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[ Underneath the casual explanation, the faintest wistful hint lingers. Homesick is not a word Geralt would ever use to describe himself, but he was on his way, to come home for the winter, and then he was in that fucking well. Perhaps Amos is mulling over the same—how he sighs and talks of...rockets. Whatever the hell those are. He chooses not to ask; the point remains. He gets it's something Amos had, back in his world, that isn't here.
And though Geralt's listening, in that way of his where it's difficult to tell whether he's truly paying attention—it isn't until Amos says felt something weird that Geralt's eyes cut upward. What sparks in his gaze, almost visibly, is more than just interest; there's a sense he's settling into old, familiar instincts. Turning in his head what he's already learned, what he's being told now.
Different. He considers—leaves what he's been asked unanswered while he does. Different how? His senses had returned, overwhelming him, but he suspects that isn't what Amos is means. He backtracks through the conversation to find a better question, one that might grant him more to work with. ] Use what?