[ That part, Louis is on his own for. It's less learning, more doing, because the only wisdom about the process Geralt can impart is stop thinking about so fucking much. Which seems to have helped Alucard, mildly, so who knows. Maybe it is worth something.
He appears to be done taking questions, in any case. His eyes fall shut. Entering takes not long for him; there's a thread, a path, one he still isn't entirely sure what it means. It leads him in. He lands where he always does: at the front of his domain, the snow crunching beneath his boots. His appearance is virtually unchanged, save for the silver wolf head medallion that now hangs around his neck.
Being here has never felt comfortable. It's a necessity, not a place to relax. He plans on leaving as soon as Louis is in -- who he looks for now, waiting patiently for the deer to appear. Time to find out if this even works as intended. ]
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[ That part, Louis is on his own for. It's less learning, more doing, because the only wisdom about the process Geralt can impart is stop thinking about so fucking much. Which seems to have helped Alucard, mildly, so who knows. Maybe it is worth something.
He appears to be done taking questions, in any case. His eyes fall shut. Entering takes not long for him; there's a thread, a path, one he still isn't entirely sure what it means. It leads him in. He lands where he always does: at the front of his domain, the snow crunching beneath his boots. His appearance is virtually unchanged, save for the silver wolf head medallion that now hangs around his neck.
Being here has never felt comfortable. It's a necessity, not a place to relax. He plans on leaving as soon as Louis is in -- who he looks for now, waiting patiently for the deer to appear. Time to find out if this even works as intended. ]