[ At some point, later, Geralt will consider more thoroughly the idea that Louis apparently exists in a world where everyone around him resembles a bipedal animal of some kind. At the moment, he has exactly one concern, and it's whether or not this will become a problem.
Though judging by that wagging tail, perhaps not. He raises an eyebrow. A part of him relaxes. Really? The deer came back with two predators for friends? Stranger things, he supposes.
He sighs. The faintest tension remains in him, at the lion, but Geralt does not otherwise react. If Louis recognizes them, manifested them, then he likely has some control over them. The how and why, he'll...work on that another time. When he hasn't got a fucking lion staring him down. ]
Are we finished? Can I leave you with these illusions of yours or am I to return tomorrow to find a deer shredded to pieces?
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Though judging by that wagging tail, perhaps not. He raises an eyebrow. A part of him relaxes. Really? The deer came back with two predators for friends? Stranger things, he supposes.
He sighs. The faintest tension remains in him, at the lion, but Geralt does not otherwise react. If Louis recognizes them, manifested them, then he likely has some control over them. The how and why, he'll...work on that another time. When he hasn't got a fucking lion staring him down. ]
Are we finished? Can I leave you with these illusions of yours or am I to return tomorrow to find a deer shredded to pieces?