A girl who's good at breaking things. Now why does that sound familiar? A faint tilt graces his lips, as though he's found something quietly amusing. (Ciri might get along with her.) As is typical, Geralt offers little on the path his thoughts venture.
Her comments—devoid of context for him—draws a curious sidelong glance before he moves on.
"Depends. Should at least know how to stay on one." He lifts his hand in a noncommittal gesture. "Julie will let you borrow her horse. Could probably answer your questions about magic, too."
He imagines so, anyhow. She's evidently fond of the girl. He doesn't say it, but he's glad. It's often uncertain, the bonds that form here. New arrivals do not always last, slipping away through the sands at any given moment—though he supposes that's no different than any other time, is it?
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A girl who's good at breaking things. Now why does that sound familiar? A faint tilt graces his lips, as though he's found something quietly amusing. (Ciri might get along with her.) As is typical, Geralt offers little on the path his thoughts venture.
Her comments—devoid of context for him—draws a curious sidelong glance before he moves on.
"Depends. Should at least know how to stay on one." He lifts his hand in a noncommittal gesture. "Julie will let you borrow her horse. Could probably answer your questions about magic, too."
He imagines so, anyhow. She's evidently fond of the girl. He doesn't say it, but he's glad. It's often uncertain, the bonds that form here. New arrivals do not always last, slipping away through the sands at any given moment—though he supposes that's no different than any other time, is it?