[ Having won the wyvern through its stomach, Geralt ventures to pat Adelheid on its scaly neck. They're majestic creatures. Almost makes him feel a bit bad about the nests of wyverns he's exterminated back home. (Almost. They were still eating the villagers.)
Sounds like Hilda. Perhaps he will return for the full story.
He looks up at the wyvern at the question, then glances at Claude. His head tilts. ] I suppose a fall won't kill me here.
[ The only time he's ridden a wyvern was when he landed on one and pierced it through the spine before it crashed into the muddy swamp beneath, but that's neither here nor there. Can't be a more jarring experience than a train that spins itself on metal tracks. (The rollercoasters are imprinted in his memories, mostly for Jaskier passing the fuck out upon them.) ]
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Sounds like Hilda. Perhaps he will return for the full story.
He looks up at the wyvern at the question, then glances at Claude. His head tilts. ] I suppose a fall won't kill me here.
[ The only time he's ridden a wyvern was when he landed on one and pierced it through the spine before it crashed into the muddy swamp beneath, but that's neither here nor there. Can't be a more jarring experience than a train that spins itself on metal tracks. (The rollercoasters are imprinted in his memories, mostly for Jaskier passing the fuck out upon them.) ]
You're coming with, I trust?