[ Had you asked him a year ago where he thought he'd be having lessons on wyvern back, he'd have said no. But here they are. He has a motorbike already. Why not a winged reptile?
Geralt listens closely to Claude. Some of it feels familiar, others less. Like steering her into the air—which he does with a light tug on her reins and a quiet appeal to not kick him off. Thick wings stir the air as the wyvern rises off the ground. There's a lurch he isn't quite used to before he settles onto its back.
Then he follows close behind Claude—higher and higher into the sky. The winds grow chilly up here, the sun brighter, even though there is no consistent sun or weather in the Horizon. Below, the Singularity rises from its crater.
Geralt learns easiest through observation; flying beside Claude is the best form of instruction he can have. Eventually, his steering smooths out. Being in the air is entirely new. Thrilling, really, even if Geralt's reaction is subdued as ever. But it's clear he's enjoying it. ]
You've made me wonder how cavalries would be if humans found wyverns to tame on the Continent.
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Geralt listens closely to Claude. Some of it feels familiar, others less. Like steering her into the air—which he does with a light tug on her reins and a quiet appeal to not kick him off. Thick wings stir the air as the wyvern rises off the ground. There's a lurch he isn't quite used to before he settles onto its back.
Then he follows close behind Claude—higher and higher into the sky. The winds grow chilly up here, the sun brighter, even though there is no consistent sun or weather in the Horizon. Below, the Singularity rises from its crater.
Geralt learns easiest through observation; flying beside Claude is the best form of instruction he can have. Eventually, his steering smooths out. Being in the air is entirely new. Thrilling, really, even if Geralt's reaction is subdued as ever. But it's clear he's enjoying it. ]
You've made me wonder how cavalries would be if humans found wyverns to tame on the Continent.