[ CLOSED ] though my feet my rest

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: August
Where: Cadens, Horizon
What: August catch-all
Warnings: General Witcher canon stuff.


(( starters below. plot with me discontinued. ))

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[gynvael]

[ On the run, hmm? From what feels like a natural question, but Geralt keeps it to himself for now. With one as Rocket, it could be many reasons.

His expression turns thoughtful. He tilts his head. ] I did. When I was a boy. But I never imagined flying off the sphere. Leaving home meant crossing into the next kingdom.

[ There are those who don't set a one foot past their village gate. It's a lot more effort to achieve when your options are to walk for weeks or saddle up a horse if you're lucky enough to own one. Venturing into another world was so beyond the realm of possibility, it never crossed his mind even in a childish fantasy. To him back then, to most of the Continent still, there were no spheres to go to. They were supposed to have shattered during the Conjunction.

Now he's here. Off-world in a way he never expected. ]

[respiting]

Oh, yeah? Anywhere cool?

[ After seeing the looks of this place, Rocket's curious now. What does the rest of Geralt's world look like? Do kingdoms ever change the way they look, and now that he's thinking about it, he actually isn't sure he's familiar with what the hell a kingdom even is. All he can imagine is the Sovereign. ]

Yeah, about that — you really never leave your planet, huh? Guess I still gotta get used to the idea that people just ... stay on their one planet their whole lives.

[gynvael]

[ No. They don't. The only other memory he has of leaving the sphere involved a dead world full of scorched red sand and dust thicker than the storms in Cadens. ]

I prefer staying on land.

[ Hell, he's never even crossed the two seas to reach the southern continents. There wasn't a reason to.

He pauses, tilting his head. To Rocket? He has to wonder if the swathe of trees and lakes are of any note for one who hops from planet to planet. ]

I imagined castles. Cities filled with people. I didn't see much beyond our cabin until I was... [ He searches for a word not so charged as abandoned. ] Brought to Kaer Morhen. Here.

[respiting]

Was it a shock? Seeing all that new stuff. And then coming to this place, Abraxas I mean, and hearing about all these other worlds, other lands.

[ 'Cause to him ... well, it's still kind of surprising; it's almost even humbling in a way, to know that even with access to a spaceship and the manipulation of time, this Abraxas place and every last stinkin' planet all of the rest of the Summoned come from could still be beyond his reach.

Most of these places he'd never even heard of. Hell, being in this snow-covered stone-walled hall is impressive. It ain't a place he'd want to live on, but it's still worth the visit. ]

[gynvael]

[ Was it? It isn't accurate to say no, but Geralt often focuses on the immediate problems. The vast wonderment of the world was the last thing he considered. He was preoccupied with being put in a dungeon before he could gather his bearings. Then there was the question of how the fuck Ciri stood before him from several years into his future—a girl he didn't remember ever meeting at the time. When they finally fled to Cadens months later, this world had grown familiar.

It's a complicated answer. Geralt distils it into a sparse, ] I had other shit on my mind.

[ Helps Abraxas bears similarities to the Continent.

Geralt evidently has other things on his mind now, too. Or perhaps he just isn't one to carry a conversation for long. A brief silence passes before he simply rises, pouring Rocket the last bit of the liquor. ]

I'm needed elsewhere. [ He has things to attend to in the physical world—though Rocket hasn't been unwelcome company. ] Stay as you like. Just don't break anything.

wrapped! 🎀

[respiting]

[ Well, when he gets a refill on his liquor, who is he to just leave it and split?

He nods instead, looking as though he's happy enough to remain settled here, drinking and observing this strange snowy cavern. ]

Yeah, sure. [ What's left here to break? But never mind that. He lifts his mug in salute. ] You go do your thing, I'll lock up before I leave.

[ It's a joke. ]