[ 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]

[ 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. ]