( As they begin to pick their way through the jungle, those wings fold up and disappear. They'll do him no good in crowded or dense forest, they'll only snag on damn near everything and hold him back. It's back to the normal human way of travel for him — and damn, when did he start thinking about it like that? It sits like a splinter under his skin.
Focus on the topic at hand. )
Who's the mage?
( His tone, after nearly two years, is likely familiar to Geralt. It's the low, businesslike one that he adopts when he's serious about something, when the dumb jokes and the references and the pretense dies. He's asking, because... for whatever reason, the factions tend to bring people like that here. They pulled through Lucifer, they pulled through Michael. The odds that they pull through whatever mage is a threat to Ciri are high enough to warrant consideration, and he doesn't want to get caught in the dark on the off-chance.
He'll be more than happy to put a bullet through them if he happens upon them in his periodic trips out to the barracks on New Summoned Day. )
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Focus on the topic at hand. )
Who's the mage?
( His tone, after nearly two years, is likely familiar to Geralt. It's the low, businesslike one that he adopts when he's serious about something, when the dumb jokes and the references and the pretense dies. He's asking, because... for whatever reason, the factions tend to bring people like that here. They pulled through Lucifer, they pulled through Michael. The odds that they pull through whatever mage is a threat to Ciri are high enough to warrant consideration, and he doesn't want to get caught in the dark on the off-chance.
He'll be more than happy to put a bullet through them if he happens upon them in his periodic trips out to the barracks on New Summoned Day. )