[ OPEN / CLOSED ] adieu to all the faceless things

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: Pre-event, post-mine jail
Where: Cadens; Horizon
What: Geralt takes care of some business now that he's home + putters around his Horizon
Warnings: Standard Witcher canon


(( horizon open. plot with me discontinued for more specific starters. ))

Comments

— ◈ sam.

[gynvael]

[ A scant few days have passed since Geralt's returned home, and settling back into his routine hasn't been difficult. When he isn't hunting, he's not doing much. Most of his time is spent constructing the cellar downstairs; he's divided the area into two rooms. So all that's needed is some furniture. Shelves, mostly.

It's strange to have a place that feels permanent. Much more so than the floor they rented for years.

Something's been on his mind, though: his conversation with Blake. It is, in truth, a subject he's considered discussing with Sam now and again, but he'd been sidelined by so much shit, he kept pushing it further and further back. Dean's turn as a demon. Ciri in danger, again. Monsters spilling through fissures between reality. The rush of memories. Then Julie. Only now has he had time to sit and think, and he realizes he cannot delay any longer. Besides. While his offer to speak to Sam had not seemed to satisfy Blake, his reasons for going to his friend go beyond that.

He arrives at Sam's home without announcement. It's empty, which is fine. Geralt expects Sam will return soon. He finds a drink and settles in the kitchen, turning over a newssheet on the table—released by the city. It's old, detailing Cauldor Wain's arrest, but he can imagine why Sam has kept it.

He needn't ask Sam's thoughts on what happened. He already knows.

In any case, that's where Sam will find Geralt when he enters: on a chair at the kitchen table, an ale to the side, studying one of the printed pamphlets. ]

OTA — ◈ horizon.

[gynvael]

[ Though Geralt seldom lingers in his domain long, he has a habit of visiting more often in the winter months simply so he can experience something resembling winter. The hot desert sands do not suffice.

The snow falls thicker over the Blue Mountains. The weather never turns into a storm, though—despite the frosty temperatures, the air is pleasant and the thick white blanket on the ground is always freshly powdered. Beneath the snow, bones whitened from age can be seen, left there long ago.

You can occasionally find him atop the training posts, but often, he isn't there at all. Don't worry—stay long enough, and he'll eventually peer out from where he's been inside Kaer Morhen or he'll ride through the front entrance on Roach. In the meantime, you can keep company with the white wolf that wanders the exterior. It's more wild than not, so chances are, it won't be too friendly...but it can be bribed with meat. If you're lucky (or on good terms with Geralt), it may even allow you to pet it.

The truly impatient—or bold—can simply knock on the heavy wooden doors to the fortress itself. Who can say? Geralt might let you in. ]