[ Geralt slows to a stop while Steve does what he needs. Roach paws the ground nervously before he soothes his mare. It isn't merely the dust; the lightning above would unsettle anyone, and none more so than a horse. He hasn't stepped into the Badlands, but he suspects even the beasts out there might've taken cover in their nests.
And unlike usual, the birds are absent. Hiding.
When Steve emerges, Geralt gives the steed he's chosen a once-over, decides the horse is suitable, and continues alongside him. Between the drumming winds and Geralt's habit of saying very little, most of the ride is in silence until they reach the foot of the northern mountains.
He glances up the jagged slopes, then slides off of Roach. Best to go on foot from here. He shoulders his sword. Tendrils of lightning spark like roots through the heavy clouds. He isn't eager to face what the winds will be like as they climb higher. As soon as Steve joins him, Geralt nods towards the rocky pathway, an indication for Steve to take the lead. Something tells him Steve has a better sense of what they're looking for. ]
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And unlike usual, the birds are absent. Hiding.
When Steve emerges, Geralt gives the steed he's chosen a once-over, decides the horse is suitable, and continues alongside him. Between the drumming winds and Geralt's habit of saying very little, most of the ride is in silence until they reach the foot of the northern mountains.
He glances up the jagged slopes, then slides off of Roach. Best to go on foot from here. He shoulders his sword. Tendrils of lightning spark like roots through the heavy clouds. He isn't eager to face what the winds will be like as they climb higher. As soon as Steve joins him, Geralt nods towards the rocky pathway, an indication for Steve to take the lead. Something tells him Steve has a better sense of what they're looking for. ]