[ Spring brings him down from the mountains. He often ignores Echoes during the first few weeks. He prefers to visit old friends, spend time with the people he's not seen in months, and leave the mortals to their own devices. On occasion, though, trouble finds him.
Like now.
Geralt looks up. This is what he gets for wandering near the Witchwood. Perhaps next time he will take the long way around to avoid whatever chaos seems to inevitably rear its snarling head in the area. For now, it's Rocket. They're what Geralt would call friends, which means he won't say no.
His eyebrow lifts, and he slips off his hood to dispel the shroud. His gaze flicks between Rocket and the creature. The trees shake. Thin spiderweb cracks spread over the earth. In the split second pause, it takes the opportunity to flee. ]
Yours? [ He's not accusing, just. Curious. His sword appears in his hand, the blade humming gently. He's carried it for the past six, seven hundred years, ever since Ciri gifted it to him. The runes shimmer ever-so-faintly under the light. He nods towards where the beast slipped away. ]
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Like now.
Geralt looks up. This is what he gets for wandering near the Witchwood. Perhaps next time he will take the long way around to avoid whatever chaos seems to inevitably rear its snarling head in the area. For now, it's Rocket. They're what Geralt would call friends, which means he won't say no.
His eyebrow lifts, and he slips off his hood to dispel the shroud. His gaze flicks between Rocket and the creature. The trees shake. Thin spiderweb cracks spread over the earth. In the split second pause, it takes the opportunity to flee. ]
Yours? [ He's not accusing, just. Curious. His sword appears in his hand, the blade humming gently. He's carried it for the past six, seven hundred years, ever since Ciri gifted it to him. The runes shimmer ever-so-faintly under the light. He nods towards where the beast slipped away. ]
Cut it off. I'll circle around.