[ Once he leaves John, he can't shake what happened. It feels like he's seen something he shouldn't—a door unlocked. He still isn't certain what the fuck happened. He only knows it unsettled John, and in turn, that has unsettled Geralt.
He promises John he will return. It's not his intention to abandon the man, but he needs time to clear his head. And what's a few hours, days, to their eternal years? At first, he tries the Horizon. Settles into the thick snow, the crackling hearth. But something there isn't right, either. The cabin flickers in and out, crumbling stone walls shimmering through. A name he hasn't thought of in centuries rings clear in his mind: Kaer Morhen.
(Why would he remember that now?)
He leaves. Takes Roach and rides eastward. His path is not difficult to spot, moss and trees sprouting where he goes, but even his forest is...wrong. The roots are thicker, impossibly tangled; blood smears the grass and rocks. In the midst of his darkening woods, he glimpses a familiar figure ahead—one he realizes is coming towards him.
awakening — ◈ dean.
He promises John he will return. It's not his intention to abandon the man, but he needs time to clear his head. And what's a few hours, days, to their eternal years? At first, he tries the Horizon. Settles into the thick snow, the crackling hearth. But something there isn't right, either. The cabin flickers in and out, crumbling stone walls shimmering through. A name he hasn't thought of in centuries rings clear in his mind: Kaer Morhen.
(Why would he remember that now?)
He leaves. Takes Roach and rides eastward. His path is not difficult to spot, moss and trees sprouting where he goes, but even his forest is...wrong. The roots are thicker, impossibly tangled; blood smears the grass and rocks. In the midst of his darkening woods, he glimpses a familiar figure ahead—one he realizes is coming towards him.
Geralt slows Roach to a stop. ] Dean.