[ When he drifts through the natural woods of the land, it's difficult to tell where his forest begins and that of the continent's ends. They blend together, trickling brooks and flitting birds occupying the space. Maybe the point is that it doesn't matter. He hears her all the same from where he sits by the water, feels her distress reverberating through the shuddering trees. The lake's surface ripples.
He rises to his feet. His horse lifts her head, shuffling nervously as Serenity's pale figure tumbles through the thicket.
Geralt catches her by the shoulders before she can trip over the gnarled roots and tangled thorny bushes. They begin to withdraw from her path, as if belatedly responding to her careless fleeing. ]
I'm here. What is it? [ He peers at her. Over the centuries, he's remained largely unchanged, but she has not—though he no longer has a clear memory of the girl she once was. ] What's wrong?
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He rises to his feet. His horse lifts her head, shuffling nervously as Serenity's pale figure tumbles through the thicket.
Geralt catches her by the shoulders before she can trip over the gnarled roots and tangled thorny bushes. They begin to withdraw from her path, as if belatedly responding to her careless fleeing. ]
I'm here. What is it? [ He peers at her. Over the centuries, he's remained largely unchanged, but she has not—though he no longer has a clear memory of the girl she once was. ] What's wrong?