[ Geralt settles back to observe the nonsense. He still does not know why they are here, but the truth is, there needn't be a reason. The world is small when one has wandered every corner of it again and again. Not that he's bored. Far from it. He isn't anything. This continent is what it is. It's theirs, home, and he likes the familiarity. ]
You're lucky they find the beast charming.
[ All feathers and fluff. Geralt is not acknowledging that he finds the form charming, as well. Not out loud, anyhow.
He drops the pit onto the ground and idly wipes his sticky fingers on his trousers. Roach nickers as she grazes under the tree. It's not as though they've elsewhere to be, but Geralt is growing tired of the stench. He may not complain, but it doesn't mean he can't smell it. He smells everything a little too much, actually. ]
Are you done? [ He wants to leave before the inevitable heretical sacrifices arrive. ]
wrap soon?
You're lucky they find the beast charming.
[ All feathers and fluff. Geralt is not acknowledging that he finds the form charming, as well. Not out loud, anyhow.
He drops the pit onto the ground and idly wipes his sticky fingers on his trousers. Roach nickers as she grazes under the tree. It's not as though they've elsewhere to be, but Geralt is growing tired of the stench. He may not complain, but it doesn't mean he can't smell it. He smells everything a little too much, actually. ]
Are you done? [ He wants to leave before the inevitable heretical sacrifices arrive. ]