[ A small smile curls his lips. The stormy skies above calm slightly, and some of the tension eases. He likes to think of the coming winter. He likes to think that there will be many winters between them, and plenty of springs to reunite during. And it is, of course, about himself as much as it is about Ciri. His retreat to the mountain is meant to be one of solitude, but there are those whose company does not infringe upon his need to be alone. They are as much a part of the calm he seeks as the snowy peaks and thick brush.
They continue to ride. Geralt is not silent, but he is of few words as usual, content to listen to John talk while he makes the occasional remark. Eventually, they reach a small waterfall. The rushing water pours into a lake below, sparkling under the starlit sky. The clouds may be heavy and grey, but the night's nice enough. It isn't as though either of them are bothered by a little rain and thunder.
He hops off Roach and leads her to the edge of the water to drink. He glances over his shoulder at John. Geralt's eyes take on a faint golden glow in the night, reflecting the light. He tips his head towards the lake. ] Join me.
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They continue to ride. Geralt is not silent, but he is of few words as usual, content to listen to John talk while he makes the occasional remark. Eventually, they reach a small waterfall. The rushing water pours into a lake below, sparkling under the starlit sky. The clouds may be heavy and grey, but the night's nice enough. It isn't as though either of them are bothered by a little rain and thunder.
He hops off Roach and leads her to the edge of the water to drink. He glances over his shoulder at John. Geralt's eyes take on a faint golden glow in the night, reflecting the light. He tips his head towards the lake. ] Join me.
[ It's not a question. ]