[ The way her voice trails off is probably more ominous than she intends, but her mind quickly travels back to the Shroud. Both in the thick of the deepest woods to the edges that lined the craggy peaks of Gyr Abania, certain trees had a habit of moving about. Or, rather, certain Seedkin looked quite a bit like them.
There's a pause as she narrows her eyes further before registering that Geralt and his trusty steed (number X?) are beside her. One final glance and she nods, pulling herself up onto the horse behind him. ]
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[ The way her voice trails off is probably more ominous than she intends, but her mind quickly travels back to the Shroud. Both in the thick of the deepest woods to the edges that lined the craggy peaks of Gyr Abania, certain trees had a habit of moving about. Or, rather, certain Seedkin looked quite a bit like them.
There's a pause as she narrows her eyes further before registering that Geralt and his trusty steed (number X?) are beside her. One final glance and she nods, pulling herself up onto the horse behind him. ]