[ The pause before he answers feels like it takes an hour. Something is wrong, something very drastic has happened, because he should be a million miles away in Cadens, but he's here and how??
She's standing outside the door, still, her hood covering her hair and a spare cloak in her other hand. Cadens is in the desert. He wouldn't have needed one out there. Words appear and fade across a puddle that she immediately splashes through, paying no attention to the hem of her skirt getting damp.
It doesn't take her long to reach him, though she is in danger of passing by him in the alley. She knows better than to look like she's looking for something or someone, but god is it hard to restrain.
Things have been so shady lately, all across Abraxas. The tension, the new people, the ghosts. Even she can feel it. And now this. It has to mean something, right? The last time she lived through this many "coincidences", everyone else didn't.
There's movement in her peripheral vision, and she turns toward it. ]
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She's standing outside the door, still, her hood covering her hair and a spare cloak in her other hand. Cadens is in the desert. He wouldn't have needed one out there. Words appear and fade across a puddle that she immediately splashes through, paying no attention to the hem of her skirt getting damp.
It doesn't take her long to reach him, though she is in danger of passing by him in the alley. She knows better than to look like she's looking for something or someone, but god is it hard to restrain.
Things have been so shady lately, all across Abraxas. The tension, the new people, the ghosts. Even she can feel it. And now this. It has to mean something, right? The last time she lived through this many "coincidences", everyone else didn't.
There's movement in her peripheral vision, and she turns toward it. ]
Geralt?