No, it's— [ He makes a vague gesture with his hand, like he realizes it's a term specific to not only his world, but his people altogether. ] What we call it. The life of a Witcher.
[ The fish in his part of the Continent are mostly plain, grey, and you can look at them by stopping at any lake or river in the forest, that's the real disconnect here. One day, she can show him a koi pond or an exotic tropical tank, and then he will probably watch it for good while.
His head tilts, thinking about it. The sea drying up in that area is an ancient thing, back in the time of the elves. The name Kaer Morhen is in Elder, just a bastardization of it after all this time. There are fossils of creatures at the base of the keep. Maybe an elven construction once laid beneath the keep itself. Who knows? Much of that history has been buried. ]
A prophecy? [ He's curious, that's all. Seas overflowing sounds not unlike the world dying in an unfathomable winter. Prophecies are all his world has when it comes to predicting doom; several of them, changing across time, existing concurrently in different shapes and forms between villages. The one that he refers to, though, is older, more well-known as far as prophecies go. Its connection to Ciri is still something he hasn't fully grasped, but for a long time, they were only words, recorded in books and academic works. Lately, he's been less sure. ] The elves have one that speak of an unending frost.
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[ The fish in his part of the Continent are mostly plain, grey, and you can look at them by stopping at any lake or river in the forest, that's the real disconnect here. One day, she can show him a koi pond or an exotic tropical tank, and then he will probably watch it for good while.
His head tilts, thinking about it. The sea drying up in that area is an ancient thing, back in the time of the elves. The name Kaer Morhen is in Elder, just a bastardization of it after all this time. There are fossils of creatures at the base of the keep. Maybe an elven construction once laid beneath the keep itself. Who knows? Much of that history has been buried. ]
A prophecy? [ He's curious, that's all. Seas overflowing sounds not unlike the world dying in an unfathomable winter. Prophecies are all his world has when it comes to predicting doom; several of them, changing across time, existing concurrently in different shapes and forms between villages. The one that he refers to, though, is older, more well-known as far as prophecies go. Its connection to Ciri is still something he hasn't fully grasped, but for a long time, they were only words, recorded in books and academic works. Lately, he's been less sure. ] The elves have one that speak of an unending frost.