[ CLOSED ] hands like skeleton bones

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + the Queen, Yennefer, Various
When: After Nov. 12
Where: Castle Thorne, Nott, Cadens
What: Geralt goes on an Adventure and has a great time
Warnings: Blood, violence, trauma



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THORNE: the queen + yennefer | kylo | mal | jolene
NOTT: julie | nadine | lloyd
CADENS: jaskier + sam | sam | ciri | jaskier

Comments

[princessvegas]

I mean, turnin' stuff into other stuff is just science. I only ever heard of alchemy as takin' cheap stuff like iron and lead, then turnin' it into gold. It ain't real, though, not back home. You can't turn one element into another, you'd have to be able to add electrons or somethin' like that. We got a whole table of all the different elements and how many particles are in each one.

[ Welcome to high school chemistry with Julie. She can remember certain vocabulary words, but don't ask her to define them. She's honestly not even sure about that electron thing, but it sounds good. Next lesson, papier-mâché volcanoes.

Without much thought, she pulls the blanket back over him once he's in bed, then sits in a chair to swap her shoes into sturdier boots. ] Right, so don't make me take you down, boy.

Okay, I gotta go back downstairs, put dinner on the fire, then I have to brush the horses, 'specially that one you came on, he's a mess. I'll be back up to put more of Nadine's salve on your back later, I'll bring supper then. Need anythin' else?

[gynvael]

[ Julie has clearly maxed out his capacity to follow along; he's been doing fairly well for a bit with the dinosaurs, but being upright for this long is starting to wear on him and half of what she's saying no longer makes any sense. She gets a vague grunt of acknowledgement for her attempt to explain, one that says he'll just take her at her word.

Right. The horse. He nearly tells Julie the horse is hers to keep, that he'll be worth selling or renting out—Thorne keeps good horses at the castle, or at least this one is—but Geralt decides it doesn't need to be said; she's likely gathered that already. Where else is the horse going to go? It's not a matter of owing her—after everything she's done for him, what she's said, he knows better than to try to repay her in any material way, that that's not what any of this is about—but the horse is already here and coin is coin. Always worth having, if you can. Not like he can take the animal with him, where he's going.

He shakes his head. Getting on the bed seems to have abruptly reminded his body that it needs more sleep, and his eyes are already half-shut. ] I'll be fine.