[ Despite the times they've met in the Horizon, Geralt has never ventured to Amos' domain. Amos might have mentioned it once or twice offhand, or maybe not, but—Geralt saw no a reason to, given their meetings were to train, not a social call. (Though perhaps between the two of them, it rather amounts to the same thing.)
Only now does he decide to search Amos out. He'd considered sending a simple message. If they had been less acquainted, he might've done so. But he knows Amos went with Jaskier to help search for him, and they are...friends. Feels like he owes him more of an explanation than a short note.
He ends up asking Sam where Amos' domain might be. If anyone knows it'll be Sam. He gets enough to go on, enough to locate the black space that Sam calls space. The term holds no real meaning to Geralt beyond conceptually. It's strange, but perhaps the fact that he doesn't know anything about space means it isn't as unnerving as it might be to someone else. It doesn't register as emptiness, just blackness lit with distant shining stars like the night sky reflecting in a pool.
The ship is recognizable only because he's been told what it's roughly meant to be. The hunk of metal is easier to accept in the Horizon, where any number of bizarre structures exist. He ducks in, eyeing the interior curiously. Is this home for Amos? Or just a piece of memory? It isn't difficult, once inside, to follow the sound of a heartbeat and find Amos within...whatever this room may be.
Geralt still looks a bit rough, but far better than he was when he first returned. It says something, probably, that he hasn't bothered to put the effort into erasing whatever new injuries or marks he's racked up in the real world. He knocks on the wall, less out of politeness and more to catch Amos' attention. ] Busy?
amos.
Only now does he decide to search Amos out. He'd considered sending a simple message. If they had been less acquainted, he might've done so. But he knows Amos went with Jaskier to help search for him, and they are...friends. Feels like he owes him more of an explanation than a short note.
He ends up asking Sam where Amos' domain might be. If anyone knows it'll be Sam. He gets enough to go on, enough to locate the black space that Sam calls space. The term holds no real meaning to Geralt beyond conceptually. It's strange, but perhaps the fact that he doesn't know anything about space means it isn't as unnerving as it might be to someone else. It doesn't register as emptiness, just blackness lit with distant shining stars like the night sky reflecting in a pool.
The ship is recognizable only because he's been told what it's roughly meant to be. The hunk of metal is easier to accept in the Horizon, where any number of bizarre structures exist. He ducks in, eyeing the interior curiously. Is this home for Amos? Or just a piece of memory? It isn't difficult, once inside, to follow the sound of a heartbeat and find Amos within...whatever this room may be.
Geralt still looks a bit rough, but far better than he was when he first returned. It says something, probably, that he hasn't bothered to put the effort into erasing whatever new injuries or marks he's racked up in the real world. He knocks on the wall, less out of politeness and more to catch Amos' attention. ] Busy?