[ The look that crosses Sam's face in return leaves Geralt contemplative. He's not certain what to make of it yet. It isn't bad; just leaves him thinking, maybe, about where they've found themselves after all the shit that's happened. He doesn't linger long, standing to lead the way out the door.
The path that winds down the Horizon is the same as ever: domains that rise and sprawl, each interconnected with no rhyme or reason like a mismatched puzzle. His own consists of a snowy mountain trail, much shortened and smoothed out for travellers. The gates and the yard, Sam must've seen before. All the bones buried under the snow. The wolf greets them at the entrance. It's friendlier than it's once been. Less wild, less prone to stalk in the shadows and avoid visitors, though it remains guarded nonetheless with strangers. Sam isn't a stranger, though, so he might get a bump of its wet nose.
Inside is where he really means to show Sam. Geralt pushes open the heavy doors that lead into the main hall. The fire pit and lit torches bring only some warmth to the cold. Much of the wind and snow seeps through the crumbling old walls. Even so, the sense of home permeates the fortress, with ale and food laid out, waiting for those who may not (will not) come. ]
This is Kaer Morhen. Few outsiders see it back home.
[ It isn't real here, so it matters not. He's only built in part, anyway, and its secrecy isn't relevant in this world. ]
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The path that winds down the Horizon is the same as ever: domains that rise and sprawl, each interconnected with no rhyme or reason like a mismatched puzzle. His own consists of a snowy mountain trail, much shortened and smoothed out for travellers. The gates and the yard, Sam must've seen before. All the bones buried under the snow. The wolf greets them at the entrance. It's friendlier than it's once been. Less wild, less prone to stalk in the shadows and avoid visitors, though it remains guarded nonetheless with strangers. Sam isn't a stranger, though, so he might get a bump of its wet nose.
Inside is where he really means to show Sam. Geralt pushes open the heavy doors that lead into the main hall. The fire pit and lit torches bring only some warmth to the cold. Much of the wind and snow seeps through the crumbling old walls. Even so, the sense of home permeates the fortress, with ale and food laid out, waiting for those who may not (will not) come. ]
This is Kaer Morhen. Few outsiders see it back home.
[ It isn't real here, so it matters not. He's only built in part, anyway, and its secrecy isn't relevant in this world. ]