[ Wouldn't it be lovely if they could just leave all the bullshit back in their own worlds, but no, it seems they're all cursed to drag their baggage along with them. Geralt's baggage somehow manages to be much more directly impactful to everyone else than the rest, but none of them can say they really got a clean slate here. ] Maybe you can't, but you don't have to think about it every second, either. You won't figure out anythin' if you make yourself crazy tryin'.
[ He holds up the lantern and she hums, perhaps the first time she has actually displayed satisfaction with her magic in front of anyone else. Usually she is too frustrated, too focused on what she got wrong, but the lantern is something that she actually succeeded in making when she meant to. ]
Mm-hmm. Fire is -- [ she makes a vague gesture with one hand; risky goes unsaid. ] But these clouds... I was makin' 'em on accident, at first. Out in the real world too, which is a pain in the ass because they soak everythin'. So I started tryin' to make 'em on purpose instead. They were a lot bigger, in the beginnin'. Not as big as real clouds, but too big to do anythin' but make a mess. But the more I made, the more they were what I wanted, instead of just how they were on their own, and then I had the idea.
[ To lock them away, make them something she could control. The storms started because she couldn't control her pain, and her fear of lightning made the big ones unpredictable, dangerous. But the more she forced herself to actually take the reins, direct the magic, the smaller and more manageable they became, until they were small enough to close away. ]
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[ He holds up the lantern and she hums, perhaps the first time she has actually displayed satisfaction with her magic in front of anyone else. Usually she is too frustrated, too focused on what she got wrong, but the lantern is something that she actually succeeded in making when she meant to. ]
Mm-hmm. Fire is -- [ she makes a vague gesture with one hand; risky goes unsaid. ] But these clouds... I was makin' 'em on accident, at first. Out in the real world too, which is a pain in the ass because they soak everythin'. So I started tryin' to make 'em on purpose instead. They were a lot bigger, in the beginnin'. Not as big as real clouds, but too big to do anythin' but make a mess. But the more I made, the more they were what I wanted, instead of just how they were on their own, and then I had the idea.
[ To lock them away, make them something she could control. The storms started because she couldn't control her pain, and her fear of lightning made the big ones unpredictable, dangerous. But the more she forced herself to actually take the reins, direct the magic, the smaller and more manageable they became, until they were small enough to close away. ]
They make good night lights.