[ The shine of glitter in his hair is unmistakable. There's a sense he's made an attempt to get rid of most of it last night, but that by this point he's given up. It's gotten on his pillows, his blankets, the furs that line the tent; he can't give a shit anymore.
(It is also most definitely Jaskier's and Ciri's fault, but that's neither here nor there. What he gets for letting them run off after that thing on their own.)
In any case, it's not to wring the shimmer out that he's found his way into the baths. He's here because it's this or the tavern, and when he passed by the tavern, he could smell. Her. Underneath the wine and ale. Glimpse her thick black waves. So. Fuck. The bath it is. It isn't crowded, but it isn't empty, either—faces both familiar and not. Geralt picks a familiar one and settles beside Julie against the stone ledges. ]
Hey. [ He takes the bottle of wine next to Julie to steal a sip. A circle of pink flowers and bells around his wrist suggests the children from Solvunn may have cornered him earlier. He jingles said bells with some amusement. ] Feel like one of the goats they've collared.
3b.
(It is also most definitely Jaskier's and Ciri's fault, but that's neither here nor there. What he gets for letting them run off after that thing on their own.)
In any case, it's not to wring the shimmer out that he's found his way into the baths. He's here because it's this or the tavern, and when he passed by the tavern, he could smell. Her. Underneath the wine and ale. Glimpse her thick black waves. So. Fuck. The bath it is. It isn't crowded, but it isn't empty, either—faces both familiar and not. Geralt picks a familiar one and settles beside Julie against the stone ledges. ]
Hey. [ He takes the bottle of wine next to Julie to steal a sip. A circle of pink flowers and bells around his wrist suggests the children from Solvunn may have cornered him earlier. He jingles said bells with some amusement. ] Feel like one of the goats they've collared.