[ CLOSED ] through open passageways

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: March
Where: Cadens; Horizon
What: Catch-all for things
Warnings: Adding as we go



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[gynvael]

[ She had, in fact. She'd told him most of her life story, strangely detached, and Geralt had granted what was probably too detached of a response in return.

He looks up at the flowers and Jaskier's little awning and the fluffy gryphon yawning in the sun. It is a strange serenity. It feels incongruous given all that's happened, and yet. With Jaskier, he can't imagine it any other way.

His expression softens for a second. Then he huffs. ] Jaskier. There isn't a damn soul left to tell. Even the people across the continent know you opened a flower stall.

[ He saw Jaskier advertise his wares throughout the summit. In truth, he thinks if anyone could flit from territory to territory unhindered, perhaps Jaskier has a chance. Who would stop a bard with an armful of daisies? ]

[cointosser]

[Jaskier laughs, throwing him a grin.]

Ah, so you acknowledge all the work I've done across this continent. Why, thank you, Geralt. And yet I better see your hands dragging our friends here, or I shall be very upset. I've even been told that gryphons will sometimes reflect the emotions of their owners. Now, do you really want a gryphon to be angry with you?

[Said gryphon has stretched out alone the entire length of the table so his head lays in the sun, ears flicking against tiny flies in the air, and his tail has landed on top of a potted cactus, unconcerned about the spines.

Clearly a beast capable of great anger.]

The more business I get, the sooner we can settle into a larger place. I do mean to do so, if we're to stay. And Rinwell deserves a bit better than a couch shoved in the corner.

[gynvael]

[ Mm-hm. He looks down at the gryphon, ears twitching lazily. Plenty of strange shit in this world, but a domesticated miniature predator is the strangest. Then again. There've always been cats.

At least the gryphon doesn't hiss at him and flee. ]

I'm trembling.

[ He watches Jaskier for a moment. The buzz of the market square hums in the background. He isn't sure how he feels. Something...weighted, in his chest, when Jaskier says settle in. He knows what he decided. He knows what they all agreed. But even when he'd never realized his place could be anywhere except on the Continent, he hadn't settled. Settling was for those who were not Witchers. Now he has. All this. More to lose, but more that he's gained, too.

He lifts the crate off the table and pushes it underneath to join the rest of the empty ones. ] I'm working on it. [ Comfort means little to him, but he doesn't want Rinwell and Ciri and Jaskier crammed into a narrow box of a room, either. Their lodgings were the best they could do when they first came to Cadens—pockets empty except for the rings and some coin Jaskier had stolen off a few frozen guards. It's past that now. Besides, Sam's space isn't exactly empty anymore for him to linger at when it's too crowded.

He straightens up. Speaking of, he does need to look in on Sam. And that...board. ] Try not to feed all your newly earned coin into spoiling your new friend.