[ Cheerful greeting, as ever. He glances at the cuff Peter is fussing with (is that new?) before looking back up at the boy's face. ]
Couple hours until dawn. [ Give or take. Geralt shakes his head, steps back inside the stables, moving as always with the assumption that if someone wants to speak with him, they will follow him to do so. ] I was tacking up Roach.
[ The horse, he means, a sturdy black mare with oddly decorative, tidy braiding in her thick mane and tail. It's clear this is not the handiwork of Geralt, but someone else who's been taking care of her. (Spoiling her, really.) His sword is inside a leather bag that leans against a wall, and there's a pack on the ground beside it. He tucks a sheathed hunting knife into one of her saddlebags—a sense that he's done this a thousand times, that he doesn't need to think about where his things are meant to go.
He does seem to have a habit of bumping into Peter at unexpected places and hours, though. Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised. He's gathered by now the boy has an infinite amount of curiosity. ] Exploring again?
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Couple hours until dawn. [ Give or take. Geralt shakes his head, steps back inside the stables, moving as always with the assumption that if someone wants to speak with him, they will follow him to do so. ] I was tacking up Roach.
[ The horse, he means, a sturdy black mare with oddly decorative, tidy braiding in her thick mane and tail. It's clear this is not the handiwork of Geralt, but someone else who's been taking care of her. (Spoiling her, really.) His sword is inside a leather bag that leans against a wall, and there's a pack on the ground beside it. He tucks a sheathed hunting knife into one of her saddlebags—a sense that he's done this a thousand times, that he doesn't need to think about where his things are meant to go.
He does seem to have a habit of bumping into Peter at unexpected places and hours, though. Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised. He's gathered by now the boy has an infinite amount of curiosity. ] Exploring again?