[ CLOSED ] head down, hands up

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: April
Where: Cadens; Horizon; Aquila
What: Catch-all, including a road trip with the bestie
Warnings: Blanket for the usual where Witcher canon is concerned



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[gynvael]

[ The hours tick by, enough of them that Geralt's starting to consider telling Ciri to have a rest, if she doesn't do so on her own soon. She does, and—

He hands over her waterskin while the barest breeze serves only to stir the hot air around. ]

Might be possible to make one. In theory. [ Signs are just harnessing a simplified form of Chaos; this world is full of it. Going by that, Geralt assumes he could, with enough time and effort, functionally use a cooling spell as a Sign of its own. But it's something that's easily done with a cooling tonic bought at the apothecary instead, so he's found little reason to expand his Signs in that manner.

He considers, though, if Ciri might be able to do so. Once she discovers sufficient control over her Signs, she could create others for her own use. It's a budding thought, at least.

For now, though, her steady grasp over one Sign is enough to focus on. ] You nearly have it.

[wiedzminka]

In theory. [ Ciri echoes with a snort. Which means he'll never bother, probably. There are spells that do what Ciri is describing with ease for those who are practiced in such things, but with her luck, she'll form a blizzard and they'll freeze to death. Instead, she just pours a little water in her hands and pats her face and neck with it. ]

You think? [ She grimaces, uncertain, but it's true that there's been some improvement. ]

How about the other one, though? Quen? I'm bored of trying the same thing over and over.

[ And shield Signs are safer bets than attacks. ]

[gynvael]

You're a quicker study than Lambert. [ Gently teasing, because everyone was a quicker study than Lambert when it came to magic and Ciri knows that. He means it, though: she's grasped it without the usual...complications. An encouraging sign.

Strictly speaking, focusing on one over and over makes quicker progress. But he understands the monotony. A barrier and a shield—they're both safer to learn and useful for when she travels out.

He glances up at the sun, decides they have a couple more hours before it's best to end the day. ]

It's similar to Yrden. [ He demonstrates: a near-invisible shield that hums and shatters on contact. She can work up to the other, a channeled variation that holds for longer—but Quen is simpler to start with. ]

[wiedzminka]

[ That actually gets a little laugh out of her. ]

At least there's that. Not all hope is lost for me, then.

[ Again, she watches, tries to emulate him. She listens to instruction well when she actually wants to, and right now, she wants to learn; Geralt is right that Ciri will keep practicing and pushing herself, trying to see progress, for as long as it takes, even as the hours pass by. He reminds her every so often to take a minute, have some water, especially when the sun is at its hottest and they seek better shade with the shifting angle of it. Having anticipated being out here for some time, they've brought more food and take some time to eat it, during which Ciri alternates between frustration at not seeing immediate improvement and excitement over not seeing immediate failure either. ]

[gynvael]

[ There's a small smile in return. He's learned, maybe, as Ciri continues how much he should prod her not to push too hard and how much he knows pushing is needed. He's been as stubborn as she was once. (Probably still is, in several ways.)

He shows her a few different methods of approaching it, but by and large, he lets her instincts guide her. It surprises him a little, how right it feels, being out here with her. As though he'd been wanting this without realizing it. Because he remembers training her, has that in his past now (or is it his future?), but he'd also accepted that in Abraxas, with Ciri several years older and more skilled than most men, he hasn't much left to teach her.

Which is good. It is. It means he taught her well. But the loss of those memories bothers him deep down. Like he missed a long road. Missed those years of them together that he can't get back.

This is—it fills that space, maybe. Being able to watch her learn anew, frustrations and all.

When the sun grows lower in the sky and their supply of food and water begin to dwindle, he gathers his sword—which he's been oiling while he watches her—and readies to leave.

He walks towards her, waits patiently by the spot under a shaded cliff she's chosen. ] We'll practice some more tomorrow.