[ Look at that. He did amuse the little brat. (Nero is not, technically speaking, little, in either age nor stature, but in Geralt's mind, the man simply registers as such. Geralt will not be convinced otherwise.)
He can admit, he's rarely seen anyone outside of his own kind so delighted to look upon a monster before. It makes him raise an eyebrow. Reminds him of winter nights around the table, arguing about whose wyvern nest was bigger. He prods the small creature until it skitters back towards him and clamps down on his finger as hard as it can. Which is just about hard enough to leave a small imprint from its mandibles.
It's joined by Nero's tiny creature not longer after. Glowing abdomen, carapace thorax. He studies it, tilting his head to look under it as though he's already trying to determine its weak points. Its oddly human face matches the strange human-like hands on the myriapod. The resemblance is, indeed, a bit striking. ]
You learned. [ It is said with a sense that Geralt always assumed he would, in time. Creation magic, that is. The Horizon finds its to speak to everyone sooner or later, it seems. What that means, he doesn't know, but. They're all here, all making use of it. Feels impossible to separate the Summoned from this place now.
He looks back up. The myriapod charges at the other creature and slams into it with a tiny hiss. Nero is not, he knows, asking genuinely, but Geralt answers, anyway. ] They evolve quicker. Hundreds of eggs. Some manage to interbreed. Though this one was...new. At the time. Hadn't seen one quite like it before.
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He can admit, he's rarely seen anyone outside of his own kind so delighted to look upon a monster before. It makes him raise an eyebrow. Reminds him of winter nights around the table, arguing about whose wyvern nest was bigger. He prods the small creature until it skitters back towards him and clamps down on his finger as hard as it can. Which is just about hard enough to leave a small imprint from its mandibles.
It's joined by Nero's tiny creature not longer after. Glowing abdomen, carapace thorax. He studies it, tilting his head to look under it as though he's already trying to determine its weak points. Its oddly human face matches the strange human-like hands on the myriapod. The resemblance is, indeed, a bit striking. ]
You learned. [ It is said with a sense that Geralt always assumed he would, in time. Creation magic, that is. The Horizon finds its to speak to everyone sooner or later, it seems. What that means, he doesn't know, but. They're all here, all making use of it. Feels impossible to separate the Summoned from this place now.
He looks back up. The myriapod charges at the other creature and slams into it with a tiny hiss. Nero is not, he knows, asking genuinely, but Geralt answers, anyway. ] They evolve quicker. Hundreds of eggs. Some manage to interbreed. Though this one was...new. At the time. Hadn't seen one quite like it before.