{Catch the freedom of falling

[shadowthief]

Who: Inej + Various
When: Month of September
Where: Cadens + the Horizon
What: Various closed threads
Warnings: Things that might come up in Inej's narration are: stealing; murder; descriptions of touch aversion, anxiety, depression, PTSD; heavy trust issues, paranoia; mentions of past instances of prostitution, slavery, sexual assault. Everything will be clearly marked if-when it comes up.

I took a hit of heaven

waiting for the sky to drop

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[shadowthief]

"Rachelle Adwarin, an alchemist, I believe?" No one she'd ever heard of, but she wouldn't have. Geralt, though, he knows people. Even if he isn't exactly a people person in the broad sense, he's good at making connections, there's some hope there, at least.

[gynvael]

He does, in fact, know people solely because that's how he gets work. And alchemists are often hiring. Or they were. Less so these days for obvious reasons.

"She's working at the relief tents. South of the portals."

He straightens up, shouldering his bag. She can probably find it on her own, but he's going that direction anyhow.

"Coming?"

[shadowthief]

"Oh-" she hadn't expected him to escort her, but... maybe it's for the best. Being alone feels strange in the scorched echoes of these streets.

She knows Geralt isn't much a talker, and she supposes this particular task doesn't lend itself to much idle chatter. She's fine with the silence, good at it in a way that's practiced, almost trained. It's a comforting thing with him, only the sound of rubble crunching under their feet breaking the quiet for a long, several minutes. She likes the type. The kind of people that don't need to fill up the space with chatter, who don't need to say a single word to say a hundred things.

"How long do you think it will take to...rebuild here?" she asks softly, she thinks maybe he has more experience with this kind of tragedy than she does and probably has a better idea of estimates of that sort of thing.

[gynvael]

Geralt makes no effort to fill the silence. His typical state of being, really. He walks over the twisting rubble, knows there's little to worry about when it comes to how she navigates the chaos. She's plenty nimble.

Only when she speaks does he glance over. His gaze returns to the skyline. Smoky, grey.

"Not as long as you think," he replies. The world, it always moves quicker than one imagines. That's simply how people are. Libertas will never be the same again, but when is anything ever? It'll stand in its own way. Perhaps a monument or two. Songs and memorials. "Though some may not return."

[shadowthief]

"Really?" it's hard to imagine it, some future version of the city, built up again from the ashes of its former glory. "The quicker, the better, I suppose..."

She shrugs a little, "Can't say I'd blame them, really." It isn't hard to see that some people may not be able to return if this had been what they'd always known, others will return out of spite, refusing to let Thorne drive them away in fear. Both are good, she thinks. Whatever it takes to move on.

im so sorry this one got lost

[gynvael]

"Mm. Perhaps." Is it better? He does not necessarily wish to see a city in ruins, but the pace at which the Free Cities can rebuild will say a lot about their power. And he's not so certain what it will mean if they can move forward so quickly.

It remains to be seen. He knows some are worried about Thorne. But the truth is, his concern lies more in the Cities.

They walk along the uneven streets. The tents ahead draw into view.

"She should be there. Tent to the left." A pause, before he hands Inej the stuffed toy he'd retrieved from the rubble. "Give this to the girl inside. She's searching for it."

It will, he thinks, probably be better received from someone like Inej than him.

no worries <3 & calling this one wrapped!

[shadowthief]

Though she has rarely known her own country to be at anything that might resemble peace, Ravka had been war-torn for longer than she had been alive after all, Inej does not know the ins and outs of war in the way Geralt might. He sees things she can't for his experiences, and she respects his opinions- however rarely he may fully express them.

"Thank you," she nods and the toy handed to her melts a smile onto her face. For all his hardened exterior, there is emotion and care under it. "I will," she nods again.

With that she departs and goes to make her deliveries.