[ Geralt hovers, reaching out to catch Jaskier. He should think better of it, but it's instinct to help his friend. Instinct and a twist of guilt that tells him this is his fault. Sharp, jagged, driving inside his chest.
Jaskier moves away soon enough. Geralt lets him go, joining him at the edge. He's passed by, of course. In the Horizon. Rode by, walked by. Not often, but once or twice. He'd always presumed it a reflection of the physical monolith until Julie approached it and told him it responded to her. He still doesn't know what it means. That this monolith exists as an entity inside the Horizon, as well. Is that what it is then? Their sole link to the outside realm?
He hesitates. Glances over at Jaskier. ] You felt something?
[ His gaze returns to the monolith. It is not the same as the ones which dot the Continent. A different material. Smoother. More structured, more uniform. The monoliths on the Continent had appeared like debris. Fallen stones.
A pause. Then he lifts his hand, placing it against the stone. His medallion hums. The surface is cool beneath his palm. He can feel the shiver of his medallion, but nothing else. Somehow, he isn't surprised. There's a reason he brought Jaskier with him. Witchers are magic, but they are not made to absorb its flow.
He drops his hand. ] It isn't responsive to me. Julie said it communicated with her. In some fashion. A humming, as you call it. I hoped—you could feel a link to her through it.
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Jaskier moves away soon enough. Geralt lets him go, joining him at the edge. He's passed by, of course. In the Horizon. Rode by, walked by. Not often, but once or twice. He'd always presumed it a reflection of the physical monolith until Julie approached it and told him it responded to her. He still doesn't know what it means. That this monolith exists as an entity inside the Horizon, as well. Is that what it is then? Their sole link to the outside realm?
He hesitates. Glances over at Jaskier. ] You felt something?
[ His gaze returns to the monolith. It is not the same as the ones which dot the Continent. A different material. Smoother. More structured, more uniform. The monoliths on the Continent had appeared like debris. Fallen stones.
A pause. Then he lifts his hand, placing it against the stone. His medallion hums. The surface is cool beneath his palm. He can feel the shiver of his medallion, but nothing else. Somehow, he isn't surprised. There's a reason he brought Jaskier with him. Witchers are magic, but they are not made to absorb its flow.
He drops his hand. ] It isn't responsive to me. Julie said it communicated with her. In some fashion. A humming, as you call it. I hoped—you could feel a link to her through it.