A minute is all he takes. Geralt lifts his head, climbs to his feet and offers Dean a hand up. Seems as though he could use it.
Maybe one day, those wings will have some use.
"Bleobheris. Belongs to Jaskier." A white peacock struts by as if on cue and plucks up one of Dean's fallen feathers.
Mm. Jaskier's domain for certain. They're safe, in other words. Back in the Horizon proper as far as he can tell. The Singularity rises from the center—absent inside that labyrinth. Another time, he will find the energy to reflect on where the fuck they were and how it happened. Where such a space could even exist within the Horizon.
Right now, he's only glad they landed here and not Kaer Morhen for the second time. One of the more pleasant subconscious desires plucked out of his mind, apparently.
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Maybe one day, those wings will have some use.
"Bleobheris. Belongs to Jaskier." A white peacock struts by as if on cue and plucks up one of Dean's fallen feathers.
Mm. Jaskier's domain for certain. They're safe, in other words. Back in the Horizon proper as far as he can tell. The Singularity rises from the center—absent inside that labyrinth. Another time, he will find the energy to reflect on where the fuck they were and how it happened. Where such a space could even exist within the Horizon.
Right now, he's only glad they landed here and not Kaer Morhen for the second time. One of the more pleasant subconscious desires plucked out of his mind, apparently.