[ The atmosphere has grown disconcerting. More so than usual, and perhaps it's the Horizon or his own head spinning, but it takes him a good few minutes to grasp it: that the ceiling is indeed beneath their feet, and the ground above them. Between the children, the barking hounds, it sets his teeth on edge. More than usual.
The ghosts fly past, footsteps and voices echoing. Running. He thinks of their conversation, when Steve first showed up outside the gates of Kaer Morhen, and he wonders which one of these children Steve had been referring to when he told his story.
His attention snaps back to Steve. He squints. There's a split second where he nearly agrees, his mind correcting the absurd statement into something which makes sense, replacing the word down with up. Because yes. Obviously. They must go up to go up. Why has that got to be said?
Then he realizes. ]
That sounds like nonsense. [ He sighs. They haven't got time to fuss over details. Steve's clearly familiar with this place, whatever it may be, and he sounds sure. So. Geralt trusts him. He gestures for the boy to go on. ] Lead us out, then.
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The ghosts fly past, footsteps and voices echoing. Running. He thinks of their conversation, when Steve first showed up outside the gates of Kaer Morhen, and he wonders which one of these children Steve had been referring to when he told his story.
His attention snaps back to Steve. He squints. There's a split second where he nearly agrees, his mind correcting the absurd statement into something which makes sense, replacing the word down with up. Because yes. Obviously. They must go up to go up. Why has that got to be said?
Then he realizes. ]
That sounds like nonsense. [ He sighs. They haven't got time to fuss over details. Steve's clearly familiar with this place, whatever it may be, and he sounds sure. So. Geralt trusts him. He gestures for the boy to go on. ] Lead us out, then.