[ He hums, following Kyle's gaze to the prone creature. There's a question in his glance, but he doesn't yet ask: what it is, why it's gone quiet and still, whether Kyle even meant for it to be speaking in that strange place they were in. A lot of things happened in there they didn't intend to create.
He's encountered enough of those deceptive in age that Geralt doesn't question it. Something must've happened when he was chosen, that extended his lifespan as Geralt's has been.
He wants to say just fucking lucky, that it doesn't matter when it's not as though he found any real fortune through it. They all died in their own way inside those walls. But Kyle's told him enough that he's willing not to dismiss the question. ]
A sorceress. She birthed me. [ A druid. He shrugs, and perhaps it does not go unnoticed that he avoids referring to the woman as his mother. ] Maybe the magic in me helped. I don't know. Never had the chance to ask. [ A beat. ] What are you seeking?
[ With this, their meeting. With wanting to know about him. He's not against talking, for once, but there must be more than surface curiosity at play for a conversation so personal. ]
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He's encountered enough of those deceptive in age that Geralt doesn't question it. Something must've happened when he was chosen, that extended his lifespan as Geralt's has been.
He wants to say just fucking lucky, that it doesn't matter when it's not as though he found any real fortune through it. They all died in their own way inside those walls. But Kyle's told him enough that he's willing not to dismiss the question. ]
A sorceress. She birthed me. [ A druid. He shrugs, and perhaps it does not go unnoticed that he avoids referring to the woman as his mother. ] Maybe the magic in me helped. I don't know. Never had the chance to ask. [ A beat. ] What are you seeking?
[ With this, their meeting. With wanting to know about him. He's not against talking, for once, but there must be more than surface curiosity at play for a conversation so personal. ]