[ Geralt is having difficulty staying awake. Whether from the energy expended from the fight, his wounds, or a mixture of both. It's also due to his being more relaxed with his chosen company.
John tenses a little when she says what she does. He doesn't want to go into that now. ]
I'll look for her.
[ Any excuse not to impose on their little moment and avoid talking about his tragic past. He'll take it. ]
It's all right, Yenn. [ Little softer and slower. He watches John go out of earshot. ] He's a strange one. Impossible, maybe.
She is reasonable. Most times. Talk to her gently. I'm told that's the secret.
[Yennefer doesn't talk to horses. Not the way Geralt does. Does John even? His world is different than theirs. And he is going off into the forest without a cloak or decent outfit.
The echoes of before, people screaming for him. Pain. Flames. Yennefer lets herself settle closer, minding where she touches the Witcher.]
...he appeared suddenly. I was doing research. Strange is a start to describe him.
[No mind reading is required as to what. Geralt knows her well by now.]
[ He tromps out into the underbrush and calls out for this horse. He's not really sure what direction to go. If he uses a spell to help follow a trail the other man used, so what.
It takes some time but he does find her, coming up on her easy-like. ]
Easy there, love. Your man is back there with his other lady friend. Figured I could reunite the pair of you. Sounds good, yeah?
[ Geralt's brow furrows. He knows what she was working on. ]
The spell went wrong? [ He hums tiredly. ] He's---he's part Witcher.
[Roach had found a thatch of delicious grass and is not expecting company. She lifts her head and nickers. Ears move and cock, listening to him speak. Once close enough, John gets a friendly headbutt to the chest.
At the little makeshift camp, Yen pulls back to look at him. Did he hit his head?]
My spells don't go wrong. The chaos opened and he fell out. That was not my bidding. [But never mind that she scrunches her eyes shut a second before speaking.]
Part Witcher? There aren't any parts. His eyes. His stature. He's a mage of some sort. Why are you saying this?
[ She's a sweet thing, isn't she? John was never up on animals and all. Never grew up with any that weren't the strays that littered his little wasteland where he built his forts. He reaches up to smooth a hand over her head and pat the side of her neck as he takes the reigns. He can let her finish her food first if she likes. Finding her was the difficult part.
Geralt huffs out a tired noise. He saw his magic on the bottles. Felt it. He knows what his magic and that of other Witchers feels like. He also knows what they smell like. ]
Perhaps the chaos has other ideas of how to answer queries. [ He can tell she isn't keen on this conversation. Granted, it's a rather impossible one. ]
I can smell it on him. Somewhere in his lineage there's more than just magic and chaos. Somehow he is part Witcher.
[She can be very sweet yes. And she noses his chest and warm, grassy breath puffing over his neck and face. Oh. This is one is new! She makes a huff and paws. Roach takes a mouth full of her choice grass and lifts her head again to chew it. If he were a horse she'd offer some. For now it's polite to offer.
Knowing and smelling, yes, she understands these. Though emotions already high and hurts she's not ready to talk about make this more abrasive.]
I thought that wasn't possible. You speak so surely.
[Geralt is not a liar. And as much as he's been beaten to a pulp for the day, it would not have done a thing to his senses. Yennefer swallows and starts to shove all what wants to bubble up down.]
Perhaps that is the way of his world. Partial Witchers. No mandate of sterility.
[Gods help her she can't keep the bitterness out of her voice.]
[ John is quickly seeing what makes her so special to the big man healing elsewhere. She offers grass and he chuckles. ]
No, love. You enjoy it. I'm full up on that.
[ He's quickly losing the battle to stay awake. He can sense she is upset. He knows why. It isn't as if Geralt wanted to upset her but he doesn't soften the truth for anyone. She wouldn't appreciate that either way. ]
It shouldn't be possible. It has to be some other kind of magic.
[ John comes up on the small encampment after a while, letting Roach take her time and not tugging or anything. ]
[Another little rumble from the mare. More chewing. She nudges her face into his shoulder. Pets then, formal meeting and now they are friends. Pets please sir. He is rather small. Still he has hands. He speaks softly. What a smell of burned grass. Also blood. Oh. Then he must have seen the big man. Roach is a rational girl, and knows she can trust this man in a funny smelling coat.
Their meander back to camp is a good call. Yennefer sighs and presses a kiss to Geralt's brow. His love has never meant softness, neither has her own. Truth will forever be a shard of ice. Those golden eyes are keep slipping shut. He doesn't need to be tormented by her childishness when already he has hurt today. The cool, light touch of her hand brushes his cheek.]
Any other observations can wait until morning.
[Hooves and footsteps through the brush announce their arrival.]
That did not take near as long as I was anticipating. You're a horsemen too?
[ He chuckles a little at the nudge. She's gentle and easy-going enough. He's only small compared to the likes of that big man of hers. What's a guy like him to do? Okay, so he's kind of small by his own world's standards but he makes up for it.
Geralt is quickly losing the battle to stay awake. He's out of the worse danger wise from injury. If Yennefer trusts this man and he is able to gain the trust of his horse then he cannot be all bad. ]
[Small smokey man and the big man are good men. Flower lady makes the big man happy. She is strange. Smokey man is strange. But it's a good strange, steady strange. And now they are all together. Roach gives another little nosing to John's hand before she goes to find grass near camp. She doesn't need to be tethered if she knows they're near. It's the finding the people that's the hard part sometimes. It's a shame no one here speaks horse.
Across the fire, Yennefer looks to John. He seems even more confusing to behold than when he appeared in the room at the inn. Normal eyes. Normal skin. Peculiar clothes and a haircut.
A witcher.]
Good thing. You would have been searching all night.
[Whether or not Geralt is asleep, Yen gets pulls some sheep skins out for herself. He doesn't need to be bothered. And what would he say to her anyway?]
[ John can sense the tension in the air. He doesn't need to be a mage to do it either. Something happened while he was away, he's guessing. What it could be he's got no idea. ]
[The big man. Yennefer's piercing gaze leaves John for just one look. Sleep has this ability to make him look so very soft and innocent. It's a ridiculous concept.]
Yes. The potions and mending have prevented real injury. At the worst tomorrow he'll be sore and very hungry.
[A typical thing. For a witcher.]
It's what he's used to. Coin for slaying monsters. I'm sure your world has the same.
[ Just a turn of phrase is all. It's how he speaks. Not normal for around these parts but he's not playing along with this. He's going home as soon as he can figure out how to. ]
Glad to hear it.
[ He conjures up a blanket. It's easy to do. Easier here than back home as well. Interesting. He gives a little shrug. ]
Not really. Different kinds of monsters, I suppose. Sure, I've tangled with a few magical ones. My world's mostly the human kind. Worst of the lot if you ask me.
[Geralt is not one to pluck notions out of nothing. She pulls the woolen blanket up further on her.]
There is a growing population of humans. Humans and monsters arrived at the same time at the Conjunction of the Spheres. So many monsters that humanity needed witchers.
[ Geralt isn't. He is also familiar with very human kinds of monsters. He might agree with John and acknowledge that while far-fetched, a world like that is possible. What would humans become if there were no longer any creatures to terrorize them in the dark?
They might turn into them. ]
Magic is not as prevalent in my world. There's a few who dabble. Loads that do it cause they think it'll get them power or fame. Monsters I've run into---Invunche, that demon you had the pleasure of meeting. Even had a hell of a weekend with a siren.
I help where I can but not everyone is willing to entertain the idea of magic and monsters. They'd rather have cold hard science. Probably piss themselves if they stepped into our worlds. [ He casts a glance over at Geralt. ] He a witcher then? What exactly does a man like that do?
Magic and chaos are everywhere. We can be conduits to it's power to bend and shape it. There's a cost for it, shifting and melting means something in turn must give. Perhaps your world has forgotten the order of it?
[She can only guess. She knows next to nothing and all that John has told her is that it's different. The firelight flickers and the wind blows too.]
Witchers aren't born. They're raised, molded and educated from childhood. Fed mutagens for strength, for producing small capacities of magic and being able to endure others without significant effects. I've heard some folk say that witchers are the monsters man made for monsters to fear.
[The man beside her though? Geralt gets another look, softer.]
Geralt of Rivia is no creature. Just a man devoted to the task of curbing the wildlife. He's a conduit of order.
Just about the same in my world. Though there are different ways to go about it. I dabble in a few, not just one narrow modality. Others aren't so keen on all that. My world doesn't believe in magic and monsters. They believe in science, logic, and reason.
[ Magic doesn't fit into that. Even if the old saying about technology and such is tossed around. ]
They force that on them? [ It's what it sounds like. Did the big man over there get a choice? Not like John had a choice in the way things went in his childhood. No mum and a dad that would rather knock him around and put out cigarettes on him than look out for him. ] I can appreciate that. I'm a nasty piece of work where I'm from.
[ He catches that soft look. It's clear they've got something between them. ]
Never said he was. So what's he do? Hunt monsters for money and that's about the size of it?
[ Hey, he's right there with you on that. Even faced with the unexplained at the end of the day, people can't handle it. ]
I know, right? Still, suppose it's good for me. I can get work when I need to, even if it's just to bless a marriage or two.
[ His brow furrows at the mention of some children not surviving long enough to leave. There's something dark in his eyes that has him looking away. A chill goes through him. ]
No child deserves a life like that.
[ Speaking from his own experience and the things he's seen happen to other children. ]
Guess we're just peas on a pod then. Only thing I have to worry about is what I'm going to do with the rest of my days after I've sent every last bastard demon back to hell where it belongs.
[ If he gets that far. Chances are he won't. He's damned either way. ]
How do you mean?
[ May as well play a little daft about it. He doesn't really want the spotlight on him like this. Or to think about what she gleaned from the touch earlier. ]
[Gods what a world he describes. The more she learns the less she likes. Better for him to be here than there. Though who is she to say? The world has never been tender nor sweet. There's always a bitterness. A price.]
Take heart. Those that live are the last. Kaer Morhen was sacked and the elixirs and potions used for the Trial of the Grasses has become a lost art. Or so they say. Man must solve the problem on their own. Or cry to the likes of you and I.
[Both battling. Though right now all she can think of is how miraculous Geralt's existence is, how somehow his bloodline will thrive.]
When we touched you felt a transference. If what I saw was parts of you, you then must have seen parts of me.
[ Might end up helping him in the end. Maybe he could find a way to save his soul in the end. Does that kind of hell even exist in this place? Doesn't matter, the First of the Fallen would collect his due no matter what worlds stood in his way. ]
Don't know if that's something to be glad of either. I've got enough troubles of my own without people banging on at my door.
[ He says it but he doesn't mean it. He likes being able to help no matter how he whinges on. ]
I saw some things, yes. Didn't figure it was good form to bring it up is all.
Glad or regret, it's too late now. What's done is done. It was before my time or awareness. I don't even know if there was anything that anyone could do. The choice of man.
[And that is not at all said with any respect or reverence.]
Your services in exchange for coin.
[To her understanding. That is what a witcher does with or without the cat eyes, though John doesn't have swords either. Just magic.]
...that was not my intention. Nor was it want of mine to share.
None of us can escape our fates. All we can do is muddle through the rest of this muck. Do the best we can. Hoping for a gentler world is for those who don't know anything about it.
[ Least that's the world John knows. The one he's always known. ]
Once in a while, yeah. Man's got to eat.
[ Magic and his own wits. That's what he's got. He clears his throat. ]
Didn't figure it was. It was a long time ago at any rate.
[ It doesn't make it any easier to bear. That's for what you did to your mum, killer. ]
[Ah yes, cynicism is reliable and fits on her as well as her clothes. She shifts to curl up, still seated.]
Yes. Time dulls the pain. It also sculpts who we are. I don't enjoy that truth.
[She was hardly even twenty and wanted to be beautiful, powerful and adored. Of course there was no telling of how she would feel close to seventy years after the fact.]
[ There's a bite in the air but it's no worse than cold winters back home. Then again, it's been an age since he spent a winter back there. He wonders, briefly, if his nan is still well. ]
I don't think anybody does, pet. Why I don't bother with mirrors most days.
[ He can't stand himself on his best day. He's not going to stare himself in the mirror every morning. At least not until he's had a drink first. ]
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John tenses a little when she says what she does. He doesn't want to go into that now. ]
I'll look for her.
[ Any excuse not to impose on their little moment and avoid talking about his tragic past. He'll take it. ]
It's all right, Yenn. [ Little softer and slower. He watches John go out of earshot. ] He's a strange one. Impossible, maybe.
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[Yennefer doesn't talk to horses. Not the way Geralt does. Does John even? His world is different than theirs. And he is going off into the forest without a cloak or decent outfit.
The echoes of before, people screaming for him. Pain. Flames. Yennefer lets herself settle closer, minding where she touches the Witcher.]
...he appeared suddenly. I was doing research. Strange is a start to describe him.
[No mind reading is required as to what. Geralt knows her well by now.]
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[ He tromps out into the underbrush and calls out for this horse. He's not really sure what direction to go. If he uses a spell to help follow a trail the other man used, so what.
It takes some time but he does find her, coming up on her easy-like. ]
Easy there, love. Your man is back there with his other lady friend. Figured I could reunite the pair of you. Sounds good, yeah?
[ Geralt's brow furrows. He knows what she was working on. ]
The spell went wrong? [ He hums tiredly. ] He's---he's part Witcher.
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At the little makeshift camp, Yen pulls back to look at him. Did he hit his head?]
My spells don't go wrong. The chaos opened and he fell out. That was not my bidding. [But never mind that she scrunches her eyes shut a second before speaking.]
Part Witcher? There aren't any parts. His eyes. His stature. He's a mage of some sort. Why are you saying this?
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Geralt huffs out a tired noise. He saw his magic on the bottles. Felt it. He knows what his magic and that of other Witchers feels like. He also knows what they smell like. ]
Perhaps the chaos has other ideas of how to answer queries. [ He can tell she isn't keen on this conversation. Granted, it's a rather impossible one. ]
I can smell it on him. Somewhere in his lineage there's more than just magic and chaos. Somehow he is part Witcher.
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Knowing and smelling, yes, she understands these. Though emotions already high and hurts she's not ready to talk about make this more abrasive.]
I thought that wasn't possible. You speak so surely.
[Geralt is not a liar. And as much as he's been beaten to a pulp for the day, it would not have done a thing to his senses. Yennefer swallows and starts to shove all what wants to bubble up down.]
Perhaps that is the way of his world. Partial Witchers. No mandate of sterility.
[Gods help her she can't keep the bitterness out of her voice.]
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No, love. You enjoy it. I'm full up on that.
[ He's quickly losing the battle to stay awake. He can sense she is upset. He knows why. It isn't as if Geralt wanted to upset her but he doesn't soften the truth for anyone. She wouldn't appreciate that either way. ]
It shouldn't be possible. It has to be some other kind of magic.
[ John comes up on the small encampment after a while, letting Roach take her time and not tugging or anything. ]
Told you I'd find your man. He's just resting up.
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Their meander back to camp is a good call. Yennefer sighs and presses a kiss to Geralt's brow. His love has never meant softness, neither has her own. Truth will forever be a shard of ice. Those golden eyes are keep slipping shut. He doesn't need to be tormented by her childishness when already he has hurt today. The cool, light touch of her hand brushes his cheek.]
Any other observations can wait until morning.
[Hooves and footsteps through the brush announce their arrival.]
That did not take near as long as I was anticipating. You're a horsemen too?
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Geralt is quickly losing the battle to stay awake. He's out of the worse danger wise from injury. If Yennefer trusts this man and he is able to gain the trust of his horse then he cannot be all bad. ]
No, I suppose she just likes me.
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Across the fire, Yennefer looks to John. He seems even more confusing to behold than when he appeared in the room at the inn. Normal eyes. Normal skin. Peculiar clothes and a haircut.
A witcher.]
Good thing. You would have been searching all night.
[Whether or not Geralt is asleep, Yen gets pulls some sheep skins out for herself. He doesn't need to be bothered. And what would he say to her anyway?]
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The big man over there, he going to be all right?
[ As good a subject as any to bring up. ]
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Yes. The potions and mending have prevented real injury. At the worst tomorrow he'll be sore and very hungry.
[A typical thing. For a witcher.]
It's what he's used to. Coin for slaying monsters. I'm sure your world has the same.
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Glad to hear it.
[ He conjures up a blanket. It's easy to do. Easier here than back home as well. Interesting. He gives a little shrug. ]
Not really. Different kinds of monsters, I suppose. Sure, I've tangled with a few magical ones. My world's mostly the human kind. Worst of the lot if you ask me.
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Not really?
[Geralt is not one to pluck notions out of nothing. She pulls the woolen blanket up further on her.]
There is a growing population of humans. Humans and monsters arrived at the same time at the Conjunction of the Spheres. So many monsters that humanity needed witchers.
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They might turn into them. ]
Magic is not as prevalent in my world. There's a few who dabble. Loads that do it cause they think it'll get them power or fame. Monsters I've run into---Invunche, that demon you had the pleasure of meeting. Even had a hell of a weekend with a siren.
I help where I can but not everyone is willing to entertain the idea of magic and monsters. They'd rather have cold hard science. Probably piss themselves if they stepped into our worlds. [ He casts a glance over at Geralt. ] He a witcher then? What exactly does a man like that do?
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[She can only guess. She knows next to nothing and all that John has told her is that it's different. The firelight flickers and the wind blows too.]
Witchers aren't born. They're raised, molded and educated from childhood. Fed mutagens for strength, for producing small capacities of magic and being able to endure others without significant effects. I've heard some folk say that witchers are the monsters man made for monsters to fear.
[The man beside her though? Geralt gets another look, softer.]
Geralt of Rivia is no creature. Just a man devoted to the task of curbing the wildlife. He's a conduit of order.
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[ Magic doesn't fit into that. Even if the old saying about technology and such is tossed around. ]
They force that on them? [ It's what it sounds like. Did the big man over there get a choice? Not like John had a choice in the way things went in his childhood. No mum and a dad that would rather knock him around and put out cigarettes on him than look out for him. ] I can appreciate that. I'm a nasty piece of work where I'm from.
[ He catches that soft look. It's clear they've got something between them. ]
Never said he was. So what's he do? Hunt monsters for money and that's about the size of it?
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As if science, logic and reason were not related to magic. Foolishness.
[She can't imagine a place like that. Yennefer looks back to the fire.]
Yes. Some call it destiny. Not every child to pass through the gates of Kaer Morhen survive long enough to leave.
[John and his own bundled up form draw her attention.]
Choices that are made for us are the most bitter and cruel. [Speaking for herself and for Geralt.] Yes. Slaying for coin until he is slain.
[Though he is among the most successful. How many other witchers have songs about them?]
You said you didn't undergo any change to be the sorcerer you are. Is that internal as well as external?
[The things she had seen... the power she felt....]
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I know, right? Still, suppose it's good for me. I can get work when I need to, even if it's just to bless a marriage or two.
[ His brow furrows at the mention of some children not surviving long enough to leave. There's something dark in his eyes that has him looking away. A chill goes through him. ]
No child deserves a life like that.
[ Speaking from his own experience and the things he's seen happen to other children. ]
Guess we're just peas on a pod then. Only thing I have to worry about is what I'm going to do with the rest of my days after I've sent every last bastard demon back to hell where it belongs.
[ If he gets that far. Chances are he won't. He's damned either way. ]
How do you mean?
[ May as well play a little daft about it. He doesn't really want the spotlight on him like this. Or to think about what she gleaned from the touch earlier. ]
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Take heart. Those that live are the last. Kaer Morhen was sacked and the elixirs and potions used for the Trial of the Grasses has become a lost art. Or so they say. Man must solve the problem on their own. Or cry to the likes of you and I.
[Both battling. Though right now all she can think of is how miraculous Geralt's existence is, how somehow his bloodline will thrive.]
When we touched you felt a transference. If what I saw was parts of you, you then must have seen parts of me.
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Don't know if that's something to be glad of either. I've got enough troubles of my own without people banging on at my door.
[ He says it but he doesn't mean it. He likes being able to help no matter how he whinges on. ]
I saw some things, yes. Didn't figure it was good form to bring it up is all.
[ Like the parts she saw of him. ]
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[And that is not at all said with any respect or reverence.]
Your services in exchange for coin.
[To her understanding. That is what a witcher does with or without the cat eyes, though John doesn't have swords either. Just magic.]
...that was not my intention. Nor was it want of mine to share.
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[ Least that's the world John knows. The one he's always known. ]
Once in a while, yeah. Man's got to eat.
[ Magic and his own wits. That's what he's got. He clears his throat. ]
Didn't figure it was. It was a long time ago at any rate.
[ It doesn't make it any easier to bear. That's for what you did to your mum, killer. ]
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[Ah yes, cynicism is reliable and fits on her as well as her clothes. She shifts to curl up, still seated.]
Yes. Time dulls the pain. It also sculpts who we are. I don't enjoy that truth.
[She was hardly even twenty and wanted to be beautiful, powerful and adored. Of course there was no telling of how she would feel close to seventy years after the fact.]
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[ There's a bite in the air but it's no worse than cold winters back home. Then again, it's been an age since he spent a winter back there. He wonders, briefly, if his nan is still well. ]
I don't think anybody does, pet. Why I don't bother with mirrors most days.
[ He can't stand himself on his best day. He's not going to stare himself in the mirror every morning. At least not until he's had a drink first. ]
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wrap this one?
sounds good <3