#witcherofrivia

          “Come now, Geralt, you’re starting to fall behind.”

     She glanced at him over her shoulder, violet eyes alight and unabashed in their amusement. A witcher as a pack mule, hauling her packages (and his own, too, to be somewhat fair) down a bustling streetside—what an intriguing sight, truly, and undoubtedly gratifying just as well. She stopped, quirked her lips, and for a moment her expression was truly genuine in its softness, its fondness.

          “Come. We’re not far now—just around this corner, and we’ll be home. My, I suppose if you weren’t familiar with Vengerberg before, surely you’ll be now...”

//Pfftttttt I absolutely let you sleep in my bed in the few days between you making the blog and us starting our super fantastic AU that I’m loving, so that’s not entirely true. And good. You better.

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      "Everyone in this country looks like they are aiming        to get on some sort of stage. Is it that? Did I stumble        into a hoard of actors?"

                  Big words for someone with her not exactly... ordinary                   armor, and given, some of the people she used to                    spend her time with looked far worse, but seriously?                    What's with those eyes? Looks a bit like possession                   to her, but the overall picture wouldn't fit.

send my muse some flowers

  She takes the single rose from the elder witcher’s  hand, mindful of the thorns along the stem. She  observes the flower for a moment, a smirk playing  at her lips at the signs of wilting along the red bud.

  It means a lot to her, whether it is near death or not.  Geralt has taken time out of his schedule to pick the  flower for her, to express his fatherly affection for the  girl through action, as usual. It warms her, and reminds  her of all she has missed over the years. Finally, however,  they are reunited, thanks to his diligence. Lost time can now  be made up.

  She throws her arms around her adoptive father’s neck,  pressing an innocent kiss to his stubble-ridden cheek.