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@znachorkaa​ said:                      07. the chariot : how much does your muse care about winning ? are they a sore loser ?

                >> ⚔️ <<                       ❝         KIARA    !    you surprised me     .  .    what brings you out of velen and to white orchard    ??    you not have something in stock that you came to me for    ??        ❞            geralt’s smile as he speaks is kind,   fingers     CLASPED    together at his back after placing a few vials of healing antidote on the windowcil for charge in the coming     EVENING    moon.

Helma finds herself, for the first time with a consistent supply of money and food. She keeps to herself, away from things that want her dead. It includes large towns, other Witchers, and sorceresses. The last of these things Helma currently keeps company with from time to time.

“You have the ability to speak with the dead,” it is not a question. Helma grunts, shifts uncomfortably. Some things are not meant to be done, but that does not stop the She-Bear from asking. “What would it cost of you if I were to request it?”

 keira  wasn’t  a  woman  who  kept  herself  confined  to  others’  suppositions  .  not  at  all  .  but  when  he  had  travelled  across  the  unforgiving  wilderness  of  velen  ,  he  had  thought  fyke  would  be  empty  .  admittedly  ,  he  hadn’t  seen  the  appeal  of  staying  in  the  tower  :  not  with  the  memories  of  the  pesta  still  fresh  in  his  mind  .

 ❛  well  ,  well  ,  well  .  gotta  admit  ,  ❜        geralt  said  at  the  gate  of  the  steeple  ,  crossing  his  arms  ,        ❛  i  didn’t  expect  to  find  you  here  .  is  there  anything  else  you  wanna  tell  me  ,  before  i  end  up  with  another  expectation  stabbed  with  a  sword  to  the  gullet  ?  ❜

                  >> 🐈 <<                      ❝         KIARA    --------    it is nice to see you well.        ❞ 

❝So... this is where you’ve been holed up.❞  The little cottage was quaint, adorned with little things that made it undoubtedly Keira’s. Fingers danced over herbs, little trinkets, picking up a sprig of Beggatrick blossoms.

@znachorkaa​ sent: “You’re dripping blood on the carpet.”

  Ivakir felt something running down her nose. She held up her fingers and was not very surprised when she saw blood mixed with snot. Looking down, she saw two small red specks, perfectly round, as if they were part of a pattern on the carpet.

"Oh, shit. Oh, sorry."

  Judging by her voice, she was not sorry at all. She didn’t care about the cheap ugly carpet and how hard it was to wash the blood off anywhere ("Use only cold water", an inner voice just told her). It talks a lot about a person when the first thing they say is not that you bleed, but that you smeared their carpet.

  Ivakir bent over the spots, putting her hands on her bony knees, looking as if she had found something interesting on the ground, as if she was ready to say "Well, well, well, what do we have here?". She spat on the floor, right where there were two perfect round spots - You don't expect less from the witch - and began to rub it with her finger. The tip of the finger has already turned red.