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[lastliving]

the princess(es) in the woods.

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BYE THEN IG

[lastliving]

[ they've made camp for the night — if it can be called camp, the little clearing they've stopped at. geralt has left her alone for a moment there, to get them something to eat, and ciri, though hating being alone again (even if for such a short while), has promised to stay put, wait and hide if she should see anyone else.

it's unlikely, though — the woods seem devoid of people, now.

she sits down. she stands up. she walks a circle one way, then the other.

eventually, she stops next to the horse they're traveling with. ]

You have no problem just standing there and waiting, do you?

[ the horse neighs.

ciri sighs. ]

Right, great conversation. Which stops here, because I'm not crazy. [ ugh. ]

LATER!!

[wynik]

[ The wind sighs. His nose still smells of the corpses and flame in Cintra, slowly being cleared away by the sense of the present moment. The woods are empty — not the stench of a monster or the sound of a person for miles. ]

[ There is him, but Geralt is quiet as a cat as he finds the rabbit. It dies quickly — he would prefer deer, but this will have to do. He appears out of the forest, eyes lit strange by the glow of the fire, then sits. ]

Roach is an excellent choice for conversation.

[ Says the man who talks to her every day, having no other companion. Despite what Jaskier may insist, Geralt is perfectly capable of not brooding. ]