farsickness | solstice

She didn't mind digging, not with someone who might understand. The list of those that she could connect with were small. Those who faced a world similar to her own, that lived a life as she did might understand. Actions and decisions were not dictated completely by morality or coin, often interchanging. Such a life as well meant that people came in and out of it, sometimes sooner and more brutally than you might want.

She wasn't worn down from it as much as she had been in the past. The subject wasn't something she felt the need to avoid or pretend didn't hurt her. Kynareth had managed to ease her heart and the Grey Beards had done the rest.

Her smiled was welcoming, inviting more of a conversation with them, and certainly wanting something more than small talk. She regarded the ring. "I know. But that's..." her thumb twirled the ring roughly, "it's never going to be the same. They can bring the person here, but you can't really go back to how it was."

Geralt can't help but realize how much truth there was to that. He'd been wondering what would happen if Yennefer came in and what would become of that last wish that he made. Would it resume with them both being in the same place? Those kinds of questions were pointless to think about.

"No, you can't," Geralt agrees, feeling the weight behind that. He may still be him, but he's beginning to adapt himself to this place and learn about the way of life for others who have been brought here. "And maybe that's for good reason."

He downs the rest of his drink and glances into the cup.

"There's.. someone from my world that I wouldn't care to see here or maybe it's that she wouldn't want to see me."

Yeah, it's definitely the latter part of that sentence.

"Did you part badly?" He understood at least. Most seemed eager to wish for family or friends, but that wasn't her way. Those that she cared for were settled in some fashion. Bringing them here would disrupt that and frighten them. She could adapt to a place like that, a bit used to some sort of shipwrecked entrance. Hearing another say the same though eased her mind.

"Everything moves forward," she added, agreeing with his sentiment. "There was a tree in my world, the Gildergreen. It was very beautiful and sacred. It stood in Whiterun for years, a symbol to the followers of Kynareth. Over the years though, it slowly decayed and wilted.

There was a choice in how to save the tree. To force it back to its original beauty, you would have to assault an elder tree and drain its sap, disturbing the peace of the grow. Or you could appeal to the tree, let the old Gildergreen die and let a sapling take its place. It would mean relinquishing what was for an uncertain end, but the beauty that created the original would at least remain."

She finished the last of her cup, setting down by her feet. "That's a hard lesson to learn, even in metaphors."

Did they part badly? Geralt can't help but laugh and after he's done shaking his head he looks to the side at the woman he still does not the name of listens to her story. At first, to Geralt, it's the type of story that he has always resented. Yet, her narrative sparks a colourful image in his mind and for a brief moment, he can see that tree and in all its beauty.

"Sounds like it," he shifts, preparing to stand. "And to answer your question, yes, we did part badly."

Geralt gets to his feet and pauses in a silent invitation for her to join him. When they set out towards the inn, he decides to share a little of that story.

"Her name is Yennefer and we first crossed paths while I searching for someone to help my friend who'd been cursed by a djinn," he tells her with a scowl. Stupid bard. "We all thought it had been him that had been granted the wishes and she wanted to force him to make his final wish so she could capture it for herself."

Why was he even telling her this? The end of the story would make him look foolish and ridiculous, so he stops and shrugs.

"We couldn't seem to stop crossing paths after that. Even if we were on separate journey's."

He's patient in a way she didn't expect, but that could easily come from his time as a hunter. How often did he have to crouch in the woods or mud, waiting for some beast? A meandering story might be a bit more pleasant than a cold night, waiting for something to rise up in the darkness. After a few too many cups, she was waxing philosophical, but he didn't take the opportunity to poke fun. She had to appreciate that.

The silent invitation was accepted and she fell into step beside him, feeling the breeze billow under her cloak.

She's able to gather enough information to determine what a djinn was at least capable of from the story. "Did she finally capture it?" There was a part missing, an ending of some kind that he was leaving out.

Tipsy as she was, she could guess why their paths crossed. "It sounds as if you were fated, either by magic or gods."

It was better than listening to Jaskier for endless hours as they moved from place to place. She was also far easier on the eyes, but even thinking it he's sure he'd hurt the bard's feelings, wherever he was. As much as Geralt complained or saw him as a pain in the ass, he missed Jaskier's company.

"No," he answers. "Capturing it wasn't as easy as she thought it to be. I made my last wish and our fates were bound together."

By magic, yes, but he was the one that created the spell, in a matter of speaking. And he did it against her will.

Hence, parting badly.

Ah. A bad parting was understandable then. Despite her better instincts, she murmured, "You will have plenty of chances to make it up to her, at least." Her arms were starting to go numb beneath her dress. This wasn't exactly the Tamriel tundra, but it was still cold enough to displease her Breton blood. She drew a bit closer to him, seeking any heat he might give off. "Do djinn play tricks with the wishes?"

It would be like a Daedric Prince and she had seen first hand how certain wishes could be twisted for someone else's amusement.

"There is a chance that the magic isn't so strong that she would actually be brought here. If something can pull you between worlds, it might overpower a regular djinn. So in a way, the wish is broken?"

He wasn't so sure. She had made it pretty clear that she didn't want to see him again and Geralt couldn't really blame her. Still, did that mean he wants her there? No, because it was better for them both.

Glancing down at her as they began to walk, he could see her draw closer and without asking or even saying anything after, he slips off his woollen cloak and drapes it on her shoulders. He might be brusque and stand-offish to most, but he wasn't one to let a woman freeze.

"No, in fact, it's the humans who tend to take advantage of them. They are elementals, capable of great things. People will capture many and harness their powers for their own gain.

She gave a smile of gratitude, pulling his cloak tight against her. "I was once shipwrecked off the northern coast and spent a cold night swimming to shore and hiking to a nearby village. Since, I have a deep fear of the frost." The Nords were stronger than her in that way, but they were made for the cold, she was not.

"Truly? I would have thought because they hold such power, they would use it for amusement." So it must be on how they phrase the wish? "I have never seen a djiin before. The closest Tamriel has to wish granters is the Daedra."

And they were the ones who preferred to be cruel.

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