Geralt and Juray arrived at the Kingfisher, an upper-end tavern right on the line between the poor and merchant districts. There were already several people there and Zoltan approached them.
"Just in time," he said. "Let's find some arse-rests. Should start soon."
They managed to find seats in the fairly crowded establishment as a blond-haired woman walked onto stage. She wore a pant set that was very much like something Jaskier would wear, brightly colored in red and blue. She sat on a stool and tuned her lute before she started to play. Then she began to sing in the most beautiful voice Juray had ever heard.
These scars have long yearned for your tender caress.
To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own.
Rend my heart open, then your love profess.
A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone
You flee my dream come the morning.
Your scent -- berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy.
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep
Juray glanced over at Geralt, recognizing Yennefer and realizing it was a song about the two's love. Geralt, in turn, was enraptured by her song.
The wolf I will follow into the storm.
To find your heart, its passion displaced
By ire ever growing, hardening into stone.
Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace
You flee my dream come morning.
Your scent -- berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep
Geralt has a look of memory on his face as the song continued, Juray having no doubt he was thinking of his sorceress.
I know not if fate would have us live as one.
Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound
The wish I whispered when it all began.
Did it forge a love you might never have found?
Priscilla noticed Geralt in the crowd as she sang, locking her eyes on him as she finished the song.
You flee my dream come the morning.
Your scent -- berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep
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Something Wild (Child of the Winter Moon Book 1)
FanfictionJuray of Riverdell isn't your typical woman. Born under the first full moon of winter and named a curse upon her village for her white hair, Juray finds herself under the tutelage of Witchers of the Wolf School, becoming one of the few female Witche...
