Is it Destiny? (Geralt x reader)

Chapter Four.

Previously...

"So to Posada then shall we?" (Y/n) says with a small smile trying to think lightly and forget what had happened in the village, for it wouldn't be good for her if she dwelled on every negative matter that she encountered.
    "To posada," Geralt responded softly with a light smile that shocked (y/n) making her smile even bigger.
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    Traveling in the forest trails, the leaves were full of vibrant green scenery giving a constant reminder of the summer season. Geralt and (y/n) had been traveling for a few days now, taking camp during nightfall and moving during day time. During their travel they made small talk, debating, agreeing, just chatting, their time away. (Y/n) gotten to know Geralt better and how humourous the Witcher could be especially with his sarcastic remarks. Both of the Witchers enjoyed each other's presence more than they thought they would. And now and then the echoes of what Renfri chanted lingered in their heads.

"Do you not get tired walking all the time?" Geralt asked as they walked. Geralt was on his horse and (y/n) had been walking.

"I have pretty comfortable shoes," (y/n) grinned, half-joking. "But no, Alps sometimes lets me ride on her back," she says as she glances over and the giant white wolf that followed them.

"Hm," Geralt replies with giving an interested raise of an eyebrow at the big dog and (y/n). After all, Geralt did think (y/n) looked fairly light and petite. This made the corners of his lips tug into a slight smile as he looked forward now and continued to travel their way to Posada.

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Upper Posada was beautiful. Mostly surrounded by beautiful nature, it featured tall unique structures that formed their inns, shops, and taverns. And of course, knowing the two Witchers, they immediately headed for the tavern. Before crossing the bridge to the tavern, Geralt tied the reins of Roach to a nearby post, and (y/n) told her companion to stay with Roach. They then crossed the flimsy bridge to enter the tavern.

The tavern was like any other tavern, lively, and full of villagers and tourists drinking alcohol during the daytime. The two witchers instinctively walk over to the corner of the place. Geralt sets down his two swords and (y/n) her sword and bow and arrows across from him. Geralt had already been seated and (y/n) being thirsty, she decides to get them drinks.

"Want anything Geralt?" (Y/n) asks standing by the table.

"Ale," Geralt answers glancing at (y/n) with a soft expression.

"Right, coming right up," (y/n) says in a teasing sort of matter.

As (y/n) orders some ale and grape juice* for herself, a bard in the tavern starts to sing.

"You think you're safe~
without a care~
But here is Posada~
You'd be wise to beware~"

(Y/n) now waiting at the counter of the bar for her order, had nothing but listen to the bard sing. Compared to other bards she had encountered, this one could sing pretty well. Most bards she came across made her want to punch them in the face. But this one, she kind of liked.

"The pike with the spike~
That lurks in your drawers~
Or the flying drake
That will fill you with horror~~"