Polyanna: A Witcher's Mage

14 | Of Practices & Isles

College is kicking my ass lol. anyway enjoy

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Heavy grunting sounded through the courtyard of Kaer Morhen. Geralt and Eskel took practiced steps around each other, swinging their heavy swords with intent, not looking to maim but something quite close to it. Euphemiya watched from the tower of the castle, skillfully braiding her long hair as she hummed in tune with Geralt's steps.

It was early in the morning, Vesemir hadn't arrived still with Uma and Yennefer was obviously getting a bit antsy, evident by her more than authoritarian behavior as she snapped at everyone who came even the slightest bit near her. Euphemiya worried it was partly how she embarrassed Yennefer with her comment last evening. Euphemiya had never snapped at someone before (not counting her... massacres- Oh Gods), so she knew it was a talked about topic in the castle today. Lambert seemed to be pretty amused by the tension; if it wasn't for Geralt giving him a heavy prod in the ribs during breakfast.

"Step back," Euphemiya murmured, just a second before Geralt took a step back from Eskel's swing. She smiled lightly in satisfaction, content to see that Geralt's skills and reflexes were as sharp as ever.

Euphemiya finished her braids and tied them up as loops framing the sides of her face. She left the window open as she walked around her room, carefully tidying up any misplaced clothes and paintbrushes. The walls of her bedroom barely had any space left for her paintings, much to her chagrin. A while ago Eskel suggested she paint over it, but she wasn't going to erase all the paintings of the past fifty years.

Euphemiya sat down in exhaustion, huffing out a breath.

For nearly the entire night, at least it felt like it, O'Dimm had been pushing her to her magical limits; demanding her to teleport every few seconds, with and without a portal, telekinesis, aerokinesis, and many more. In order to make it possible for Euphemiya to train for so long, O'Dimm had used chorokinesis; the astounding ability to move time in all directions. O'Dimm promised that once Euphemiya mastered the ability of pyrokinesis (given the fact that fire had shown itself to be a problem throughout Euphemiya's bursts of murder).

Time manipulation. It seemed almost unreal and Euphemiya wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it firsthand from O'Dimm himself. She wondered how long it took him to master all of his powers.

A brief knock sounded on her door and she started walking towards it before a voice came out, "Lunch,"

Euphemiya smiled as she heard Geralt's deep voice coming from the other side and pulled the door open, only to see Geralt's back as he made his way back to the ground floor.

"Geralt!" Euphemiya called to get his attention, but he, to her confusion, seemed to ignore her. She watched him disappear, stunned at his behavior. Perhaps it was because of the lack of sleep, but he really ignored her just then.

She closed the door again, her appetite lost. It felt as though the wind had been knocked out of her. She wrapped her arms around her torso to support herself, feeling stupid for the way she felt. It wasn't a big deal. Geralt could've simply been lost in his thoughts and didn't hear her.

Right, with his inhumane hearing

Oh how stupid. Why did it matter so much that Geralt ignored her? He listened to her any other time, but it seemed like he had been avoiding her for the past two days and now he ignored her on top. Did she do something wrong?

Oh, of course. It was the way she snapped at Yennefer yesterday evening. She believed herself to be in the right, but it seemed like everyone, except Keira and Lambert perhaps, thought it to be rude. She needed to make things right with him. If he wanted to, at least. If Geralt decided to ignore someone then the man would go at lengths to complete his task. Perhaps he needed some distance to work out his thoughts?