The White Wolf & His Moon

Chapter Four

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As always, italics are flashbacks/thoughts!
This chapter is gonna be a bit angst-y and there really wont be any fluff involving geralt...I mean its geralt what do you expect? We will get some ciri point of view and fluff between her and you lovely readers! Besides that apologies for the slow updates, my mental health kinda put things at a halt till i felt better, and thankfully, I currently feel a bit better and was able to find some motivation, but either way, i'm very sorry for no regular update pattern. I do also understand that ciri's age isn't necessarily accurate, but it is how I needed it for some parts of this to make sense! Regardless, enjoy!

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    It was her...shes finally back. I thought to myself, over my ale. Seeing her had startled me last night, i had had no warning, but apparently neither had the others. As soon as she had stormed off the realization truly struck me.

'Fuck.' I thought to myself, 'I come back with a kid who is troublesome enough and have yet another problem to deal with?' I was bitter, though I couldn't quite figure out why. I should feel excitement at her return, but in some form, my heart only carried hurt. Ciri look to me almost expectantly, before she spoke up in a light tone of voice.

"Geralt, do you know that woman? She was very pretty." Seeing as she was only ten, the young girl was quite blunt, not exactly knowing what should be kept to herself. 

"She should be the one to tell you her own name." I respond in my regular tone of voice, face blankly staring at where y/n walked off before turning to ciri and giving her my full attention, "For now though, leave her be. Lets eat, we've had a long journey."

After we had finished eating, i had watched from a corner of the hall as ciri socialized with the men i had grown to call my brothers, noticing vesemir coming over to me with a cup of ale in hand. 

"Geralt," Vesemir says with a blank expression, standing next to geralt and watching the men with ciri as well, "why aren't you with your brothers enjoying your time to rest?" 

"Cant rest with a child to care for." Geralt jokes, though his tone is still laced with a bitter undertone from the swirling thoughts in his mind.

"I think we both know the true reason." Vesemir replies with a sigh.

"Then why ask?" Geralt's voice comes out more snappy than intended and vesemir looks to him before facing the other men again, ignoring his comment.

"Geralt. You need to speak to her. Not just for yourself, but I believe she could be of great help with ciri, the rest of us are not women, us nor you can fully understand and nurture the girl as she could." Vesemir states bluntly, noting geralts grunt in agreement as he turns to him "In the meantime, come with me, i need your aid in something i'm searching for." 

At this, geralt nods and follows vesemir to his office with a glance at ciri as he walks off.

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Ciri's P.O.V.

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I watched as Geralt walked off with Vesemir, and curiosity struck me. 'Who was that woman?'  Curiosity claimed my thoughts, and so after looking around for geralt, I took the soonest chance to leave the conversation I was in with the older men and rushed towards where the pretty woman went.