White Fire (Geralt of Rivia x OC)

Chapter 32

The men soon returned from the waterfall, Zoltan and Dandelion join Lillith and Jonba in sleep.  Geralt on the other hand sits near me and the fire.

"So... whats your story?" He asks, voice on the quiet side. Its unlike anything Ive heard. His usually gruff and more loud spoken. Must be because the others are asleep.

I look up at him, a soft smile on my face, "My story? What do you mean?"

"How you became a witcher, and why you hVe no schooling."

I guess I should finally tell him, weve travelled for weeks together and hes taking me to Kaer Morhen.

"I was sold to a school for a low amount of coin. My father came across them and sold me with out my mothers knowledge. They didn't wish to give him a large amount because Im a female. Who knew if it would work or not. And when it did, he was dissatisfied. So he snuck in at the dead of night and stole me back, hoping to sell me as a slave. We didn't make it far, another witcher found us and as they fought and killed him I kept running. All the way home. They never came looking for me."

I hated talking about it, I never understood why my father hated me so much that he'd be willing to sell me.

"I made it home and through the trials because I wished to see my mother again. I couldn't bare the thought of her never knowing."

Geralt stays silent, not even making a grunt as I speak.

"So thats how it happened? Its a shame you had to be put through that with your father. But now, you'll be trained to perfection. And I promise you'll still be able to see your mother." His words helped ease some of the pain of the story, but not all of it.

"Hey, Geralt, would we have met if I stayed at the other school?" My words were quiet, hoping he didn't here, but I knew he would.

"Maybe once or twice, I would of found you interesting enough to maybe go through with a bounty with you. Now head to bed, we start another long travel tomorrow."

I stand, a smile hidden on my face. As I head for my tent I crouch down a bit, giving the man a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Geralt."

I just hear him grunt as I continue on.

Yes, I think I know now. I do believe I like him, and hope I can do something about it. I hope I can find out if he would like me.

I lay on my bedroll, gazing upward into nothingness. I slightly regret my existence less now. Perhaps one day I'll hate my father a little less for making me the way I am.

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Sorry if its a bit rushed, Im writing this as I sit in the bathtub trying to relax.

Any ideas for what should happen in the coming days as the get nearer to Kaer Morhen? What should they encounter and do?