Reincarnation ➵ The Witcher

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"YOUR father," Geralt began, gazing down at the girl as Edith looked around with little interest, "the alderman? He posted a flyer."

The girl hesitated, "For a graveir.. Kikimora's are useful." She stared up at him with no fear, eyebrow cocking upwards at the Witcher's words, "Population control."

Edith sighed distainfully, "Kikimora's, graveirs's, doubt theres any difference anyway. They're all probably horrible beasts."

"Like you, then." Geralt mocked. Edith immediately gave him the evils, and he desperately attempted not to laugh at her. Prick.

"Hm." Geralt turned to leave, Edith on his heels until the girl spoke up once again.

She panicked, "You should speak to Master Irion, our wizard," Why on earth would they do that? "He's willing to pay for odds and ends he needs for elixirs."

"Sure sounds interesting, kid, still not what we're after."

"I told you I'm not a kid!"

"What are you then? An infamous rat-killer?"

"N-no! Besides, I sold him our dog when it died... mysteriously."

"You really are a psycho, kid." Geralt stared at her for a second, Edith viewing the girl as a murderer-to-be in the future. She surely wouldn't be at all surprised if she was one already.

Geralt hesitated, "Fine. Take us to him."

The girl beamed at Geralt's answer, "I got 15 crowns for the yappy mutt."

"How much would he pay if we sold your yappy self for elixirs?" Edith joked, and the girl rolled her eyes at her.

"That's enough to buy some new clothes." The girl looked both Edith and Geralt's apparel up and down, and Edith grinded her teeth in annoyance. Maybe this is what Geralt feels like any time I open my mouth, "Just saying."

"Hm." Geralt took a hold of Roach's rein, following both Edith and the girl in tow, "Come on, Roach."

"Have you ever killed a succubus?," the girl questioned curiously, "A striga?.. Werewolf?.. She-wolf-" Edith scrunched her nose. The fuck was a striga?

"That's not a thing." Geralt interrupted, pace mimicking his two companions evenly.

"So you've killed the rest?", The girl looked up at Geralt admirably, and Edith had to stop the smile from spreading across her face, "I think that makes you a hero."

Edith snorted, "Strangest hero I've ever seen."

"My mother says you're the offspring of foul sorcery, a diabolic creation, a filthy degenerate born of Hell." The girl continued, and Edith winced.

"I'm sure he gets it, kid."

"Have you ever been to hell?" Geralt couldn't help but flicker his gaze to Edith at this question, memory darting back to the day she died. The girl continued on with her ramble, seemingly worse than Edith's.

"I've never even left Blaviken, because my mother's never left Blaviken, and if it's good enough for Libushe, then it's good enough for Marilka."

Edith's eyes stayed focused on the town around them, watching as people went about their day without a care in the world. She remembered when she was little different from them, going through a cycle of continuity day after day, second after second without one ounce of complaint. But she didn't miss it at all. If she was given the chance to return she'd refuse it straight away, because despite how bitchy Geralt was, he'd grown on her like a weed. Persistent.

"That's my name, Marilka," The girl announced, as if that would do anything from preventing Edith from calling her 'kid', "Like milk." Edith snorted.

"Great comparison."

Marilka frowned, "What's your names?"

"Edith."

"Geralt." He rasped.

The girl diverted her attention onto him, "Like garroter? Nice." Marilka seemed to ignore Edith's presence entirely, attention focused on the fascination of the Witcher, "Where are you from, Geralt?"

Edith was also curious. Sure, she often wondered about Geralt's past, but she wasn't as confident as the little blonde haired girl walking with them to ask.

"Rivia."

"I don't know where that is, but I could learn if you'd let me." The smile couldn't be held back now, and Edith allowed it to grace her features at the sweetness of the girls treatment towards Geralt, which was of course, ultimately ruined by him.

"No." Edith rolled her eyes at his response. Typical.

"Because I'm a girl and girls can't be Witchers," the girl sassed, "which is probably the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

"Hm."

"I want more." She confessed, and Edith's brows furrowed. "I have to be more because I don't know what to do in Blaviken for the rest of my life, except for go to the boring old market."

"And kill rats." Geralt deadpanned.

"And dogs."

Edith sighed, "Are you sure this isn't your child, Witcher?"