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Gentle embers fill the sky till they disappear. Thousands of millions of stars light up the night sky, capturing all of the attention of the woman sitting at the small campfire. Her guard was as low as she'd let it be, staring at the stars that she fell in love with since she first saw them. Her horse stands not too far away, tied to a tree with a bowl of water at its feet as she'd already fed the beast for the night.
The air was filled to the brim with noises of the night, owls and bugs and bats and in the distance, it was the call of wolves as they move through the darkness. Clouds shift, covering and uncovering the stars and on the occasion, they pass over the moon that she was named after. She turns her attention back to the fire and to the rabbit that she was cooking, removing it from the fire and slowly eating, her eyes back to dancing across the stars.
Her horse huffs, making the woman look over at him with a raised eyebrow. "What's wrong boy?" She tilts her head to the side, piercing eyes meeting the animals. The horse doesn't make another noise but moves it's legs in place a bit. Curiosity overcomes the woman as she watches the horse. The woman stands up, discarding her leftovers and walking over to the beast. The right side of her body was illuminated an almost fierce orange colour from the fire. "Just the forest bud." She pats his neck with one hand and runs the other down his snout and to his nose.
There's a crack in the surrounding area that has the horse huff again, shifting once more. Trained eyes dark around at the surrounding darkness of the forest. She was now over alert and paranoid about the woods as the air seems to shift with something she'd never felt before. Her horse shifts closer to her, bumping into her lightly. A hush falls from her lips, soothing the skittish male with the movement of her hand. One of her hands raises up to grip the handle of her new sword. The air seems to shift once more before she hears the faintest sound of a voice, not quite calling but filling up the darkness.
The woman steps away from the horse. "Easy boy." She whispers, turning on her heel and disappearing into the darkness of the surrounding treeline. The fire still roars in its place, lighting up the black horse tied to the tree. It's not too long before the voice grows louder and is roughly hushed into silence. Two figures break the tree line and approach the small camp. One of which sits high on a horse. The other appears to be a bard, walking ahead of the man on the horse. The man dismounts his horse, allowing for it to wander a bit and taking an interest in the male ties to the tree very quickly.
The man who got off the horse has white hair and these piercing golden eyes that gave the woman enough to tell that he was the shift in the air. He was a Witcher, stalking through the campsite with a bard at his side. The Witcher kneels down for a moment, observing the little campsite. "Well, there's a horse here." The bard says, approaching the beast only for it to start to throw a fuss over the unknown man.
The bard holds his hand up in defense. "Jaskier." The Witcher scolds him, glaring something fierce. Jaskier falls quiet as Geralt turns away and looks off to the backing away from the horse only to meet the butt of a sword that knocks him unconscious. The Witcher's horse huffs and shifts around, catching the Witcher's attention from the darkness. He looks at his horse before looking around in confusion for Jaskier, who was nowhere to be found. "Jaskier?" He stands up, his hand subconsciously reaches up for his sword. Suddenly, he turns around, gripping his sword only for him to meet the end of the sword much like his bard had.
His visions twists as he finds himself on his knees, meeting the woman dressed in black, her head dipped down with her hair covering her face. He narrows his eyes in confusion before she strikes him again, knocking him out. She turns on her heel, putting her sword back and approaching the horse. She hushes the female, holding her gloved hands out to the animal. The horse makes no move as the woman takes the reigns and ties her to the tree with the other horse. "Good girl."
Under the light of the moon, the woman moves quickly, tying up Jaskier to one tree on the other side of the fire pit before moving to the Witcher. Her eyes linger on the pendant around his neck before stripping him of his weapons with a slight struggle due to his weight. Once she was sure that the Witcher no longer had any weapons she moves him to a tree away from the bard but still close enough to the fire and ties him up too. Snow eyes trail over the both of them as she settles back down, rolling her right wrist with a small huff of annoyance.
She curses herself for leaving the body behind. Though she thought she'd have more time to run before they sent someone looking into the murder. But to send a Witcher after her? Absurd. She subconsciously tilts her head, eyeing up the pair before looking at the weapons that she'd pulled off of The Witcher. The gears in her head slowly turn until she comes to the idea of who he is just by a guess of what she's heard through her time of traveling. "Geralt of Rivia." She whispers, looking at the white-haired Witcher in pure wonder and curiosity.
