ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ (Geralt of Rivia)

xɪɪ.

ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ: xɪɪ.

Yennefer.

Standing there, in the flesh, looking the same as she had the last time Thazina had last seen her, of course, but it still felt strange.

Yennefer.

It had been over fifty years. Thazina had been sure she'd never see her ever again, but here she was. 

She noticed Thazina first, but her bright purple eyes drifted to Geralt quickly. 

"Oh!" the bard said, breaking into laughter at the sight. "Ooh-hoo-hoo! Oh, no, no, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Thank you so much. It's been very nice. Thank you for the wine and the pies, but as the man said, we really can't get involved." He took Geralt by the shoulder, but Geralt's eyes were locked on Yenn and his grip on Thazina's hand was bone-crushingly tight. "Geralt, shall we?" the bard urged.

Geralt looked at his hand, holding onto a stunned Thazina, then he looked at Yenn. "I'm in," he said.

The bard groaned. "Mother of..." he muttered, taking a long drink from his cup.

"The hunt begins at sunrise," Borch said. 

Yennefer couldn't seem to decide if she wanted to focus on Geralt or Thazina. Finally, she tore her attention away from both of them to focus on the man accompanying her. 

Thazina swallowed hard.

If only her visions had shown her this.

When she settled to bed that night in a room at the inn, she thought she heard a knock at her door. She ignored it even though a very strong part of her wanted to open the door and see who it was. Instead, she fell into a black and empty sleep that made her feel as if she was drowning.

She woke up gasping for air at sunrise to Faldrid telling her it was time to go.

Shaking, she followed him to the man hall to eat breakfast.

They headed out with the other parties, one big group of adventurers. 

They all made camp some miles out from the mountain. Thazina had just finished laying out her bedroll when one of the dwarves cried, "Damn it to Korath!"

"What's got your goat?" asked the bard, who she had learned was named Jaskier on the walk. 

"Someone's stolen my pack," the dwarf answered. "Probably those fuckin' Reavers!"