❅ Fifteen (Video)

[stonebird]

(Her eyes are red rimmed and she looks like she has been forgoing sleep. There is a bunch of bound paper, neatly tied with pieces of leather, before her and she is using a quill to write. Yet the tip on the writing utensil has broken and so she is having to make another, sharpening it with a small knife.)

If it isn't asking for too much, will you please tell me your best memories? You needn't go into detail; you can even change some details if you wish. All I want to hear are good stories; stories that end with happiness.

(Some warmth to drive out the chill of Winter and loss.)

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[stonebird]

How did she cheat? (He began the battle. However Ciri chose to retaliate seems fair in that case? Furthermore how does one cheat with snow?)

What is a Witcher? I think the northern parts of most worlds must be cold. My family, household and village must hunt and trade for food and other items. We can plant some crops - or we could before true Winter set in. Now we must rely on our stocks.

(As a matter of fact!)

I was able to escape my second husband, who was nothing less than a monster. I thought his dogs would catch up with my escort and myself; I could hear them baying. But a lady knight arrived in time and fought them off. She was loyal to my late mother and she was able to take me to a safe place far in the North. There, I was reunited with my brother, who I had thought was likely dead too.

Together, he and I were able to retake our home, Winterfell, from my monster of a husband.

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[thanks_bunches]

Used Elder magic. Teleported away from where she was and appeared right behind me. Like I said, cheating.

[ There was an air of amusement still in his gruff voice as he spoke of the girl. Truth be told, he would have let her win the playful fight despite who started it and who cheated anyway. Seeing her laugh and sharing but a small fraction of joy with her was well worth it.

Geralt inhaled slowly through his nose, a sound almost like a sigh. He should be used to people asking what a Witcher was by now. ]

A Witcher hunts all manner or monster and horrors. Mutated and trained in ways of magic and battle. Folk pay crown coins of gold for us, whenever something nasty lurks and creeps too close to the settlements.

[ Geralt nodded, blinking his yellow cat-like eyes at her words. ]

If you're struggling for supplies here, I can offer my service. Another trait of a Witcher is our sense. I can track even when no trail is left behind. Good at finding fruits and roots too as a matter of fact.

[ Looking rather proud of himself for a moment, it was one of a Witcher's better abilities after all. Hardly ever grew hungry or cold due to their skills and mutations. ]

Your story sounds woeful. Glad you found some kind of happy ending to it. If you can call being here either happy or an ending that is. Don't get many Lady Knights where I'm from if any at all. Most of the fighting women are from the isles of Skellige, big fierce things with fire-kissed auburn hair. I wouldn't mess with one.

[ He couldn't help but feel sorry for the heartache she described. People could be so horrible to one another, there was no need. ]

Sometimes the worse monsters of them all are those wearing the masks of men.... Well, if he ever shows his face here, just point me in his direction, okay?

[ Giving her a nod, letting the dual swords on his back clatter and clash together as he did so. ]

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[stonebird]

You began the battle, ser; I think it wise she not face you in physical combat. Women can be as strong as men, but that is rare.

(Magic is something she has encountered in two worlds now, but it's as foreign as the sun or the moon all the same. As such, she can understand why a Witcher would be paid handsomely for their services.)

I doubt there are any fruit trees or bushes in this wasteland, but if you could find any that are edible, I would be extremely grateful.

(While his eyes are unnatural - and his power awe inspiring - Sansa does not feel he is cruel.)

Well I have the auburn hair at least. (Fire kissed. That is a Westerosi saying too.) You are kind, but I have relied on others, hiding behind their shields and blades for long enough. There are skills a woman can hone that are useful outside of a spar.