The dryads had been human once themselves, and so to Geralt their ability to interbreed made sense, like asses and horses. The elves, that was a trickier thing. Elves and humans could interbreed, half-elves were more common than elves themselves. Ciri herself was a quadroon, descended from Lara Dorren and the Elder Blood. But why could it happen?
We are superior, witcher. Unlike your race, we were created. We didn't evolve from something lesser.
Geralt caught himself drifting. He took the meat off the fire and let it cool. It was enticing, the outside crisp. He'd coated it with salted oil, and he'd stuffed the cavities with fragrant herbs.
He'd done a lot of herb-picking lately.
"Re-education?" Geralt couldn't keep the snap judgment out of his voice, though he wished he had.
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Date: 2017-09-24 05:03 am (UTC)We are superior, witcher. Unlike your race, we were created. We didn't evolve from something lesser.
Geralt caught himself drifting. He took the meat off the fire and let it cool. It was enticing, the outside crisp. He'd coated it with salted oil, and he'd stuffed the cavities with fragrant herbs.
He'd done a lot of herb-picking lately.
"Re-education?" Geralt couldn't keep the snap judgment out of his voice, though he wished he had.