Geralt made a noise almost like a laugh. It was quiet and reserved, as much as his words were, and his expressions. He watched again, the way her little creation took shape. It was beautiful, and that set it apart from the magic of the Wild Hunt and the Naglfar, their ship of bones, which was the only other magic quite like it Geralt had known. It was beautiful, and Elsa put thought and heart into it.
"I'm not actually Rivian. Not that you, or anyone, would be familiar with it. I grew up in a country called Kaedwen. Deep valleys and ravines, bordered by mountains and pine forest."
He studied her for a moment more, the way a dog might.
"I'd like to guess Arendelle wasn't much different. You might have been pretty out of place, otherwise."
Geralt suspected she was out of place regardless, but if she wanted to broach that with him, it was up to her.
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Date: 2017-09-01 01:40 am (UTC)"I'm not actually Rivian. Not that you, or anyone, would be familiar with it. I grew up in a country called Kaedwen. Deep valleys and ravines, bordered by mountains and pine forest."
He studied her for a moment more, the way a dog might.
"I'd like to guess Arendelle wasn't much different. You might have been pretty out of place, otherwise."
Geralt suspected she was out of place regardless, but if she wanted to broach that with him, it was up to her.