[ For awhile, he doesn't yet answer. He rarely talks deeply of Kaer Morhen. It's home for him, but it also isn't home the same way most people interpret it. He's only there a few months out of the year, if that. It holds as many warm memories as it does ones that leave his blood cold. And their numbers have dwindled. Every year he returns, there are fewer and fewer of them to meet him. ]
When the frost came. As usual. [ A handful of winters, they've spent together. Otherwise, they've often parted -- Jaskier for warmer climates, Geralt to the Blue Mountains. ] I'd been on my way before...
[ Well. Here. He doesn't mention that he'd had thoughts of taking Cirilla there to keep her safe. It's too late for that now.
The dragon hunt feels ages ago. So damn much has changed. ]
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When the frost came. As usual. [ A handful of winters, they've spent together. Otherwise, they've often parted -- Jaskier for warmer climates, Geralt to the Blue Mountains. ] I'd been on my way before...
[ Well. Here. He doesn't mention that he'd had thoughts of taking Cirilla there to keep her safe. It's too late for that now.
The dragon hunt feels ages ago. So damn much has changed. ]