( OPEN ) february catch-all

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Jaskier; Yennefer; You
When: February // Feoveuer
Where: Aefenglom
What: A rescue. Not quite from who you'd expect. + other things as they come.
Warnings: Violence, CW related to the current event.

[ starters in comments. plot with me at discontinued! ]

OPEN: post-kidnapping

CLOSED: Jaskier | Yennefer | Jaskier pt. ii | yennefer + myr

Comments

my turn to apologize for being late!

[faithlikeaseed]

[Fox-musk and crushed berries. Myr dips his great head to take the scent from the grass, before craning his ears after the fleeing fox. It's in too much of a hurry to answer questions, off about its vulpine business, and he doesn't bother inquiring: They've their direction, after all.]

Onward, then.

[Toward the water, and presumably food, though their quarry will be in competition for that with all the other fattening bears this time of year. It's a notion the Faun considered before setting out; now seems an opportune time to bring up some of the supplies he brought, as they push into the forest in earnest.]

I brought food for her, [he mutters as they walk, quiet but not a whisper. Better anything they might startle can hear them coming; without knowing, he's of a mind with Yennefer in that.] Left pannier. Might help calm her down, when we find her.

[That they will find her, he is fixed on; the world would be too cruel, otherwise, and he's had enough of cruelty this last month.

The sound of the Temese grows steadily louder through the trees, and with it, the noises of creatures that call the riverbank home. Myr slows, ears twitching and turning once more, his steady steps grown more tentative as it becomes harder to listen to his avian guides.

Somewhere ahead, a bear snorts, and coughs, and bellows a challenge. Another roars back in short order.

It seems their wayward Turnskin isn't the only one at the water.]

[gynvael]

[ Geralt, for his part, lets the two of them do the announcing of their arrival. He moves as silently as he always does, the trail easier to follow now that they've caught it.

The thick animal scent finds him before he hears the roar. Geralt reaches for Yennefer first, a hand on her elbow to try to keep her from going any further. ]

Stop. [ He steps ahead, between some thick leaves, to see if he can catch a glimpse. There are certainly two bears: one larger than the other, with only a scrap of the cloth Myr had spoken of on her, and much less bright than it had once been. He can tell it's her blood, same as what they'd found, even if he can't spot the wound from this angle.

Shit. He takes a second to consider. They don't need three of them to confront Labete. And he knows full well out of their little group, he's the most likely she'll find a threat—another Turnskin is a visible challenge to whatever territory she's carved out.

Leaving both Myr and Yennefer with an unstable Turnskin isn't what he'd planned. But they don't have much choice. He trusts Yennefer can handle it, if things go awry. ]

I'll draw it away. [ He's already tucking his equipment under the brush, an indication that he means to change. If anyone means argue with him, they'll need to do it quickly.

He holds out a small round metal ball, with a trigger, for Yennefer to take: one of Jaskier's smoke-filled sleep bombs. ] You two talk to her.