( SEMI-OPEN ) march catch-all

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: Mareuer // March
Where: Aefenglom; The Wilde
What: March things! Maybe TDM event prompts.
Warnings: n/a



CREDIT | spoilers

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

OPEN: cats + orphans

CLOSED: yennefer | cloud | mogget

Comments

perfect

[gynvael]

[ The man that eventually comes up to him gets a long look of silence as the dog is retrieved and scruffy old cat is held in front of him. Geralt peers down at it. It glares back at him and hisses, showing sharp little teeth.

In truth, Hector is not off the mark for who he thinks wants a pet. It reminds him of an ornery old mare he'd had once before his current Roach. The faintest fondness flickers over Geralt's expression, even if most of that is overshadowed by uncertainty. He's never interacted with cats beyond steering clear of their rising hackles in his presence, until this world. ]

It's a, uh. A gift. For a friend. [ He leans to the side to avoid the cat's swiping claws. For such a battle-worn creature, it has a lot of spirit. Still, Geralt is not an expert gift giver, but he does know he shouldn't show up with a cat that's wont to scratch Jaskier up on first contact. ] Though a cat will suit more than a hound.

[petcromancer]

Damn. Here that, you ornery bastard? You're stuck with me for a while longer.

[The cat huffs, then thrashes his way out of Hector's arm and lumbers off to his favorite perch on a chair that is theoretically for visitors.]

What's your friend like, then?

[gynvael]

[ Geralt watches the cat occupy the chair in the way that only cats can. He glances back at his apparent assistant in pet finding. ]

He never shuts up for one. [ Despite the gruff way he answers, he appears to give the matter genuine thought. He's here in part because the Coven has suggested a familiar might ease the strain on the Bond while Jaskier recovers. He means to find something suitable for that. ]

Something he can talk to. Keep him busy. It's been... [ He pauses, not wanting to get too far into the details. ] Difficult. As of late.

[petcromancer]

A younger cat, then. That'll keep him busier than an adult would.

[Adult cats, like Old Ornery, were more self-sufficient, whereas kittens were more inclined to welcome more frequent affection.

He pauses. A kitten would also require more care. Hector could trust Old Ornery to this man, because that cat would outlive God out of sheer spite.]

How responsible is your friend? Does he have a stable home and resources enough to provide for an animal? I have a cat in mind, but I won't send her to just anyone.

[gynvael]

[ When he hears younger, his assumption is still that it'll be an adult. (Any of them, he thinks, would be considered younger next to that grizzled old cat.) ]

Uh. [ Look, they apparently come from very different places and Geralt's largely involves cats left to scavenge and chase mice on their own while the occasional villager tosses them scraps. Or sweeps them off the doorstep with a broom, depending. They are not, in other words, animals he thinks of as high-maintenance.

Still, the man seems sincere. Geralt's not going to judge someone for their attachment to a particular cat. ]

He fusses over his lute like it's his firstborn. And I trust him with my horse. [ Geralt leans back against a wooden pillar. It's not something he'll ever admit out loud to Jaskier, but he does. ] Your friend will be in good hands.

[petcromancer]

Hmm. Horses are high-maintenance beasts.

[Hector supposes there's no harm in showing the kitten to this man. With a silent look of 'stay here', he slips away again, and comes back with a little ball of fluff.]

This one -mew- loves to sing. He'll -mew- be lucky to -mew- get a word in edgewise.

[The cat give a few more meows to voice all of her thoughts on the subject.]

[gynvael]

[ Despite himself, he can't help peering around curiously as the man vanishes to fetch another creature. What ends up returning is a far cry from the old cat: small and noisy and more fluff than cat.

It's...cute. Fuck. It looks like it'll fit right in the palm of his hand. ]

Someone to out-sing a bard, I see. [ Geralt holds out his hand to accept the grey cotton ball. ] You're fond of them.

[ Are these all animals he's found? ]

[petcromancer]

[Hector raises an eyebrow at the other man. The observation doesn't make sense to him.]

I'm fond of all of the animals here.

[They should be rewarded for not being people. He holds out the kitten for Geralt to inspect.]

Do you think being constantly interrupted would annoy your friend, or would he enjoy a conversation partner?

[gynvael]

[ Apparently. He peers at the man. He's usually fairly good at figuring people out quick, but...there's something he can't put a finger on here.

Probably doesn't matter. The shopkeeper's just got a handful of puppies and cats. Mostly harmless. ]

He won't be bothered. [ Geralt looks down at the kitten as it gives another cry and then tangles a paw in his hair. Yeah. It'll do.

He raises an eyebrow. Hard to say if there are more interview questions coming. ] I've got your approval?

[petcromancer]

He's not for you. Your friend is the one I need to approve.

[Hector doesn't have a formal interview process. He'll just fine out where this friend lives, then come and chat with the cat in a day or so to get an update from her. Just faun things. Totally not menacing at all.]

You'll need to get supplies for her, unless your friend already has them. A box, food. Those sorts of things.

[And Hector may judge this man based on his choices.]

[gynvael]

[ Geralt raises his eyebrow. It is only on behalf of Jaskier that he doesn't hand the meowing kitten back. Look, he doesn't have time to be fussed over for a cat. It's a cat. It'll survive just fine. Less fragile than a horse, at any rate.

He digs into his pocket for some cunes, enough to cover supplies and food and whatever else this man has deemed appropriate for the kitten. A basket? ]

Here. Set me up and when we run out, we'll return for more of the same. Good?