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WHO: Geralt and Miranda
WHAT: Kaer Morhen and an unexpected guest.
WHEN: After Geralt returns to Kaer Morhen when Yen plays Love It Or Lease It
WARNINGS: TBD
Drowning was the closest she's come to finding a parallel to falling back through dark space. The all surrounding pressure of a crushing inevitability before a cold but drowsy stupor rushes up to met you. Miranda was nearing an acceptance of her abrupt plummet. Seeing the edges of a burning Earth shatter around her and fraying into a yawning dark.
Only her last ounce of indignation of going out in zero mass cascaded out and enveloped her just as her eyes shut. Before consciousness winked out she thought - when God closes a door, an aperture opens.
Vesemir was the one to find her. Still but breathing in the underbrush of late summer's rushes. An inexplicable find he didn't reflect on in such strange times.
The old Witcher came walking up the hill at the foot of Kaer Morhen with a long slip of white and black slung over his shoulders. From the ramparts, Lambert had mutely pointed to approaching party to the tower Yennefer annexed and was, to his knowledge, still occupying. The them, and back again. Several times before Eskel shut him up with a curt wave.
Several days bleed by in a blur for Kaer Morhen's barely conscious guest. Its hosts less and less helpful as her consciousness clawed back out from the dark. Fluttering eyes waking and collapsing to voices above her at all and odd hours. Her tongue strangely heavy with the coppery taste of silver. She vaguely recalls stammering a litany of demands. Chief among them to get the hell away.
"Big Yennefer's a bit of a bitc-"
There was tremendous effort involved in flopping ones arm, sending a ripple through the mass of space-time. Flouting physics briefly to fling the man she would come to know as Eskel across the room and into a wall. Shortly before passing out again for another two days.
Yennefer was curious, the Witchers were cautious. This attitude was pervasive through the keep until the woman was finally alert enough to give her name. Miranda being a word to hold off accusations of being whatever the hell a doppler was. Long enough to get a few private visits.
First from Yennefer and Keira. The two arriving together with Miranda and the former staring at each other from across a long table. Tilting their heads and raising their brows in near unison until they seemed to reach some kind of silent accord. The latter remarking how odd it was she seemed so relieved to hear 'vaccine' and basic chemistry in their lexicon.
Eventually, after this bizarre vetting, someone told Geralt: "You have at it."
WHAT: Kaer Morhen and an unexpected guest.
WHEN: After Geralt returns to Kaer Morhen when Yen plays Love It Or Lease It
WARNINGS: TBD
Drowning was the closest she's come to finding a parallel to falling back through dark space. The all surrounding pressure of a crushing inevitability before a cold but drowsy stupor rushes up to met you. Miranda was nearing an acceptance of her abrupt plummet. Seeing the edges of a burning Earth shatter around her and fraying into a yawning dark.
Only her last ounce of indignation of going out in zero mass cascaded out and enveloped her just as her eyes shut. Before consciousness winked out she thought - when God closes a door, an aperture opens.
Vesemir was the one to find her. Still but breathing in the underbrush of late summer's rushes. An inexplicable find he didn't reflect on in such strange times.
The old Witcher came walking up the hill at the foot of Kaer Morhen with a long slip of white and black slung over his shoulders. From the ramparts, Lambert had mutely pointed to approaching party to the tower Yennefer annexed and was, to his knowledge, still occupying. The them, and back again. Several times before Eskel shut him up with a curt wave.
Several days bleed by in a blur for Kaer Morhen's barely conscious guest. Its hosts less and less helpful as her consciousness clawed back out from the dark. Fluttering eyes waking and collapsing to voices above her at all and odd hours. Her tongue strangely heavy with the coppery taste of silver. She vaguely recalls stammering a litany of demands. Chief among them to get the hell away.
"Big Yennefer's a bit of a bitc-"
There was tremendous effort involved in flopping ones arm, sending a ripple through the mass of space-time. Flouting physics briefly to fling the man she would come to know as Eskel across the room and into a wall. Shortly before passing out again for another two days.
Yennefer was curious, the Witchers were cautious. This attitude was pervasive through the keep until the woman was finally alert enough to give her name. Miranda being a word to hold off accusations of being whatever the hell a doppler was. Long enough to get a few private visits.
First from Yennefer and Keira. The two arriving together with Miranda and the former staring at each other from across a long table. Tilting their heads and raising their brows in near unison until they seemed to reach some kind of silent accord. The latter remarking how odd it was she seemed so relieved to hear 'vaccine' and basic chemistry in their lexicon.
Eventually, after this bizarre vetting, someone told Geralt: "You have at it."