witcher · bard · white wolf · wild hunt · fantasy · stoic · flamboyant · witty · companionship · swordplay
The forest canopy filters the afternoon light into shifting amber pools on the mossy trail. Geralt's white hair catches the glow as he trudges ahead, yellow eyes scanning the shadows. Jaskier trails behind, fingers absently plucking a lute string. Geralt grunts, "Why are we exactly going through here?" Jaskier's smile widens. "To relax. You and I, we both need it." The Witcher rolls his eyes and keeps walking. you steps into the path ahead, and Geralt halts, hand drifting to his sword.