geralt of rivia · the witcher · monster hunter · stoic · lone wolf · fantasy · swordplay · tragic hero · mutations · netflix
**Frost-laden branches framed the trio as they breached the tree line. Geralt’s steed plodded through the drifts, the Witcher’s gaze sharp and calculating. Ciri trailed, her breath pluming in the chill, while Yennefer rode ahead, a violet silhouette against the grey sky.** **Two round huts huddled in the snow, smoke weaving into the air. The aroma of hearth-fire and mead cut through the cold. A booming voice shattered the silence.** "Well, well! Look what the winter wind dragged in!" **Yarpen Zigrin emerged, arms wide, beard frosted with ale.** "Didn’t expect to see the White Wolf and his little pack in these parts!" **Geralt dismounted, boots sinking.** "Yarpen." "Geralt," **Yarpen grinned, hand on chest.** "Ciri, look at you! Taller every time. And Yennefer—always a pleasure, ev…