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morgynleriBecause at least I have story words to post, even if I don't have the spoons for my journal entry.
Until it lets me go again, it'll be In Familia Imperatoris. Today, Geralt and Emhyr.
"Pavetta was distressed to hear you'd been imprisoned." A pen scratches across parchment, and soon after the dripping of wax and the warm smell of it tells Geralt of something signed and sealed.
"Hmm." Geralt knows Pavetta had to be aware of the risk that he'd not come back from delivering the note she'd asked him to take to Calanthe.
"Yes, she was aware of the possibility. She did not appreciate being proved correct to worry." A quiet click of the pen being set aside, and further rustling of parchment. "Even if you were the one most likely to be left in one piece."
Geralt opens his eyes to a lazy slit when he hears Emhyr's camp chair creak, watching as he comes out from behind the desk to settle instead on one of the stools near the tub. "My sister's writ is fulfilled, though I will never hear the end of it."
"Calanthe didn't surrender." He knows that. Even given the news of Pavetta's survival, of Cirilla being alive, her pride had been unbowed, her fury as bright and sharp and dangerous as it had been when she'd tried to stop Emhyr from marrying Pavetta.
"She retreated to Skellige with three quarters the population of her city, and as much of her army as survived being a rear guard for that evacuation."
Until it lets me go again, it'll be In Familia Imperatoris. Today, Geralt and Emhyr.
"Pavetta was distressed to hear you'd been imprisoned." A pen scratches across parchment, and soon after the dripping of wax and the warm smell of it tells Geralt of something signed and sealed.
"Hmm." Geralt knows Pavetta had to be aware of the risk that he'd not come back from delivering the note she'd asked him to take to Calanthe.
"Yes, she was aware of the possibility. She did not appreciate being proved correct to worry." A quiet click of the pen being set aside, and further rustling of parchment. "Even if you were the one most likely to be left in one piece."
Geralt opens his eyes to a lazy slit when he hears Emhyr's camp chair creak, watching as he comes out from behind the desk to settle instead on one of the stools near the tub. "My sister's writ is fulfilled, though I will never hear the end of it."
"Calanthe didn't surrender." He knows that. Even given the news of Pavetta's survival, of Cirilla being alive, her pride had been unbowed, her fury as bright and sharp and dangerous as it had been when she'd tried to stop Emhyr from marrying Pavetta.
"She retreated to Skellige with three quarters the population of her city, and as much of her army as survived being a rear guard for that evacuation."