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I realize that the new season of Witcher is coming out tomorrow.
I won’t get to watch it for… well I don’t know when I’ll get a chance. This
is a pretty bad time of year. So I’ll have to lie low; I want spoilers, but
only really specific ones and only from people I have specifically asked
for them.
But I’ll also be really busy and probably offline a bunch.
(I’ll be sorely in need of distraction, probably, so if I can at all manage
I’ll probably try to update again early in the week, but I have no idea how
that’ll go. It’s– well it’s a bad time of year
https://bomberqueen17.tumblr.com/post/638172522900324352/on-the-darkest-day-of-the-year-remembering-light.
If you ever wanted to comment kindly on any of my work, round about next
Tuesday would be the time to do that.)
So it struck me that I should do this week’s chapter update a day early,
just so it’s not totally overshadowed by the new season, and everyone
either posting about that or blacklisting everything to avoid spoilers.
I had really been working to get the Roche/Iorveth chapter done for this
week, but it’s not quite there and in fact I think I have to split it into
two. (Iorveth, will you shut up and fuck him already? No, Iorveth will not.
This happened last time they fucked too. He had to stage a whole play that
time, I guess I’m getting out of this much more easily this time…. or am I.)
So instead, here is another Fit For Pearls update, this one fairly horsey.
Chapter 16, on AO3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31289303/chapters/89132617
[Voorhis] fixed Geralt with a keen look. “Do you know anything about them?”
He flipped the cuff back, showing the lining, which was embroidered.
“Ciri had ‘em,” Geralt said, and then made the conclusion. “Oh, she gave
them to you.” The embroidery was a little stylized bird. He’d seen that, on
things of Ciri’s. Had to be her device, she’d used it as a signature. Well,
that was a bit– unsubtle, giving a fellow your device to wear. That seemed
significant.
“Yes,” Voorhis said, and he stepped in, closer, his aspect going serious.
“Do you know why?”
“No,” Geralt said, “we didn’t discuss it, I just saw her with them.”
Voorhis looked briefly anguished, and turned away. “What does she mean by
it,” he said quietly.
That, Geralt could have sympathy for. Not from his own experience; he’d
never had a long courtship where he’d wondered about the other party’s
feelings. But from romantic novels, he knew what this was like. And because
so many romance novels featured nobles, he could even begin to guess that
it was a lot more than some people’s feelings riding on it. Voorhis’s
entire future depended on what Ciri thought of him, really.
“Seems to me it’s meant to be a sign of favor,” Geralt said. “I mean, she’s
giving you her symbol to wear.”
“It does give that appearance,” Voorhis said, measuring the stirrup
leather against his arm and then needlessly adjusting the buckle, which was
already on the correct hole of the strap. He paused, took his gloves off,
and replaced them with the new ones, which fit him so perfectly they very
clearly had been made for him.[…]
“Is it so crazy to you,” Geralt said, “that she might like you?” Voorhis
seemed upset, or unsettled, not at all like Geralt would have expected.
Voorhis let out a very short, sharp, humorless laugh. “The prevailing
gossip around all of the palace is how angry she is with me,” he said. “No
one is sure what I did to her, but one of the guards who overheard her
angry tirade to Emhyr about me has been eagerly recounting it, so there is
no shortage of rumors. She just suddenly appeared there, you see, by magic,
and leapt up onto the balcony, and was shouting, but it was in Nordling and
he doesn’t speak it well, so he only got the gist but he certainly heard my
name.”
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