oh duh fic update
Feb. 25th, 2020 02:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Ha ha I just came on here like “aw no notes? on my update? nobody liked? what?” and it was only as I was disconsolately scrolling that I was like
did I actually… update the fic?
and the answer is that I did not, so. Like, I did not even come close to doing so, did not even compose a post about it, had not even created the work on AO3 as a draft. I made a title, though, so in my head, I was done.
It’s only a short one, but. There it is. Ciri gets to Kaer Morhen. I wanted to do more of her POV, but– well, she was really tired, so, we’ll get more of her later. This is kind of an interstitial little chapter, setting up for action later and establishing things. Ancient Sea, chapter 1: Wolf Pack, on AO3
“I found all your gear, Geralt, all together, in a guardroom near the gate.” Eskel sat down beside him on the bench, straddling the bench and looking– upset. He was upset. “It looked like they’d looted your corpse. Every knife, Geralt– every knife.” He held up a cloth bag, set it on the table, opened the top, and spilled out a collection of daggers, mostly silver-coated but not all. “The ones you hand over when they tell you to disarm, and the ones you never do.” He poked through them and pulled out a little battered steel folding knife, which Geralt always kept inside his waistband, near the skin. The wooden handle had long since worn through and fallen off, and he’d wrapped his unskilled repair in rawhide that had begun to wear away as well. It was a little boy’s knife, had been a little boy’s knife a hundred years ago. No one ever found it in searches. But the Cintran guards had.
Geralt nodded. There wasn’t much to say.
Ha ha I just came on here like “aw no notes? on my update? nobody liked? what?” and it was only as I was disconsolately scrolling that I was like
did I actually… update the fic?
and the answer is that I did not, so. Like, I did not even come close to doing so, did not even compose a post about it, had not even created the work on AO3 as a draft. I made a title, though, so in my head, I was done.
It’s only a short one, but. There it is. Ciri gets to Kaer Morhen. I wanted to do more of her POV, but– well, she was really tired, so, we’ll get more of her later. This is kind of an interstitial little chapter, setting up for action later and establishing things. Ancient Sea, chapter 1: Wolf Pack, on AO3
“I found all your gear, Geralt, all together, in a guardroom near the gate.” Eskel sat down beside him on the bench, straddling the bench and looking– upset. He was upset. “It looked like they’d looted your corpse. Every knife, Geralt– every knife.” He held up a cloth bag, set it on the table, opened the top, and spilled out a collection of daggers, mostly silver-coated but not all. “The ones you hand over when they tell you to disarm, and the ones you never do.” He poked through them and pulled out a little battered steel folding knife, which Geralt always kept inside his waistband, near the skin. The wooden handle had long since worn through and fallen off, and he’d wrapped his unskilled repair in rawhide that had begun to wear away as well. It was a little boy’s knife, had been a little boy’s knife a hundred years ago. No one ever found it in searches. But the Cintran guards had.
Geralt nodded. There wasn’t much to say.
