gifts

[dragonlady7]

venerable, also very cool because i have this gay-ass knife

via https://ift.tt/3BeRR0O

so, two things, one is that it’s my birthday and Dude got me the lady’s leg knife from the bearselkie post i am too ADHD to go look up:

and second is that there’s a chapter update!

i was hoping to have a new thing done for my birthday to post but, well, maybe later. i also was hoping to get a Peace-Tied chapter done but I wasted a bunch of time re-editing the last chapter I posted because I lost track of where I’d left off posting so like. I had to regroup there, so maybe I’ll get that out tomorrow or so or maybe I won’t, LOL. so it’s Pearls again, and Morvran has a bad day.

FIT FOR PEARLS CHAPTER ELEVEN https://archiveofourown.org/works/31289303/chapters/83210671 (how tf are we on 11 already what)

If she had asked Geralt, Morvran could have listened, and would have learned much. He knew the events, certainly, but Geralt could explain to him why Dijkstra had failed to betray the others, could have confirmed for him whether Vernon Roche was fond or resentful of Adda. Those were the sorts of details Morvran’s spies had not caught.

“I’ll have to ask him,” Cirilla said diffidently, as if she hadn’t spoken to him about it. As if it had never occurred to her to ask Geralt about the events he’d witnessed, and had often influenced. Which was a clear enough message: not with you present. It wasn’t unexpected, but it wasn’t good. She was saying unambiguously that she did not trust Morvran, and considered him her father’s creature, which was understandable, as he was. But she didn’t understand; she was now her father’s highest priority, and Morvran had expanded his allegiance. He didn’t want to admit even to himself that he’d been desperately eager to latch onto her, to have something besides Emhyr– but he did, and he had, and he was hers now, and she didn’t realize it.

And didn’t want him. (Your picture was not posted)