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ceallach, snippet post

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so i have– ok i am in ADHD hell today and can’t keep a single fucking thought in my head so this is going to be wildly scattered and i’m going to not know how to make it into a question like i meant to ask– but– anyway maybe i’m not looking for an answer i’m looking for reassurance

so for a near-future chapter of Fit For Pearls, the plot bit I want to go with is that Ciri and Geralt decide, since they’re in Nilfgaard, to look up Cahir’s family, and tell them what happened to him.

framing device in narrative– i decided that nilfgaardian nobles are pretty inbred, we know that (Morvran is related to Emhyr on both his mother’s and father’s side, that’s canon), so it’s perfectly reasonable for Morvran also to have been related in some way to Cahir. (Cahir was Vicovaran, yes, and his mother’s mother was a Nordling, but his father was at court in Nilfgaard, it’s not unreasonable that somewhere somebody’s mom was Nilfgaardian.) So, Morvran has been tapped to escort Ciri and Geralt to his great-aunt’s house or whatever, and so as they’re telling their story, he’s mildly tipsy and listening to this somewhat distractedly.

But like—- it’s probably fair to assume that a whole lot of readers have not read the books and so I should just go ahead and summarize basically 1/3 of the plot of everything from Time of Contempt thru Lady of the Lake, and it wouldn’t likely make any sense unless I tell it pretty comprehensively?

I asked in one of my Discords and the consensus there was that people who did read the books would likely be delighted, so I’m sort of asking here for people who didn’t read the books, that would probably be fun to read and not tedious, right? To have the story of the Hansa, more or less, summarized?

The only unfortunate thing is that I can’t have Jaskier be the one telling it, because– but oh!! this is post video-game!!! Surely he told Ciri all about the incident where Geralt accused Cahir of being a traitor one too many times, Cahir snapped and started punching him so he started punching back, and Milva settled it by yanking off her belt and absolutely beating the shit out of both of them, which is the greatest mental image in all of fantasy literature and I feel like Netflix has pre-emptively robbed us of it entirely by establishing their Cahir as an actual monster. (😭 the entire point of cahir is that he’s such a fucking dork and it’s such a futile sacrifice but he has literally no choice if he wants to keep his honor but above all else he is such a fucking dork) (also, arguably, the entire overarching point of the Witcher books is that war is a huge fucking futile waste of everything and it absolutely fucking sucks. which like. Cahir encapsulates beautifully.)

OKay well I’ve just solidified in my mind how I’m writing this, so, I don’t really have a question at all, so instead have this snippet from a scene that will almost certainly be deleted, from a no-room-at-the-inn road trip scenario I mentally outlined for the sequel but won’t use: [yes i wrote it mostly as an excuse to describe boobs] [yes i should put in a snippet of what i’m actually writing but listen it’s not coherent yet]

Morvran woke in the morning to Luliana standing beside the bed, bare-breasted, sorting out the hem of her shirt. She noticed him blinking at her from his floor blanket-nest, made a minimal effort to cover her breasts, but then shrugged and smiled ruefully at him. He smiled ruefully back, and then yawned and rolled over so he wouldn’t stare. She had lovely, full breasts, heavy and round, fuller at the bottom than the top, very pleasant to look at, but that wasn’t the deal they had so he wouldn’t look. “Is he awake?” Ciri said very quietly. “Just now,” Luliana said. “I— if you want to get changed he’s not about to stare at you, it’s fine.” “Mm,” he said, and pulled the blanket over his head. He was hard as a fucking rock, but he was used to waking up like that and it wasn’t… necessarily situational. But it was going to be rather a few minutes before he could get dressed. Fewer if he could manage not to think about it. “I worried you’d snore,” Cirilla said. “Mm,” he said. “No. Only ‘f’m sick.” He didn’t need to tell her how he’d trained himself to sleep silently. There was a lot of clothing rustling, and he could well imagine it was Cirilla naked now, which wasn’t helping him make his situation go away. Why, he wondered despairingly, not for the first time, had Luliana told him Cirilla’s nipples were pink? He had never needed to know that. It was information he’d been better off without. “It’s safe now,” Luliana said, “if you want to come out.” (Your picture was not posted)