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saskia, witcher 2

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listen i wrote this forever ago, and was going to make it into something else, and then decided it stands alone just fine, so here it is, in some stolen moments. Y’all this week has been hectic, and next week is going to be worse probably, and nothing is simple and everything is hard. But here is a nice fairy story about how Iorveth met Saskia.

A Nice Fairy Story, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/40977879

So it was only him, and implacable Nature, and the sun in the trees, and his rising fever and growing weakness.

And this dragon. He blinked in some surprise; he hadn’t expected a dragon. Or a– slyzard or whatever this was. Forktail. It didn’t look like any of the creatures he was used to. It was a pale greenish color, dull and unprepossessing, with big golden eyes, and it was rather large. It had popped its head over the edge of the little nest Iorveth had made himself in the crotch of this tree, and was looking at him with first one of its eyes, then the other.

“Oh,” Iorveth said. “I suppose this might as well happen.” (Your picture was not posted)