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[On the morning of New Year's Day, a basket containing six fresh sugared raised yeast donuts was delivered to Geralt's door with a tag tied to the basket.]

Many blessings to you this new year.

[It's easy to pick up her tome and call Geralt. She had agreed to be his guide, after all. So she calls him, blue-grey sparkling and a playful smile on her lips. Both of which hold more than a little promise. There's a peak of bare shoulders and barely there straps of something that's probably clothes.]

I was wondering if you might like to join me in the Spring baths.

[ Oh, what's this now? A call from Cassandra? Geralt wasn't expecting it but he's not about to complain either. She was far too attractive, she reminded him of some of the highborn ladies back home. ]

Lady Cassandra, what a pleasant surprise. Sure, I'd love to.

[ A pause and a thought. ]

Want me to bring anything, other than myself?

[She smiles brightly at his answer, pleased and looking forward to his company.]

I’m glad to hear it!

[She shakes her head with a soft laugh.]

All I need is you.

[She has wine, and a basket of things for them to nibble on. It’s practically a picnic.]

Alright then, I'll be there in a moment.

[ It didn't take him long to arrive, he frequented these baths enough that he could probably get there with his eyes closed.

When he did walk in, he was dressed very casually. A pair of black trousers and a loose tunic top, both a deep navy blue. His hair was down rather than being tied back as it normally was.

Spotting Cassandra was easy, she was the only other person in the room and so Geralt made his way over. ]

[Cassandra is seated on one of the benches, clad in a simple silk dress in a dark purple that brings out the blue of her eyes and the paleness of her skin and reveals a great deal of long, toned leg, her white-streaked curls wild and loose around her shoulders. Beside her, there is a basket of things for them to nibble on, and a bottle of wine with the frost of ice riming its glass; she’s breaking out a rare vintage from home, for this. One of her favourites. From her wine cellar in the castle, although it holds a great deal more than just wine. Beside the wine are two glasses.

She looks up when he walks in, smiling brilliantly at him as he makes his way over to her. ] Hello, Geralt.

[ Geralt would be honoured to know she was willing to share such a special drink with him had he known, though he might have insisted she save it for a special occasion instead. It was good to see her and she looked as beautiful as ever, smiling with a nod, eyes going straight to those wonderfully long toned legs of hers. ]

Cassandra. What took you so long?

[ He smiled, just joking with her, she'd been rather fast actually, which was nice, it let him know she was keen to meet up. ]

[It’s thanks to her time here in the Feywilds that she’s so open with her interest, now. She’s much more comfortable with matters. Able to message someone for a rendezvous. Let them know of her interest. Make the first move.

In fact, she’s come to quite enjoy it.

She laughs at his teasing words.] Had I realised that you were waiting for me to reach out, I wouldn’t have taken nearly so long. [And she’s teasing him right back.] I’ll make sure I do, next time.

[Teasing or no, she absolutely means that about there being a next time.]

[ Geralt can appreciate a woman who goes for what she wants. It's actually rather attractive, another thing he likes about Cassandra. The fact that she actually likes chasing after Geralt is also a plus, considering he's hard to tie down.

Her laughter is a good sign, he takes to coming over and sitting beside her with a smile offered in return to her teasing. ]

As you should. It's just rude to keep a man in waiting.

[ His tone is joking but a little flirtatious too, he can't help himself, especially when around such a beautiful woman. ]

sup

WYD?

[Behold Geralt, the wonder of Gen-Z communication and text speak.]

[ Give him a moment to reply, Ren, he has no fucking idea what that means. ]

Wyd? This some kinda code? Are you in trouble, can't talk? Need help?

...

Or are you just texting me to call me weird? Kinda rude.

~~fuckin boomer~~

[The above appears as a scratched out reply.]

it means what yu doing????

[ Boomer? What the fuck is a Boomer? Some Dwarven miner? Slang for Pyromancer maybe? ]

Could have just said that fromt the get go.
I'm not doing anything.
I was meditating until you messaged.
Can't sleep. The usual.
WYD?

i did. thats wot wyd means.

[Why meditate? It isn't as if you can regain gnosis here? Weird choice but whatever. Don't get distracted, Ren.]

cant sleep too. not becos im meditatin
just horny
lol

[ It's how he regains health not knowledge, there's nothing enlighting about the form of meditation a Witcher engages in. ]

I see.
Can't sleep, horny and thought to call me?
Should I be flattered or did you send this message to everyone?

[Why aren't there emojis on this thing? She misses emojis.

This is a situation that could have just been an eggplant emoji and done with.]

not lookin for an orgy [Because why else would you send messages to everyone.]
nbd if you arnt interested
sure i can barcrawl if i hav to

[ No, emojis would only complicate things further! You've already confused him with your lack of letters in your words Ren! Don't bring phallic fruit and veg into this... ]

nbd? come on now Ren, I think you're doing this on purpose to make a fool out of me.

Wouldn't want you picking up drunks.
Might be too intoxicated to satisfy you.
Whereas I'm fully rested.

no big deal - nbd. i dont want to write everythin owt
hurts my hand

[Writing more than three small sentences is really pushing her.]

you aint got to be coy about it. you comin over or what?

[ Don't worry, Ren he's not gonna make you spell everything out for him. It's too much effort to learn anyway. ]

Leaving now.
Which wing are you in?

[Thank Gaia. She would rather her hand was aching from holding something other than a pencil.]

spring

my name is on the door

[Admittedly it's scrawled on the door in permanent marker - inelegant to the last.]

[ So would he, to be honest. ~~Insert eggplant and splash emoji here!~~ ]

omw now

[ Shut up okay, he's trying his hand at this abbreviated text business.

It doesn't take long to find her room. Using his Witcher sense, picking up the aura he remembers her having around her, as well as following his Wolk Amulet, noticing when it starts to tremble the closer to her door he gets. Spotting the scraw and shaking his head, classy he utters under a breath to himself before rapping his knuckles a few times on the door.

When Ren opens the door to him, she'll see that Geralt is only wearing a pair of thin cotton trousers held up with a thick leather belt and an open blue tunic top, his amulet resting against the scarred chest. Likewise, his usually tied back hair is loose and hanging free, tucked behind his ears. It's late okay. ]

[Unfortunately, because Ren is too horny to pay attention ~~failed her perception roll~~ the necklace and strange manner of dress passes her attention at the moment. But Geralt always seems to dress like he's going to one of those dumb Medieval Faires. What's new about that?

Ren isn't exactly one to dress for anything other than comfort so she answers the door in her usual lounging about attire; sports bra and lycra shorts. Frankly, she'd be naked if she hadn't been busy tidying up a little. No need for Geralt to be able to find her axe and sex toys too quickly.]

Y'could've just let y'self in. [Ren shakes her head in amusement, opening the door to let him past her.] C'mon before Rowan hears 'nd gets nosey.

[ That's fine, so long as she doesn't seem to mind. People like his Witcher gear, something about a man in a uniform, or something like that?

Ren looks good in her lounging clothes, they're tight, show off her figure and muscles and that deep-set scar on her thigh he noticed when they were fighting. He takes a moment to look her over before stepping inside and glancing about. ]

I'll remember that for next time.

[ Presumtious enough to assume there will be a next time. ]

Rowan? Hmm... This s'pose to be a secret meeting?

Ain't nothing to be secretive about it. [Ren laughs as she closes the door behind him.] Rowan's....my...let's call 'em a cousin 'nd they sleep 'cross the hall. But they're also a nosey git when the mood strikes them.

[Since the last time they'd met Ren had gained another tattoo; a stylised stag head on her her left inner wrist to match the knotwork band on her right arm. Both distinctly Celtic in style and form.

The room was of the same ilk as most of them but done out in the spring pastels - the dressing table currently being used as a weapon stand.]

I never bother lockin' the door. Anyone dumb enough t'steal from me would get what's comin' to them. [Frankly they'd be lucky to make it out alive.] 'Course, that's t'say nothing of lockin' people in to keep them from escapin' easily. [She said, with a pointed smirk.]

Hmm, I think I understand.

[ So, there was something unusual about this Rowan character too? Geralt would have to check them out, he was keen to meet and learn about those not exactly human here. Still, it was rude to speculate and Ren hadn't opened up about what she was, so he wouldn't ask. No harm no foul.

Looking around the room as he strolled about, touching a finger across all the pretty weapons she had gathered, not that he was called her to admire those, so he soon turned his back on them and instead focused on Ren. ]

Oh? Locking me in now are we? Think I could fight my way out if need be.

[ Spoken with humor in his tone, taking a few pointed steps towards her, something devious in his eyes. ]

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