[Not one of those places ring a bell. And no realization dawns on his face. Geralt's scowl deepens. He squints and finds no mountain range looking familiar in the distance.]
Fuck.
[Already getting under one another's skin he doesn't bother asking what the nearest kingdom is to these, what he assumes to be, townships.]
An hour's ride from Posada.
[The earth around themis dry and the weather arid enough.]
[ Faye hasn't been exactly everywhere in the solar system. Maybe she's managed to never hear about this Posada place. She wasn't much of a social butterfly; in fact, between snooping for information and interacting with the small handful of people she knows, this was the most she's spoken with a stranger in months.
Which begs the question for her: why was she still here? ]
Hate to break it to you but if you're looking for a ride, you're tough out of luck. My ride is one seat only.
[And there is plenty of earth and dirty. Geralt gives it an idle kick then thinks again on what she has said.]
....there's only one moon.
[To his knowledge anyway. Shit. Shit. How will he get out of this one?]
Can you point me in the direction of the nearest village then?
[That is about the only help that seems worth asking. He hasn't looked at the craft she as speaking about since first glance. Best not even try and make sense of it. He only has so patience. Right no it is being used to sort this lost business.]
no subject
Fuck.
[Already getting under one another's skin he doesn't bother asking what the nearest kingdom is to these, what he assumes to be, townships.]
An hour's ride from Posada.
[The earth around themis dry and the weather arid enough.]
no subject
[ Just want to be sure she heard him correctly. ]
Is that a moon or something?
[ Faye hasn't been exactly everywhere in the solar system. Maybe she's managed to never hear about this Posada place. She wasn't much of a social butterfly; in fact, between snooping for information and interacting with the small handful of people she knows, this was the most she's spoken with a stranger in months.
Which begs the question for her: why was she still here? ]
Hate to break it to you but if you're looking for a ride, you're tough out of luck. My ride is one seat only.
no subject
[And there is plenty of earth and dirty. Geralt gives it an idle kick then thinks again on what she has said.]
....there's only one moon.
[To his knowledge anyway. Shit. Shit. How will he get out of this one?]
Can you point me in the direction of the nearest village then?
[That is about the only help that seems worth asking. He hasn't looked at the craft she as speaking about since first glance. Best not even try and make sense of it. He only has so patience. Right no it is being used to sort this lost business.]