[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Limsa Lominscuttle- Kanzuki Beach[/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (70/90) -> Lvl 9 (71/90) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 507 words[/center]

While the others went off to play some sort of ball game further down the beach, Geralt and Yennefer had a quick chat with Karin. "Oh, Miss Kanzuki, your estate is simply [i]marvelous![/i]" Yennefer's cheer was real, but overplayed just a bit. It really was a wonderful place that she'd offered. "We're ever so grateful for your invitation. Yes, this is Geralt. My name is Yennefer. It's very kind of you to allow us all to visit and relax." 

Geralt nodded with an appreciative hum. "Yesterday was rough. It's nice to be able to just...relax for a moment. We'll be going back out soon enough, depending on how the folks from the other team work things out on their end. Thanks for all this." 

Shaking her head with a chuckle, Yennefer effortlessly slapped Geralt on the shoulder. "Always so focused on work, Geralt, even at a party! Some days I wonder if you even know what the word relax means!" This earned a roll of the eyes from Geralt. 

"Oh, trust me, I'll be relaxing plenty once I get some drink in me." That much, Yen knew, was far too true. 

"Oh, I'm sure you will. Stay out of my wardrobe this time would you?" Yennefer teased, earning a sigh from Geralt. If he hadn't wanted to be teased about it, he shouldn't have done it. "I'm certain we'll see each other again, Miss Kanzuki, but for now I fear Geralt's going to lose himself if he doesn't get any food in him. He's been irritable since getting back." 

"Just haven't quite filled my stomach is all. That curse must have had some lingering effects..." Geralt justified, acting far too casual about possible long-term effects of being cursed of all things. 

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With drink in hand and half a plate remaining of a heavy assortment of food, Geralt was contentedly laying on a beach chair next to Yennfer, both in the shade to protect their pale complexions from the sun. "This really is nice." Geralt admitted before taking a sip of his drink. "Just wish it could last." 

"Oh, don't be like that Geralt. I know we're [i]old[/i], but there's no need to be so pessimistic all the time. We've had some things truly work out for us, haven't we? We don't have to worry about the Wild Hunt at least. Wherever Ciri is, I trust she's handling herself quite well. I do miss her, still, though. After all that time, to barely get to spend any with her is far too cruel." 

Geralt took her hand, squeezing it as a silent comfort before speaking. "But we'll find her. Always." 

"Always." Taking a sip of her own drink, Yen hummed. "It really is quite a delightful drink. I can barely taste the alcohol. I may have to visit here again when I get the chance." That got a laugh out of Geralt. 

Ahh, this was nice. And for once, they weren't being interrupted by some imminent danger or something going terribly wrong. Truly a miracle.