[ An hour gives her time to find Hubert and let him know where she’s going, as well as take an inventory of the pantry to write up a grocery list.
When Geralt arrives, Leslie is waiting on the doorstep wearing...well, most of it is quite standard for her and the time period Aefenglom finds itself in. She’s keeping her head warm with winter bonnet tied with ribbon and there are so many layers to her skirts that they are even poofier than usual. It’s more what lies in between that doesn’t quite fit. It seems that, when Leslie received a tacky Christmas sweater as a Modranicht gift, she was not given information on the general timeframe in which one is to wear such a thing.
Ferdie the beagle is also around in the yard without a leash, kicking at the snow in the yard either because he has just completed doing his business or because he is playing in the snow. Or both. He’s the one who notices Geralt first, barking and bounding over. He is fortunately sufficiently well-trained that all he needs is a warning call from Leslie of ] Ferdie, careful. [ to not leap up on Geralt as Ferdie would like but instead to stop near Geralt’s feet.
Leslie is a bit slower to come forward, but her pace is faster than a standard walk, suggesting she, too, is happy to see him. ]
[ The only thing Geralt takes with him is a dagger, tucked away, and a bag meant to carry whatever supplies the markets have to offer. Might as well pick a few things up since he'll be in the area.
He makes his way to the house he's brought Leslie home to a couple times. It's been a month or two since they've last met; she might notice a few things new: his ears and, more notably, the white tail of a wolf.
Thanks to her blindingly bright sweater, Leslie is easy to spot from a mile away. Geralt hasn't a clue about the traditions of Christmas sweaters, seeing as Christmas is non-existent on the Continent, but its presence draws a raised eyebrow from him -- if only because it doesn't seem something she'd wear on her own. A gift, no doubt.
Still. It suits her, in a way. Cheerful. ]
You look well. [ He bends to pet Ferdie over the head, then straightens up. His own clothes seem not at all meant for winter -- just a shirt and his usual leather trousers -- but the cold doesn't appear to bother him. ] Things been good?
[ Leslie has become very used to people having inhuman additions, including ones that hadn’t been there before. Usually, she only gives changes a cursory glance before largely ignoring them. It’s easier to adjust when you’re a child and when you’ve met more people who are monsters in this world than any people from your own world.
But her eyes do linger on Geralt’s new additions a little longer. She thinks Mr. Geralt is a very kind person, but she’s also not under the impression that he’s a cute or cuddly man. A fluffy tail and fuzzy ears, though, is kind of both. It’s a little charming.
When he speaks, she takes her attention off of the new additions in favour of Geralt himself. (At his feet, Ferdie’s own tail is going thwap thwap thwap against the ground as he sits. He likes the pets.) ]
In general...? [ She has a bit of a doubtful tone. Things have not been especially good for Aefenglom overall since the disappearances started. ...Oh, right, he must mean things for her specifically. ] I’ve been doing well, like how I look. I miss being able to go outside more often, but this house is a much better place to be stuck indoors.
[ Better than what, she doesn’t think to say, but the list is pretty long anyway, even just out of places she knows alone. At the moment, her concern is Geralt’s clothes and her expression looks a little worried. ]
Are you not cold without a coat? I could ask Hu — Marquis Vestra if he doesn’t mind you borrowing his. Or my scarf might fit you since it’s longer than it has to be for me.
[ it’s okay leslie you really can just call him hubert on the regular ]
[ His eyebrow raises, though that's all the reaction she gets. By now, Geralt has somewhat come to expect Leslie to casually offer a mildly alarming fact like I've been contracted to a family or implying she's often been stuck indoors in the past. Their shared vision makes him not ask further. He has a feeling he knows what she means, if not the exact details.
She seems happier here, with her guardian and her dog. That's all that matters.
He starts off down the street, waiting for her to follow along with the beagle. ]
I don't feel it anymore. [ Naturally, she offers him several things, including her own scarf. He's halfway concerned she's going to take off her scarf on the spot. ] Can't stand the damn heat, though.
[ Summer had been a pain in the ass; he'd spent most of it closer to the Wilde where the weather was cooler. ]
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[ An hour gives her time to find Hubert and let him know where she’s going, as well as take an inventory of the pantry to write up a grocery list.
When Geralt arrives, Leslie is waiting on the doorstep wearing...well, most of it is quite standard for her and the time period Aefenglom finds itself in. She’s keeping her head warm with winter bonnet tied with ribbon and there are so many layers to her skirts that they are even poofier than usual. It’s more what lies in between that doesn’t quite fit. It seems that, when Leslie received a tacky Christmas sweater as a Modranicht gift, she was not given information on the general timeframe in which one is to wear such a thing.
Ferdie the beagle is also around in the yard without a leash, kicking at the snow in the yard either because he has just completed doing his business or because he is playing in the snow. Or both. He’s the one who notices Geralt first, barking and bounding over. He is fortunately sufficiently well-trained that all he needs is a warning call from Leslie of ] Ferdie, careful. [ to not leap up on Geralt as Ferdie would like but instead to stop near Geralt’s feet.
Leslie is a bit slower to come forward, but her pace is faster than a standard walk, suggesting she, too, is happy to see him. ]
Hello, Mr. Geralt!
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He makes his way to the house he's brought Leslie home to a couple times. It's been a month or two since they've last met; she might notice a few things new: his ears and, more notably, the white tail of a wolf.
Thanks to her blindingly bright sweater, Leslie is easy to spot from a mile away. Geralt hasn't a clue about the traditions of Christmas sweaters, seeing as Christmas is non-existent on the Continent, but its presence draws a raised eyebrow from him -- if only because it doesn't seem something she'd wear on her own. A gift, no doubt.
Still. It suits her, in a way. Cheerful. ]
You look well. [ He bends to pet Ferdie over the head, then straightens up. His own clothes seem not at all meant for winter -- just a shirt and his usual leather trousers -- but the cold doesn't appear to bother him. ] Things been good?
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But her eyes do linger on Geralt’s new additions a little longer. She thinks Mr. Geralt is a very kind person, but she’s also not under the impression that he’s a cute or cuddly man. A fluffy tail and fuzzy ears, though, is kind of both. It’s a little charming.
When he speaks, she takes her attention off of the new additions in favour of Geralt himself. (At his feet, Ferdie’s own tail is going thwap thwap thwap against the ground as he sits. He likes the pets.) ]
In general...? [ She has a bit of a doubtful tone. Things have not been especially good for Aefenglom overall since the disappearances started. ...Oh, right, he must mean things for her specifically. ] I’ve been doing well, like how I look. I miss being able to go outside more often, but this house is a much better place to be stuck indoors.
[ Better than what, she doesn’t think to say, but the list is pretty long anyway, even just out of places she knows alone. At the moment, her concern is Geralt’s clothes and her expression looks a little worried. ]
Are you not cold without a coat? I could ask Hu — Marquis Vestra if he doesn’t mind you borrowing his. Or my scarf might fit you since it’s longer than it has to be for me.
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She seems happier here, with her guardian and her dog. That's all that matters.
He starts off down the street, waiting for her to follow along with the beagle. ]
I don't feel it anymore. [ Naturally, she offers him several things, including her own scarf. He's halfway concerned she's going to take off her scarf on the spot. ] Can't stand the damn heat, though.
[ Summer had been a pain in the ass; he'd spent most of it closer to the Wilde where the weather was cooler. ]