[ The only one who could truly say is Istredd. Perhaps this might be worth bringing to the mage—though not quite yet. Geralt prefers to avoid decisions made in haste.
He nods. No disagreements. He appreciates the information, no matter how uncertain—how nebulous the source. He shifts, meaning to ask Jaskier if he's all right. If there's any other aspect to the memory that isn't to do with a past long forgotten. If Jaskier was in the midst of some bloody conflict...
He remembers Rience. The fire mage.
Then Jaskier continues. Geralt looks up sharply. ] What?
[ He frowns. No. Is that possible? It isn't impossible. The mages must've based their research and findings on something. A lost ritual. An old science. From the elves? ]
The Trials have never been successful on a grown man. [ That's why they chose children for the process. ] Are you saying...?
[ He hesitates. He's not sure what to think. Some memories do not leave. They only grow dull over the years. And sometimes, they return, vividly, brightly. The ritual forced on him down in that place only months ago—
It's stirred the dust back up. He's tried to put it aside. To simply not talk about it. But he knows Jaskier is close enough to him that he must've noticed his disrupted sleep in those weeks following. A little less so now. ]
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He nods. No disagreements. He appreciates the information, no matter how uncertain—how nebulous the source. He shifts, meaning to ask Jaskier if he's all right. If there's any other aspect to the memory that isn't to do with a past long forgotten. If Jaskier was in the midst of some bloody conflict...
He remembers Rience. The fire mage.
Then Jaskier continues. Geralt looks up sharply. ] What?
[ He frowns. No. Is that possible? It isn't impossible. The mages must've based their research and findings on something. A lost ritual. An old science. From the elves? ]
The Trials have never been successful on a grown man. [ That's why they chose children for the process. ] Are you saying...?
[ He hesitates. He's not sure what to think. Some memories do not leave. They only grow dull over the years. And sometimes, they return, vividly, brightly. The ritual forced on him down in that place only months ago—
It's stirred the dust back up. He's tried to put it aside. To simply not talk about it. But he knows Jaskier is close enough to him that he must've noticed his disrupted sleep in those weeks following. A little less so now. ]