Geralt is always reachable by the network. Unless it's an emergency, expect not to hear back for a few hours, if not a few days.
To talk to him in person, you'll need to be in Cadens or go to his domain, a snowy mountain fortress. Yard is open; doors are locked. If he isn't around, leave a delivery with the white wolf.
[ In line with Julie being excellent at throwing parties, she is also an extremely talented gift-giver. She enjoys coming up with and distributing gifts only slightly less than she enjoys receiving them (she really enjoys receiving them). And though she is from a family of neglectful, white trash alcoholics, they have Midwestern manners ingrained deep. At Christmas, you give everyone around you a gift, that's simply how it is. If you can't afford gifts, you make them. If you can't make them, you write a card and do a favor.
[ Conversely, gifts are simply not a part of his life, beyond the occasional practicality of a new blade or something of the sort. So it's a little startling when one comes his way. Startling, but not unwelcome. He tucks everything with care into his room, except for the meat and the hat, both of which go to the wolf.
She need not wait to visit to see how the wolf looks in it; it'll soon find its way to her club, jaunty fucking hat and all. In its mouth is a small straw-stuffed white wolf of its own likeness—made of what feels like actual wolf hair, and glittering collar included—but notably, a chain is wrapped around the toy's neck with a single wyvern tooth attached. Not the real thing, of course, but it's as close as it'll ever come in the Horizon, down to a hairline crack in the fang.
No note is attached but—he's obviously not forgotten their first conversation. ]
[ She'll never ever make a point of mentioning it, but he will notice that, from now on, her default Horizon outfit includes the necklace, and as promised, she will not take it off. ]
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In the Horizon, her options are limitless.
On Christmas morning, left with the wolf is a large wooden box containing essentially a very lovely charcuterie board, as well as a thick leatherbound book containing an encyclopedic text of monsters and cryptids from Julie's world. Inside the folded piece of paper atop the gifts is a loose length of fine gold chain.
Bring this one back to me.
Merry Christmas.
- J
The wolf himself is left with a huge hunk of wagyu beef to eat at his leisure. And also a wolf-sized Santa hat. ]
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She need not wait to visit to see how the wolf looks in it; it'll soon find its way to her club, jaunty fucking hat and all. In its mouth is a small straw-stuffed white wolf of its own likeness—made of what feels like actual wolf hair, and glittering collar included—but notably, a chain is wrapped around the toy's neck with a single wyvern tooth attached. Not the real thing, of course, but it's as close as it'll ever come in the Horizon, down to a hairline crack in the fang.
No note is attached but—he's obviously not forgotten their first conversation. ]
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