Trista take a soap and let her hair down, as she steped into stream. Cold water first touch her feet, next legs and reach torso. "Yes, yes in the one day all our dreams come true. Keept watching area, I don't want to be forced to fight naked." She said and dip herself into water.
Ard shook his head, 'The witcher seemed quite adamant about not telling us anything. Maybe I have grown soft and weak in your world, but I do not see a good reason to force it out of her, which would be a challenge in itself.' Ard took Abigail by the waist and hoisted her up his horse's saddle, before he got on himself. He made his horse trot out of the village, 'Corinne is an option, sure. But, how did you meet the riders last time you did?'
"Yes, I'm sure that's all you'd want me to wash." She chuckles, and Varrin feels her arms slip around his waist from behind, hugging him. "Hey, there's something I've been meaning to ask you, but it's a little personal, so you don't have to answer."
“I'm listening...” Varrin replied, wondering what this was about and enjoying the feeling of Isabella hugging him from behind.
"I'm a witcher, remember? If something sneaks up on us, I'll hear it." Gustav idly touches his sword hilt as he examines the area. As Trista enters the water, she feels a bit of a chill, but also a sense of refreshment as the slight current washes the grime from her body. "Tell me something, you have any plans? Any ideas about leaving the witcher's path and starting a different life?" Gustav talks idly as he scans the treeline.
"There was a scholar I met once, in Oxenfurt." Abigail says as they begin to trot out of the village. "I have no idea how, but he knew where you guys were going to be that night, down to the minute. I tried the bonfire ritual, thinking that you were spirits that I could dominate." She chuckles. "I don't know if the scholar is still in Oxenfurt, though, or if he'll still be able to find them. He was very particular about not giving up his way of predicting where the Hunt would be."
Isabella speaks very quietly. The witchers might be able to hear, if they were still at the campsite, but the dwarf and bearded man definitely can't, from where they lie. "I know that you find Maddie and I sexy, any man would." From anyone else, that statement would sound pompous, but she doesn't seem to be self-aggrandising when she says it. "But have you and Maddie actually ever...?"
Trista washed her face and neck, whiping off dirt and sweat. "Plans? Well, that is hard question you know. Most of us know nothing more than killing monsters, without anything else in life." She wash her armpit, thinking. "But if I have to chouse, I would like to work in theatre. First, as bodyguard, to get paid and get some expirence and later get on stage. Take roles of villanes, heroine, joker, widow, queen, priestes and more." She take a poze, with hand on heart and secend salute to sky and recite poem about Queen of the Nature, spring and farms.
“...gone beyond teasing? No, we have not.” Varrin answered honestly, his voice just as quiet. “Why do you ask?” He wasn't sure what to make of his sister's question.
The water leaves Trista feeling more revived and refreshed with every splash, as Gustav listens intently. "Heh, a regular old Callonetta, eh?" He uses the name of a prominent female poet. "I don't think I've ever heard of a witcher on stage before, except maybe some story about the White Wolf on one of his adventures, but it's something I'd like to see one day."
'Interesting, I have been looking for someone like that for what feels like many decades,' Ard said, 'Maybe our next target should be Oxenfurt then.' He chuckled, 'Though... while we are near Vizima. I have heard talk that a powerful being lives around the large lake here. They called her the "Lady of the Lake", some sort of local deity, and said you could inquire about your destiny with her if you are worthy.'
"Madeline and I made a deal, a little while ago." She hugs him tight, and whispers in his ear. "I promised her that I wouldn't have sex with you before she did."
Trista chuckled and wash her breast, maybe little smaller than most woman, but firm and perky and most important, it doen't weight too much, so Trista don't have to use bandages to keept them in balance. "Why not? I heard about witcher who begin work as merchant, get married and ewen adopted children. When I gain some fame as witcheress, I would like to begin build other fame." She chuckled and spash more water on herself.
"I've heard of her." Abigail nods. "They say that there's an island here in the swamps, where she gives her advice." She thinks for a few more moments. "Some of the locals worship her, I think. I can't tell you much more, though. I've never been to see her, since I'd rather not know what fate has in store for me."
"You think that people will be okay with a witcher on the stage?" His question doesn't sound like he's trying to tear down her dream, he just seems genuinely curious.
“That's... an usual deal to make...” Varrin managed to get out, unsure how to react. Or at least his mind was unsure – his cock was pretty sure, growing hard in his pants, not helped by his sister's large breasts pressing against him, the images conjured by her words, or the memories of what he and Maddie had done as a distraction for the men that had been trying to kidnap Madeline. “When did the two of you make that deal?”
The Redhead Witcher didnt wanted to waste time and engaged The Drowner, ending them quickly with wide and Fast swings of her Sword.
"The night I caught you watching her as she played with her elf friend." Isabella's hands begin to dip lower, and Varrin begins to recall the way she'd stroked his cock that night.
"There are elfs and dwarfs on the stage too, right? Hate for witchers isn't much diffrent than other races, so always will be some oposite voices. But I don't get know that, if I not try don't you think?" She washed now her pussy and legs, sitting in the water, that only her head was visible now.
