Geralt put on his shade of a smile as Nina came around the side of the cabin. She was wearing her red. The color suited her, his favorite, with deep green coming in shortly behind.
He set down his work and dusted his pale hands on his denim trousers. He was about to speak, when he noticed something was off about her voice. There was a tiny tremble of trepidation, or something like it.
He held a hand out for her to take, to pull her closer.
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Date: 2018-06-28 12:54 am (UTC)He set down his work and dusted his pale hands on his denim trousers. He was about to speak, when he noticed something was off about her voice. There was a tiny tremble of trepidation, or something like it.
He held a hand out for her to take, to pull her closer.
"Nina? Something happened at work?"