Geralt recognizes the woman who approaches them before she even introduces herself; he'd seen her face in Jaskier's Instagram pictures and on his phone background. His sister. In person, the Pankratz resemblance is even more pronounced. They have the same wide blue eyes, delicate pink lips. She is, as everyone else, dressed fantastically in Pride colors, and holds out a hand for Geralt to shake. He takes it briefly-- best not to be rude to Jaskier's sister, or else he'd hear no end of it. The last thing that he wants is to get thirty texts in a row about how he's the rudest, most boorish brute to ever exist because he didn't shake Jaskier's sister's hand.
As can only be expected, Jaskier's chatted with his sister quite a lot about his horse ranch acquaintance and said horse rancher's daughter. This could be either good or bad, considering the musician's gossipy tendencies, and Geralt isn't sure which yet. She's like Yen in that regard, waiting for the perfect moment to drop whatever information she has. Geralt will simply have to wait and see what she plans on doing, and then mitigate the damage when it comes.
"Been fine," Geralt says, and thankfully he doesn't have to carry the conversation far past that, because Ciri is more than happy to take over for him. She excitedly tells Elizabeth about the things they've gone to see today, and about how much she's looking forward to Jaskier's show, and probably goes off on a bit of a tangent about the musician's discography. Probably a longer one than Elizabeth needs to hear, considering that she's his sister and knows all of this stuff already. But Geralt lets her talk, because it's good to see her excited about something and he doesn't see the harm in letting Ciri tug the backpack off of his shoulder so that she can show Elizabeth all of the buttons and stickers that she'd gotten.
And there's also that part about not having to carry the conversation. The less that Geralt's forced to talk, the better for everyone.
Things continue in this vein for a bit, until the lights dim, signaling that the show is about to start. Geralt taps Ciri's elbow to get her attention, and she stops in the middle of whatever she was talking about.
"Jaskier's about to go on."
Which is a good distraction from talking Elizabeth's ear off. You're welcome, lady.
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As can only be expected, Jaskier's chatted with his sister quite a lot about his horse ranch acquaintance and said horse rancher's daughter. This could be either good or bad, considering the musician's gossipy tendencies, and Geralt isn't sure which yet. She's like Yen in that regard, waiting for the perfect moment to drop whatever information she has. Geralt will simply have to wait and see what she plans on doing, and then mitigate the damage when it comes.
"Been fine," Geralt says, and thankfully he doesn't have to carry the conversation far past that, because Ciri is more than happy to take over for him. She excitedly tells Elizabeth about the things they've gone to see today, and about how much she's looking forward to Jaskier's show, and probably goes off on a bit of a tangent about the musician's discography. Probably a longer one than Elizabeth needs to hear, considering that she's his sister and knows all of this stuff already. But Geralt lets her talk, because it's good to see her excited about something and he doesn't see the harm in letting Ciri tug the backpack off of his shoulder so that she can show Elizabeth all of the buttons and stickers that she'd gotten.
And there's also that part about not having to carry the conversation. The less that Geralt's forced to talk, the better for everyone.
Things continue in this vein for a bit, until the lights dim, signaling that the show is about to start. Geralt taps Ciri's elbow to get her attention, and she stops in the middle of whatever she was talking about.
"Jaskier's about to go on."
Which is a good distraction from talking Elizabeth's ear off. You're welcome, lady.