Elder Blood Witcher 481 You're Back Boi!

Ciri "Your age is catching up with you." she says with a smile.

Geralt "And you've become a woman, feels as though it was just yesterday you were learning to sharpen a blade." he retorts.

She sighs, "It's so good to see you again Geralt." she says, a moment later realising that Reima and Nerissa weren't around... Had she made a mistake while teleporting them?

Ciri reluctantly removes her gaze from Geralt to the room they were currently in, almost immediately spotting the familiar dragon and rabbit watching them. "Alright, time to stop playing around." she says towards them.

Geralt is confused but remembers that a mage should still be around here somewhere, he picks his sword up from the floor and readies it to defend his dau-Ciri. However she lays a hand on his shoulder and throws her boot at the dragon, Geralt's medallion shudders as it starts morphing into someone, along with the rabbit.

Reima turns back into his human form and catches Ciri's boot, chuckling as he looks at Geralt's shocked face. Nerissa just sits on his shoulders idly as her transformation had unfortunately placed her there... It did feel good to finally be taller than everyone else though.

Reima "Sup old man, how's life been treating you?" he jokes.

Geralt "Reima?" he mutters.

Reima "The one and only... Though I'd like a one of those hugs you were just giving out." he says with open arms.

Geralt steps forward and sheathes his blade before cuffing Reima in the ear.

Reima "Oi! What was that for!" he complains, the blow not hurting in the slightest with it's only affect being emotional.

Geralt "That was for disappearing without a trace." he growls out before hugging him.

Reima slowly reciprocates, he wouldn't like to admit it but this reunion was hard for him to deal with without crying. Even know his eyes were moist with unshed tears, "Sorry for leaving so abruptly... It's just that I had to prepare for the future." he mutters.

Geralt lets go after Nerissa begins patting both of their heads in a similar manner that Reima would do for Snuffles. He looks up and raises an eye brow, "What's with the kid?"

Reima smirks which is seen by Ciri who sighs, "This is Nerissa, your Grand Daughter."

...

Geralt looks at the girl suspiciously, her red eyes staring back at him. "What?" he asks as he glances at Ciri.

Ciri shrugs, "We've more or less adopted her."

Geralt nods in understanding, picking the girl up by her armpits and carrying her off of Reima's shoulders on dropping her on the ground. He looks at her for a moment before awkwardly introducing himself, "... I'm Geralt of Rivia... Witcher..."

The young vampiress introduces herself with a small bow, "Nerissa Dracula... Rei has your eyes." she mutters.

Geralt blinks and nods, "That he does... I think you two have some explaining to do, also. What's with the Dwarves outside? They've got it in their heads that you're some kind of Demon."

Reima scratches the back of his head, "Er, well. They were annoying and kept asking about Ciri, so I threw them out and created a Hovel for them... To be honest when they started creating clothes out of their beards I started watching them for entertainment, this island can be quite dull." Nerissa nods as he says this.

Ciri laughs, "This is the first I'm hearing of this, I'll have to take a look later."

Geralt "Still, that's quite advanced magic when compared to Signs... It seems you haven't ceased your training."

Reima "Oh, you have no idea. Make yourself at home Geralt, I'll prepare some food over the fireplace, the trip must have been laborious afterall." he says, waving his hand and causing the fire to intensify and turn dark red.

The group makes themselves comfortable as they rearrange the furniture around the fire, Reima retrieves a cast iron pot and hangs it above the fire while filling it with various meats, searing them and then adding vegetables to the stew. He doesn't forget to add the various spices he'd obtained from the HP world to give it some kick, hopefully Geralt would appreciate the flavours.

He also retrieves a bottle of wine to go with it, not forgetting Nerissa's daily dose. Geralt's nose twitches as he smells the blood being poured into a goblet.

Geralt "Acquired a taste for blood?" he asks Reima curiously.

Reima shakes he head and hands to goblet to Nerissa, "While in a way you aren't wrong, but this is for Nerissa... She's a vampire you see." he says with the person in-question nodding after taking a gulp.

Geralt looks at the girl with confusion, he wasn't aware of any vampires that look so young. He wasn't even sure if it was possible. He looks at Ciri and asks, "Is she like Regis?"

Ciri shakes her head, "No.. I mean, kind of? She's not from this world so I don't think they're comparable..." she says which only raises his interest in her origins and specific race.

Reima "Nerissa's race is completely different to this worlds Vampires, they usually instantly die in sunlight and have many unique abilities. The only similarity they have to this worlds vampires is their need for blood, transformation abilities and enhanced physical traits."

Geralt "So she will perish in sunlight?" he asks with concern.

Reima shakes his head, "Nerissa is a special case... She's able to steal the abilities of other vampire's she drinks from. There was a clan called "Belmont" that fortunately don't exist anymore that were able to survive in sunlight, you can imagine what'd happened." he says.