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The old Wolf has no idea how they’re doing it.
About a week has passed since Vesemir witnessed Crow in Eskel’s room, and Kaer Morhen is looking cleaner than it ever has.
Using the soaps that Vesemir makes himself–which were made for cleaning over luxury and left Crow’s hands raw and cracked–Crow has been working tirelessly on making sure everything glittered, even if it meant losing a layer of skin from the harsh cleaning product the old witcher gave them. He made that soap for just getting in the bath quickly, cleaning one’s self off, and getting out. It wasn’t made for cleaning castles.
With that, years of dirt, mud, grime, blood, ale stains, and other miscellaneous residues have been carefully scrubbed away, leaving the stones, wooden frames, tables, and chairs spotless. Almost as clean as new, even. Layers of dust are no more, cobwebs, and other creatures who make nests and homes inside the walls appear to have been taken outside, relocated, and taken care of.
The great hall, the armory, and the alchemy lab have never looked so pristine.
The bloodstains they trailed in when they first arrived were nowhere to be found. Every jar, vase, pot, and canister in the lab has been carefully tended to, leaving them glittering. Every table looked three shades lighter from all of the years of gunk the entity managed to scrape off and the large case of potions and ingredients were carefully and thoroughly wiped down. Every type of potion now sits in different groups in alphabetical order, and in that, they are organized further by height.
Vesemir made sure to watch Crow when they cleaned that cabinet in particular, making sure they didn’t go drinking anything they weren’t supposed to or snooping where he didn’t want snoopers.
But they are honest and seem more interested in the actual organizing of the potions rather than the contents–which in his mind is a-okay for now. He’ll teach them more about those potions at a later date. Vesemir had only left for an hour to make lunch, but by the time he returned, Crow was already finishing up their organizing on the last shelf. They work efficiently and swiftly.
When the witcher went to the lab later on to work on adding the newer components he had found to his library of knowledge, he noticed the pot that Crow had broken was fixed and sitting back on the shelf. It still possessed the cracks and light damage it had sustained from the fall but overall, it now functioned for its purpose.
Today, however, as the old Wolf walks through the halls, he sees that the looming entity is nowhere to be found. He goes outside, figuring they may be sitting with the crows again, but still finds nothing
Allowing his witcher senses to take over for a moment, heightening his sense of smell, he catches the faint scent of soap on the breeze, but the winds are so strong today that it flies quickly from his radar.
Vesemir changes to sight and looks over the edge of the landing he stands on and notices their large footprints near the very tall training poles that then wander up a path.
Curiously, Vesemir treks down to the ground floor of Kaer Morhen and follows the footprints up the path until he hears the familiar whirring of the Pendulum–the large obstacle course designed for mastering footwork, timing, and precision with swinging beams, the large twirling pegs, the steps laid into the face of a small rocky wall and then the rocking platform, metal balls on chains and the landing platform.
The Wolf finds Crow standing before the contraption, an avian companion sitting on their shoulder and three at their feet while they look at it curiously. They walk towards the start of the course and step up onto it..
Even with the whirling winds, Crow wears a tighter set of training breeches and a leather vest, leaving pale alabaster shoulders bare to the elements.
“I see you’re making yourself busy. Are you sure you are healed enough for this? One blow from those swinging beams will tear those stitches open,” Vesemir says, arms crossed as he watches them, lavender eyes taking in every single movement.
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(Art by me! Included in this chapter!)
If you haven’t read this fic yet and would like to start, here is:
Chapter 1, The Creature
Chapter 2, Crow
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Y’all check this story out! It’ll make you laugh, and cry, and feel all the feels😩
This is a new fic I’m writing with help from the lovely @infernal-panda and @iglettuce
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Jaskier: Hey, Yen-
Yen: …
Jaskier: Is it hot in here, or is it just you? Because you’re a hot mess honey.
Yen: ….
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Yen: …
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Jaskier: …Yes. Are they working?
Yen: …Yes.
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