For BrittneyLyons2

There seemed to be some kind of festivities going on, as Geralt, Roach and Jaskier made their way into the rather large town, called Far Water; the place living up to its name, given that the lakes that surrounded the rather well to do town, seemed to go on for as far as the eye could see. The hope that they may be able to find a room in a tavern, gone, as they saw the number of people that were milling around. The Witcher pulling his mare to a quick halt, as a group of giggling children ran out in front of Roach. The mass of little ones, looking up at the pale haired rider, eyes wide and mouth's agog, until Geralt twitched his lip, and a small snarl could be heard; the children audibly gasping before scurrying off like startled mice. Jaskier rolling his eyes, then turning his attention back to the crowd.

"Well, I don't think that we are going to find any monsters here." The bard said. Jaskier not sure what had made the Witcher come to the town; but even if Geralt wouldn't be able to make any coin by taking the head of a werewolf or battling a blood sucking Bruxa, he might. Jaskier reaching for his lute, hoping that he could draw a crowd to himself, with a song or two. Yet before he could strum the first cord, he heard something.......a voice; a voice that he was all to familiar with. A loud groan leaving his lips, as he dropped his head.

"What's wrong with you.......?" Geralt enquired, climbing down from the saddle. His brows furrowing as the bard shook his head.

"Do you hear that..........?" Jaskier replied. Geralt looking over in the direction the bard was pointing; the Witcher able to hear the sound of singing over the dull hum of the crowd's conversations. Singing that Geralt had to admit was quite beautiful.

"You mean the singing........?"

"Yes, I mean the singing. And that.....that is what is wrong." Jaskier continued. A heavy sigh leaving his lips, before he looked up at the slightly confused Geralt.

"That voice belongs to a woman called (Y/n), I would know it anywhere...she and I.....well we have a checkered history, you might say. She is a bard too, seemingly favoured by both the rich and poor; and.......she thinks she's better than me......."

"And she would be right........." Geralt interrupted. Holding on to Roach's reins and leading the mare through the crowd to get a look at this female bard. To see the face of the woman that possessed the most beautiful singing voice that he had ever heard. The Witcher ignoring Jaskier's protests, as well as the huff and complaints of the crowd, as he pushed his way through to the front. Geralt unable to stop himself from staring, as his eyes fell on the female that was commanding the attention of a rather large crowd; Geralt sure that if he didn't know better, he would be sure that he was looking at a siren. Her voice, her body certainly suggesting that she could be one of those feared beings, that could lure an unsuspecting sailor to their doom with just their voice. The pale haired man unable to stop the smile that made its way onto his lips, as he watched the female bard spin around; her long hair caught by the breeze as she danced. Her elegant fingers moving expertly over the strings of her instrument. The mass of people that had been drawn to her, clapping and singing along as she continued with her performance.

"Show off............" Jaskier said with a sniff, just loud enough for Geralt to hear, as the bard finally managed to push his way through to join his friend. His arms firmly crossed over his chest, as he pouted like a small child.

"Jealous much.........?" Geralt countered. Joining with the crowd as they all clapped when the song finished. (Y/n) bowing and thanking people as they dropped coins into her cup. A wide smile gracing her visage, as her eyes fell on her rather disgruntled appearing rival.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my old friend, Jaskier. The most infamous.......oh, sorry, most famous bard in the whole of the Continent.........in his mind at least........" (Y/n) said, as she walked over to where the male bard stood.

"(Y/n)........."

"And what are you doing here......? Have you come to perform? Well, I have drawn the crowd; so, perhaps you could give us a song........." The female bard continued, before looking around. Most of the crowd having already dispersed to watch the acrobats, the jugglers and other performers that were also hoping to attract the attention and money of those that had come to the town for the festivities.

"Oh dear. Your reputation really does proceed you, Jaskier. Why is it every time that people hear you might be singing, they scatter........?" Her words causing an amused snort to come from Geralt. The sound drawing (Y/n)'s attention to him. Her smile getting even wider as she looked him up and down.

"And this........this then can only be the White Wolf. The feared Witcher; Geralt of Rivia. A pleasure to meet you........" (Y/n) holding out her hand for the Witcher to shake. Geralt taking it and bringing it up to his lips; gently kissing her knuckles.

"The pleasure is all mine........." Geralt found himself replying, beginning to rethink his thoughts on her possibly being a siren. Sure, that she had quite enchanted him, already. That if they spoke any longer, she could draw him to his doom.

"Well, as wonderful as this little reunion has been, Jaskier; a comfortable room and a good warm meal is calling out my name. But perhaps we will see one another again, before you leave Far Water." The female bard told Jaskier, reluctantly pulling her hand from that of the Witcher, so that she could pat the other bard on the arm before turning to leave.

"Oh, and Witcher......if you want a real bard to pen songs to celebrate your adventures and accomplishments, come and find me. I think you will find that I am far better company than Jaskier......I don't talk as much as he does for a start........." She called out over her shoulder, before waving to them. Jaskier about to retort, that he didn't talk that much, until he realised what she had said earlier, that she had a comfortable room; and the notion of having a good hot meal, was making his stomach complain. Jaskier swallowing his pride and quickly making his way after her; Geralt rolling his eyes, before patting Roach on the neck and following after the two bards, not about to pretend that he was averse to getting to know (Y/n) a little better.