The Girl in the Woods

Chapter 5

Elizabeth sighed at the white haired rescuer she now knew to be Geralt.

"Also going to assume you didn't come from the Fair."

"I don't know of any fair." His deep intensely masculine voice replied, leaning up against a wide tree. She tried not to get too distracted by the way the sound reverberated in the air or the way the muscles in his arms looked crossed over his broad chest.

"You know what? I'm just going to accept the fact that this is some weird dream. Honestly, I probably got knocked out somehow and now I'm in some kind of coma." At this point she was pretty much just talking to herself.

           Despite her low muttering, Geralt still seemed to hear her clearly, he rolled his eyes and started to wander around searching for wood to build a fire. He must have noticed how cold she still was, especially after the adrenaline wore off.

"Damn wig...." Elizabeth's scalp was itching after having the red wig on for who knows how long. She used one of her nails to loosen the edges she had glued down and pull it off. Her real hair could finally be seen, a beautiful shade of honey blonde many women would pay hundreds of dollars at a salon to achieve. Her mother would always tell her that at least. Her real hair was quite long, usually reaching just past her breasts; due to wearing the wig, her hair was in two french braids to keep it out of the way. She started to massage her scalp in order to provide some relief as she sighed contentedly, her scalp finally being able to breathe.

            Elizabeth opened her eyes to see Geralt had stopped what he was doing and just stood there staring at her with an armful of branches. He had a look on his face that would have been quite amusing in other circumstances, somewhere between confusion and intrigue.

"What, dream world doesn't have wigs?" She asked. Elizabeth took a hold of one of her ear prosthetics as she talked and tugged it off. While it had loosened in all the activity she probably should have tried to lift a bit more of the latex as it hurt a bit.

With the removal of her ear points the man's cat-like eyes only widened.

"So you're not an elf."

     She removed her other ear tip and secured the prosthetics into one of her hip pouches, she had nowhere to put the wig but looking at its current state she decided to count it as a loss.

"No I'm not...elves aren't real." Elizabeth stated, this strange man was getting stranger by the minute. Though observing him she thought he might be thinking the same thing of her.

"I think you need to get some rest." He composed himself and finished setting up the fire pit. He made some kind of gesture with his fingers and the wood was suddenly alight.

Elizabeth was starting to agree with him.
"Yeah maybe I do need some sleep..." She looked down at what she was laying on and noticed it was the only sleeping bag there. "Do you want your sleeping bag back?" She asked, feeling guilty he would have to sleep on the ground otherwise. This was his camp she was in after all.

He made that face again, confusion and intrigue, "You really are not from around here. I've never heard someone refer to a bedroll in such a way before. Now that I think of it, your dialect in general is something I have never encountered before." He was almost talking to himself for the last sentence. "But no, don't worry about it. I'll keep watch, maybe do some light meditation to get my rest."

             The more he talked, the more questions swirled around in Elizabeth's brain. She decided this was truly overwhelming for her right then and she needed to sleep. She lay back down and settled herself into the sleeping bag, or as he called it, bedroll. Before closing her eyes her gaze wandered back to Geralt, who was sitting cross legged now, leaning against the same tree with his golden eyes shut.

"Good night Geralt." She muttered.

"Good night Beth." He replied with a small smile that was almost gone before she noticed, his eyes never opening. 

A/N: This one is a bit short but I wanted to keep things separated. Elizabeth has a lot of explaining to do next.