face lights up in a grin the moment that blue eyes spot the witcher. a course of excitement as he steadies a hand back, on the lute that hangs against his back and picks up his pace. boots attempting to avoid mud brought by early spring rain as he makes his way towards white hair. it's always thrilling when his journey brings him back to the other after time parted ways.
"geralt!" a call as he closes the distance and falls in step. "what's it been this time - just through the winter, i believe. we haven't been apart so long," he simply begins speaking, like every conversation, no matter how far apart, is a continuation. "what are you hunting this time, hm? ooh, i hope it's dangerous. i'm in need of inspiration for my next song. i really want it to be dancey. i bet people can dance to the tales of the white wolf," he does not say he missed the other - never says that - simply falls in step as if he's never left his friend's side.