Toss A Coin | Geralt of Rivia X OC | The Witcher FF

Over two weeks passed and Jaskier was busy all the time. Every time I wanted to spend time with him he said he couldn't talk at the moment, said he had things to do. Of course, I loved spending time with Geralt but I rarely see Jaskier and the time I am able to spend time with him I'd like to do so. Not even Geralt had time because Jaskier needed him as well. All the jobs from the notice board were gone. We had already done all of them. I just waited for another opportunity.

I sat at the window in the living room and watched the birds seeking food on the ground outside. I sighed and leaned my head on my hand. "What's wrong?" my father asked and sat next to me on the other armchair across from me. Between us was a little table with a few pieces of paper, ink and a feather pen. "Nothing, it's just that Jaskier and Geralt are busy right now and I am getting slowly bored. What did I even do before I knew Jaskier and Geralt?" I asked, straightening my back, cracking it a bit. "How about we two do something together?" he asked smiling, crossing his arms in front of his chest proudly. My face lit up. "Sounds great, really. What did you have in mind?" he put a hand on his chin and thought for a while. "Since my little princess is getting married we can go look for a dress. I know you don't like dresses and it's something you should've done with your mother-" I interrupted him with a hand gesture. "No, it's fine. I'd like to go shopping with you." 

And so we did. Posada was a small village and therefore only had two tailors; one for casual wear and one for formal dresses, so then we had no other choice then to go to the tailor with the formal clothing. It was a small building right next to a barber and a small stall offering vegetables. We went inside and I looked around the room with wooden walls and a floor out of stone. There was a counter with a large cash register on top of it. Next to it was a small bowl with yarn and some needles. Some dolls with clothing that wasn't done yet stood in the room. Many hangers with fancy clothing were presented and one could barely see where to start looking for what they wanted.

A man with a dark blue coat and suiting pants, matching it with a black fedora and tie walked towards us. He smiled what lifted his moustache a little. "Welcome to my shop." he bowed with his right hand behind his back and the other one on his chest, the right leg bent a little behind and then he bowed with his head on the height right under his chest. "How may I help you today?" he asked getting back up. My father pushed me gently forward and put his hands on my shoulders. "My dear daughter is going to marry and she'll be needing a dress." My father stated and the man's eyes lit up. "Very well." he walked up to me and examined me, probably to find out what would suit me. His eyes wandered around my outfit, being comfortable grey pants with a rather tight wine red shirt with its sleeves to my elbows, the shoulders being a little exposed. 

He looked into my face and twitched a little. "If I may say so, you're not the usual kind of woman, are you?" he asked and I smirked a little. "What do you mean?" I asked following his every move with my amber-coloured eyes. "You're a Witcher." he mumbled to himself and then looked surprised at my father since Witchers are known to have no parents. "And I always thought Witchers were sterile." he mumbled again to himself. "Oh, we are. Just a funny coincidence." I smiled at him and he nodded understanding.

"Alright, a dress in white or do you wish for something else?" he asked and I raised my brows. "I don't know myself yet." I shrugged and the man nodded. "As I thought. We could look through some and whatever catches your eye you'll try on, how about it?" he asked and I nodded with a small smile. 

I started to look around the dresses that would suit my height and weight; the man showed me the area for it. Not only I, but my father and the tailor were looking for some dresses with me. Some looked really pretty so I took them out of the pile of clothing and put them aside. Mainly there were white dresses but I didn't like any of them and I am not forced to marry in white, I even preferred myself in other colours than white, so the dust and the blood weren't to be seen. After I finished looking through the dresses the tailor showed me his changing room where I got in with the few dresses I got.

I tried on the dresses of my father and the tailor first. They were pretty, without a doubt, but not my style. Every time I walked out in a new dress they told me, especially the tailor, since he wants to make some coin, how good it suited me but it didn't feel good to wear. At last, I put on the dress I first laid eyes on. A red one with beige lace going around the shoulders, chest, upper arms, wrists and hips then ending in the middle of the skirt. At every ending there were golden details.

I actually felt pretty and it was very comfortable. I walked out of the changing room and the tailor gasped. "Oh, dear. Never thought of such a dress but gods it looks great!" he exclaimed and I smiled shyly. My father had a proud smile on his lips. "You look beautiful, honey." he complimented me. I walked a few steps around the room towards the mirror. "I guess that is it."