[When it catches the light, it certainly looks like it could pass for true red, so Geralt grunts in agreement. It’s close enough and he isn't about to debate hair colours.
The questions and the chastised behaviour that follows gives Geralt pause; people aren’t usually shy about asking him about his peculiarities, and initially he isn’t even sure how to respond.]
No, it’s fine. Perfectly fine.
[He picks idly at some salmon as he speaks.]
It's indeed a witcher thing. My hair pigmentation was lost during a mutation process. My bad luck, as I’m the only one such a thing has happened to.
[He stares openly at Julian, as though in anticipation - of what, exactly, Julian can probably guess, but his face is completely devoid of expression.]
no subject
The questions and the chastised behaviour that follows gives Geralt pause; people aren’t usually shy about asking him about his peculiarities, and initially he isn’t even sure how to respond.]
No, it’s fine. Perfectly fine.
[He picks idly at some salmon as he speaks.]
It's indeed a witcher thing. My hair pigmentation was lost during a mutation process. My bad luck, as I’m the only one such a thing has happened to.
[He stares openly at Julian, as though in anticipation - of what, exactly, Julian can probably guess, but his face is completely devoid of expression.]