Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Geralt…"hepantedandimmediatelyfellsilent.Thencursedunderhisbreath,staringatthelightgreenrobesofamedicalstudentstrewnacrossthefloor.Heopenedhismouthinastonishmentandcursedoncemore.Hecouldhaveexpectedanything.Butnotthis.

           "Shani."Heshookhishead."Maythe-"

           "Nocomments,thankyouverymuch."Thewitchersatdownonthebed.AndShanicoveredherself,yankingthesheetrightuptoherupturnednose.

           "Well,comeinthen."Geraltreachedforhistrousers."Sinceyou’recomingbywayofthewindow,thismustbeimportant.Becauseifitisn’tI’mgoingtothrowyoustraightbackoutthroughit."

           Dandilionclamberedoffthesill,knockingdowntherestoftheonions.Hesatdown,pullingthehigh-backed,woodenchaircloserwithhisfoot.ThewitchergatheredShani’sclothesandhisownfromthefloor.Helookedabashedanddressedinsilence.Themedicalstudent,hidingbehindhim,wasstrugglingwithhershirt.Thepoetwatchedherinsolently,searchinginhismindforsimilesandrhymesforthegoldencolourofherskininthelightoftheoillampandthecurvesofhersmallbreasts.

           "What’sthisabout,Dandilion?"Thewitcherfastenedthebucklesonhisboots."Goon."

           "Packyourbags,"hereplieddryly."Yourdepartureisimminent."

           "Howimminent?"

           "Exceptionally."

           "Shani…"Geraltclearedhisthroat.