Geralt was used to finding new people and even more used to them being freighted of him. But he looked down at the young woman he held in his arms and couldn't understand why they would be afraid of her. Yes her hair was nearly white, he moved her hair aside and looked down at her ashen skin. She was a mage that much he knew, but aside from her name that was all he knew. She woke suddenly and was startled but relaxed some when she saw where she was.
"Are you alright?" He asked, she nodded and looked back at the fire. She slid from his arms and sat on the ground. His large over jacket still covered her, he could barely tell she had curled up with her knees against her chest. Had just two men broken what he saw as a strong mage.
"Tell me about yourself." He said suddenly.
"Like what?" She asked looking up at him.
"About you. Your hair is almost the same color as my own, your eyes are an interesting color."
"As are yours."
"Mine are because of my trials and all the potions and poisons I was subjected to. A mutation is what it became, a mutant is what I am."
"I am what you see, nearly white hair, ashen skin and turquoise eyes. No potion or even enchantment. I was born looking like this. It was told to me once my hair was as black as night but the older I became the lighter it became until it became what it is."
"How have others treated you because of it?"
"Poorly, I was seen as a."
"Monster?"
"What happened the other day, is that the first time you've had that happen?"
"Yes, no man has ever wanted to touch me. They see my skin, my eyes my hair and they won't touch me. It seems the only way they will touch me is if they chose to force what they want from me."
Geralt reached out and touched her face, he watched as she flinched at his touch but he moved a stray hair from her face. She raised her eyes to look into his, he could still see some fear in them, but he could also see some passion as well. He helped her up so she was sitting next to him, she reached out and touched his face.
"The trials changed your skin?"
"Yes, everything, I am the only witcher with white hair and pale skin."
"I have seen one other witcher. He was not kind."
"How so?"
"He wore a medallion just like your own. He took me for a whore. When I told him I was not, he struck me."
"My apologies, I would never think anyone even a witcher would have any just cause to strike a woman even if she was a whore."
"With my skin being as pale as it is, the bruise was noticeable."
Geralt touched her face, his fingers slowly moving across her lips as he leaned forward and kissed her. Jasmine leaned into the kiss her hands touching his face as they pulled apart. Jasmine blushed and looked away.
"Jasmine, never think I take you for a whore. You are not one and I would never force you to do anything you are not comfortable with. I must travel with the sun rises."
"I understand, I too must return to my own travels."
For people that were thought to have no feelings Jasmine was seeing that it was more a rumor that witchers had no emotions. Had he not had any he would not have helped her. Jasmine looked at the fire again, her eyes danced with the flames. Geralt watched her and wondered if she would be safe traveling alone, she had so far but now that she had been attacked would she remain safe. He could not think of that, she was a strong mage she could handle herself.