I miss Star Trek fandom from time to time but I really miss it around this time of year. It was my only fandom that had (almost) canon Jewish characters and it made me feel so warm and Seen that the fandom embraced that and made all kinds of cute fanart and fanfic that included reference to Hanukkah when everyone else was solely focused on Christmas. All my recent fandoms have been so heavily fantasy based that I can’t really reasonably headcanon stuff like that anymore ):
I’ve been thinking about this quite a lot tonight. As far as introducing Jewish traditions into a fantasy setting, well, why not? If you can’t find yourself reflected in a specific setting, there’s nothing wrong with adjusting the mirror.
In more specific terms, how about a witcher Hanukkah tradition?
It’s a tradition from back before there were all the different witcher schools, back when there was only the Order of Witchers. The Order kept a beacon burning at all times to guide their brothers still on the Path home. To let the beacon go out was to extinguish hope that these brothers would return home at all. The beacon burned without problem for many, many years.
One terrible winter, during a blizzard, the Order ran out of fuel for the beacon. They were trapped by the wind and the snow. No one was able to leave to get any more fuel while the storm raged. And the poor witchers—their hearts collectively broke at the thought of the beacon going out, of seeming to forget those who weren’t with them, but what could they do? Past a certain point, they had nothing they could spare for fuel for the beacon.
And the storm raged. And the beacon…burned.
It burned day after day, and the witchers were beside themselves in disbelief. They didn’t dare check on how this was happening because, well, witchers are fundamentally practical and the beacon was doing better without their interference. But every day, they waited for the flame to gutter. They waited, dreading the moment it would go out.
It didn’t.
Finally, after eight days, the storm subsided and they were off like a shot to get fuel, because, well, witchers are fundamentally practical and they know better than to press their luck. Every moment they didn’t have fuel was a chance for the beacon to go out.
Much to everyone’s relief, the beacon was still burning when they brought the fuel home. They fueled the beacon and it burned like it had done for the last eight days. It burned just like it had in all the days before that.
Time went on and the Order fractured into schools. The beacon doesn’t burn anymore. But the witchers never forgot.
During the wintering season, for eight days, a candle is lit in Kaer Morhen. One for every day the old beacon burned without fuel to bring their ancient brothers home.
That’s the story Vesemir told Geralt and Eskel every winter, when they were small. That’s the story Geralt told Ciri. That’s the story they were telling each other when Lambert got banned from lighting the candles ever again because “apparently, igni from across the room and two floors up is frowned upon in this establishment.”
Someone on a server was discussing the heights of the Witchers in books and games, which has been calculated using Ciri’s height. So, Ciri and Dandelion are 5'9", Yen is 5'6"… but get this, Lambert is 5'11", Geralt and Eskel? Anywhere between 6'2" and 6'6". Obviously, I’m going to the extreme end, but…
The sheer scope ofLambert’s frustration when he mouths off and they step close, making him crane his neck to look up at them. It’s not that much of a difference, but just enough. The frothing, feral rage when they pet his head or do the ‘lean on your shoulder’ thing tall people do to be irritating cretins. It would never get old for Geralt and Eskel, the chucklefucks. They would milk it everywinter.
Ciri’s height in The Tower of the Swallow, Chapter Four
(CW: Bonhart, bastard)
The swordsmith Esterhazy scrutinised Ciri with curiosity, without getting up from the oaken table.
'It’s for her,’ he guessed, tapping a pen holder against the paperweight depicting the weird group. 'The sword you requested in the letter. Right, Bonhart? Well, let’s examine it then… Let’s see if it agrees with what you wrote. Five feet, nine inches in height… And such she is. One hundred and twelve pounds in weight… Well, we’d have given her less than a hundred and twelve, but that’s a minor detail. A hand, you wrote, which a number five glove would fit … Show me your hand, honourable maiden. Well, and that agrees, too.’
'With me everything always agrees,’ Bonhart said dryly. 'Do you have any decent iron for her?’
A /source/ for the calculations. There are also comments about the Netflix cast. Some sources have Geralt as taller than Eskel. I love Beanpoleralt, so I will totally be using that at some point…
Someone on a server was discussing the heights of the Witchers in books and games, which has been calculated using Ciri’s height. So, Ciri and Dandelion are 5'9", Yen is 5'6"… but get this, Lambert is 5'11", Geralt and Eskel? Anywhere between 6'2" and 6'6". Obviously, I’m going to the extreme end, but…
The sheer scope ofLambert’s frustration when he mouths off and they step close, making him crane his neck to look up at them. It’s not that much of a difference, but just enough. The frothing, feral rage when they pet his head or do the ‘lean on your shoulder’ thing tall people do to be irritating cretins. It would never get old for Geralt and Eskel, the chucklefucks. They would milk it everywinter.
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