There weren't many on her side where she came from. Geralt and Yennefer, Triss and Vesemir... That last one stung a bit at the memory of what happened and while a large part of her wanted to dwell on it, she didn't let the memories linger. It would have been nice to what the White Wolf here to help guide her through whatever this might be. This wasn't the first time that Cirilla had found herself alone, though and nor would it be her last ( she assumed. ) It was difficult to say whether her pseudo parents would approve of any future choices she would make but given the Witcher's nature of generally giving her what she wanted, well... Ciri could assume that Geralt would likely be on her side if no one else.
She had no intention of getting into the Elder Blood but that was neither here nor there as it wasn't in question and in spite of the initial slip up, the young girl didn't appear to be bringing it back up. For now and hopefully, for always.
Ciri may well have told him that his concern was sweet but unnecessary. She might have laughed but when it came down to it, if the threat was real, she would have given it her all to ensure survival — be it her own or someone else's. "Honestly, I think the only persons whom I know all that well are cynics themselves." The word 'think' in that sentence was more or less unnecessary given that Yennefer and Geralt were some of the most skeptic people she had ever encountered. His tone reflected that he wasn't lacking fondness for whomever he spoke about and it brought the smallest of smiles to her lips. "Most shockingly new things are, I suppose."
"That reminds me of Witcher's work," it was an off-handed remark. There were several boards in towns, villages and cities around her homeland that were home to postings for aid and most of the time it was specific to the kind of work she was once trained for. It was a long shot but Ciri suddenly felt the need to ask: "I don't suppose that you might've come across a man with white hair? Rather large, scarred and somewhat menacing looking? He goes by the name Geralt of Rivia."
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She had no intention of getting into the Elder Blood but that was neither here nor there as it wasn't in question and in spite of the initial slip up, the young girl didn't appear to be bringing it back up. For now and hopefully, for always.
Ciri may well have told him that his concern was sweet but unnecessary. She might have laughed but when it came down to it, if the threat was real, she would have given it her all to ensure survival — be it her own or someone else's. "Honestly, I think the only persons whom I know all that well are cynics themselves." The word 'think' in that sentence was more or less unnecessary given that Yennefer and Geralt were some of the most skeptic people she had ever encountered. His tone reflected that he wasn't lacking fondness for whomever he spoke about and it brought the smallest of smiles to her lips. "Most shockingly new things are, I suppose."
"That reminds me of Witcher's work," it was an off-handed remark. There were several boards in towns, villages and cities around her homeland that were home to postings for aid and most of the time it was specific to the kind of work she was once trained for. It was a long shot but Ciri suddenly felt the need to ask: "I don't suppose that you might've come across a man with white hair? Rather large, scarred and somewhat menacing looking? He goes by the name Geralt of Rivia."