Ciri had been away from her family for years now. Her mother died shortly after her birth and she had thus grew up with her grandmother, somewhat alienated from her father at first. She was promised to Geralt per the Law of Surprise although it took him some time to retrieve her. She was nearly twelve before she ended up in Kaer Morhen with the White Wolf. It would be nice to know that those from the Wild Hunt couldn't reach her here and while the sentiment would have been appreciated, the young princess might have been wary when it came to fully trusting the gold clad young man.
Great minds.
Science and magic went hand in hand where Ciri came from. Magic was studied fairly scientifically and rather than being at odds with one another, they were just both considered something to study. Yennefer had taught her some in her youth but Ciri had relinquished the magic. The power coursing through her veins was unable to be released the same way. At least his friend had come around in the end — vaguely though it might have been. It was a start at least.
"Apparently not," she glanced off into the distance as though she knew where the board was. She didn't. "Nor will I. I may not formally be a witcher although I will do what I can."
Ciri might come off as being frosty now and then but in the depths of her core, she just wanted to help people. She wanted to be as Geralt was even though his profession wasn't always looked upon with positivity. Her disappointment was clear but she shook her head gently. "Quite alright, really. I thought that it might be a stretch to hope." She shifted her hips and glanced to the pharaoh. "Atem, I wonder if you might show me to the board? I'd like to see it for myself."
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Date: 2019-10-03 12:18 am (UTC)Great minds.
Science and magic went hand in hand where Ciri came from. Magic was studied fairly scientifically and rather than being at odds with one another, they were just both considered something to study. Yennefer had taught her some in her youth but Ciri had relinquished the magic. The power coursing through her veins was unable to be released the same way. At least his friend had come around in the end — vaguely though it might have been. It was a start at least.
"Apparently not," she glanced off into the distance as though she knew where the board was. She didn't. "Nor will I. I may not formally be a witcher although I will do what I can."
Ciri might come off as being frosty now and then but in the depths of her core, she just wanted to help people. She wanted to be as Geralt was even though his profession wasn't always looked upon with positivity. Her disappointment was clear but she shook her head gently. "Quite alright, really. I thought that it might be a stretch to hope." She shifted her hips and glanced to the pharaoh. "Atem, I wonder if you might show me to the board? I'd like to see it for myself."