02-06-2022, 10:37 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
There had been snatches of news in the common lands where she had been thawing out since her release. Bits and pieces that she was able to put together a hazy idea of what had happened while she had been trapped. The South was completely under water, something she had seen briefly for herself from a distance on her flight path here. It hadn’t phased her much, not having many ties to those lands or anyone in them. There had been a slight flicker of bittersweet nostalgia when she had thought of the golden leaves of Sylva, where her lost son had been conceived, but it fades as quickly as it comes. She should be more bothered, she thinks, the old Ciri would have been sad and empathetic to those that had lost their home and lives. The anger in her finds it can’t be bothered by such things anymore, not when she has her own problems to rage about it.
She was also aware that the Isle was no longer the kingdom seat for the North but to who it had been handed to, she is unaware. Naturally, her thoughts turn to Nashua. Was he still here? Had he handed over the rule of the South willingly? Their last meeting had not been a pleasant one. Most of their conversations had been tense since Gale had been taken by the Curse, but part of her hopes that he is still here… If only to look him in the eyes and ask him why. Why nobody had bothered to come looking for the Thane.
Lost in her thoughts and the brewing storm to come, she hadn’t noticed the presence of another. Her head is turned towards the sea and not the Isle behind her, as if she was still working up the courage to face it despite finally being here. It’s the sharp voice that makes her ears flick back, that turns the chaotic spinning silver of her eyes to the stranger followed by those crimson stars that dance eerily around her. It wouldn't take much to see the tense muscle working in her cheek, the way her neglected muscles become taunt beneath her thin skin, the sudden wariness she wears like a cloak. The flickering of her blood-red stars reflect back in the unknown’s turquoise one, looking like flames dancing amongst the waves found around the islands to the west.
A snarl begins to curl at the corner of her mouth but she says nothing back to the other’s question. Nor does she bother to either agree or disagree with her assessment about the Isle. The anger wants her to snap back, to let her know that she isn’t something Ciri's impressed with either. To say it only out of spite because she no longer trusts a pretty face. The words stay in her mouth but the thought lingers.
She’s not sure if this is home anymore. It had been, at least, she had hoped it would be. Why had she come back? Because she wanted to or because she had nowhere else to go? The coppery tang of blood hits her nostrils, making them wrinkle with disgust. She is so sick of that smell which instantly brings back memories of her life oozing from the multiple wounds he had caused to her chest, spilling out on the grass in the meadow from shattered legs. Waking up in it, dying in it.
Her voice is tight and clipped when she finally speaks, the spinning of silver in her eyes never slowing their pace as they flick towards the cuts on her legs. “Your bleeding.” She states in a flat tone and for a second it seems she hesitates, as if considering to offer her help. The moment passes and suddenly the scarred mare moves past her without another word, folding her starlit wings over her backside as she starts to head off the beach and towards the colder parts of the territory where the heart shaped lake resides.
She was also aware that the Isle was no longer the kingdom seat for the North but to who it had been handed to, she is unaware. Naturally, her thoughts turn to Nashua. Was he still here? Had he handed over the rule of the South willingly? Their last meeting had not been a pleasant one. Most of their conversations had been tense since Gale had been taken by the Curse, but part of her hopes that he is still here… If only to look him in the eyes and ask him why. Why nobody had bothered to come looking for the Thane.
Lost in her thoughts and the brewing storm to come, she hadn’t noticed the presence of another. Her head is turned towards the sea and not the Isle behind her, as if she was still working up the courage to face it despite finally being here. It’s the sharp voice that makes her ears flick back, that turns the chaotic spinning silver of her eyes to the stranger followed by those crimson stars that dance eerily around her. It wouldn't take much to see the tense muscle working in her cheek, the way her neglected muscles become taunt beneath her thin skin, the sudden wariness she wears like a cloak. The flickering of her blood-red stars reflect back in the unknown’s turquoise one, looking like flames dancing amongst the waves found around the islands to the west.
A snarl begins to curl at the corner of her mouth but she says nothing back to the other’s question. Nor does she bother to either agree or disagree with her assessment about the Isle. The anger wants her to snap back, to let her know that she isn’t something Ciri's impressed with either. To say it only out of spite because she no longer trusts a pretty face. The words stay in her mouth but the thought lingers.
She’s not sure if this is home anymore. It had been, at least, she had hoped it would be. Why had she come back? Because she wanted to or because she had nowhere else to go? The coppery tang of blood hits her nostrils, making them wrinkle with disgust. She is so sick of that smell which instantly brings back memories of her life oozing from the multiple wounds he had caused to her chest, spilling out on the grass in the meadow from shattered legs. Waking up in it, dying in it.
Her voice is tight and clipped when she finally speaks, the spinning of silver in her eyes never slowing their pace as they flick towards the cuts on her legs. “Your bleeding.” She states in a flat tone and for a second it seems she hesitates, as if considering to offer her help. The moment passes and suddenly the scarred mare moves past her without another word, folding her starlit wings over her backside as she starts to head off the beach and towards the colder parts of the territory where the heart shaped lake resides.
-- Ciri
@Arrowe