Ciri
She’s never met anyone like Gale before. It’s more than just his looks that makes her think of an oncoming storm. It’s the way he seems to thoughtfully consider her questions before answering them, the delight when he grins at her over something that must have been so traumatic. She gets the sense that Gale has an uncanny ability to detach himself from situations, as if he’s able to view past pain and trauma as an outsider looking in. She wonders how he does it and secretly wishes that she could do the same, it must make life easier.
His experience of death is said with such nonchalence that she wonders if it really wasn't the big deal everyone made out to be. Thinking of the Underneath, of the worlds she has traveled when she fell into the portal, the things she has seen... Maybe death wasn't the scariest or most painful part of living. Perhaps it was the living itself that should be feared and death was the reward for all that suffering at the end of the day. Gale has given her much to think about.
Ciri has gotten good at masking her past, shoving it deep within herself and avoiding the lack of closure she never got. However even the best of her masks slip and sometimes she doesn’t realize just how much she reveals in the depths of her swirling eyes and the subtle movements that scurry across her face. The memory of the bright purple blooms of wisteria are still burning in her mind, lingering even as he asks her where she lives. The dark scarred mare gives a little half smile and a small shrug of her clawed shoulder. “I don’t really live anywhere right now. I was a traveler for most of my life and it seems I’m a traveler once again.” She pauses, considering him beneath her raven forelock with the slow metallic swirls focused on him. “I guess I have been spending a lot of time here… Now that the lights back though, maybe that should change.”
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Gale]