Ciri cocks her head slightly, quizzical, but Gideon does not seem to realize this is a baffling thing to say. Still, it's clear enough what she means. Whatever the ninth is, it's where she's from. Before the Singularity, before being dragged into this world, into a city she's seemingly entirely unprepared for. ]
I've traveled. Seen lots of things, lots of places. This is among the most crowded, to be fair-- but I am familiar with cities and the wilderness in equal measure.
[ The second of which she misses far more.
Their drinks arrive promptly, despite the rundown look of the place; the serving boy is polite and quiet, eyeing the both of them with Gideon's biceps and Ciri's scar and knife with cautious fascination. Ciri waves him away almost before he can finish asking if they need anything else, grabs her ale, and takes a long drink.
She is restless. Tired of odd jobs and elbowing her way through crowds. Her hands itch for the feel of a blade in her grip, for something to fight that is not a nebulous, uncertain enemy made of foreign mages and interkingdom politicking.
She distracts herself like this, instead. ]
What did you have? Where you are from, the ninth of whatever it is that you mean?
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Ciri cocks her head slightly, quizzical, but Gideon does not seem to realize this is a baffling thing to say. Still, it's clear enough what she means. Whatever the ninth is, it's where she's from. Before the Singularity, before being dragged into this world, into a city she's seemingly entirely unprepared for. ]
I've traveled. Seen lots of things, lots of places. This is among the most crowded, to be fair-- but I am familiar with cities and the wilderness in equal measure.
[ The second of which she misses far more.
Their drinks arrive promptly, despite the rundown look of the place; the serving boy is polite and quiet, eyeing the both of them with Gideon's biceps and Ciri's scar and knife with cautious fascination. Ciri waves him away almost before he can finish asking if they need anything else, grabs her ale, and takes a long drink.
She is restless. Tired of odd jobs and elbowing her way through crowds. Her hands itch for the feel of a blade in her grip, for something to fight that is not a nebulous, uncertain enemy made of foreign mages and interkingdom politicking.
She distracts herself like this, instead. ]
What did you have? Where you are from, the ninth of whatever it is that you mean?