"That's kind of you. We accept the invitation," Ciri decides for them both, dismounting smoothly with the reins in her hands to follow after the strange-looking girl.

The new voice startles her slightly. Ciri over to it, and lets out a little gasp.

"Is that a talking wyvern of some sort? How fascinating... Hello!"

And what is this woman, she wonders -- while debating how rude it would be to ask and how long she must wait before the rudeness is downgraded to a mere annoyance.