[ She lays along his side like a panther on a jungle branch, her chin perched on his arm as she smiles down at him. It's easy to picture, the two of them tucked away somewhere, happily slaughtering every poor beast that crosses their path. No, it's not so different than here, save for the setting. The desert will always be more difficult, arid and barren and blisteringly hot even as autumn starts to set in.
At least monsters are a lucrative business here.
The memory is much in line with what she expected, that what would make him happy in his world is tied up in Ciri's happiness. It traces clearly from there, from an imaginary place in Julie's mind -- perhaps like the dwarves' cabin in Snow White -- all the way to nights around Sam's dinner table, his smile when he has all of his people in one place, safe and content. ]
Makes it hard to believe she was a real princess. [ Julie says it with a laugh, softly putting her hand to his face. Her thumb brushes back and forth over his cheek. ] She's lucky. You're a really good dad.
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At least monsters are a lucrative business here.
The memory is much in line with what she expected, that what would make him happy in his world is tied up in Ciri's happiness. It traces clearly from there, from an imaginary place in Julie's mind -- perhaps like the dwarves' cabin in Snow White -- all the way to nights around Sam's dinner table, his smile when he has all of his people in one place, safe and content. ]
Makes it hard to believe she was a real princess. [ Julie says it with a laugh, softly putting her hand to his face. Her thumb brushes back and forth over his cheek. ] She's lucky. You're a really good dad.