[ Ciri lets out a soft noise, something between a sigh and a laugh. The smile this time is a nostalgic one, barely-there and tinged with... perhaps it's a bit of regret.
Hilda isn't exactly wrong; it's just a dream from a life long past, of a girl long dead. ]
Sweeping all the fair maids off their feet, right? [ she teases back, trying to regain the light mood of before.
Unfortunately, that's about the time the bird (same bird? different bird? the damn pests keep reappearing) opens its beak again nearby.
The voice is different this time; it sounds more mature, but with the same accent. Despite the uncanny mimicry, to Ciri it still sounds wrong.
If we must do this now, here is your first lesson... Keep your sword close, and keep moving.
This time, Ciri doesn't bother throwing anything at it. She just grunts, and hacks at the crystal. ]
Still good advice. How many more do we need, Hilda?
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Hilda isn't exactly wrong; it's just a dream from a life long past, of a girl long dead. ]
Sweeping all the fair maids off their feet, right? [ she teases back, trying to regain the light mood of before.
Unfortunately, that's about the time the bird (same bird? different bird? the damn pests keep reappearing) opens its beak again nearby.
The voice is different this time; it sounds more mature, but with the same accent. Despite the uncanny mimicry, to Ciri it still sounds wrong.
If we must do this now, here is your first lesson... Keep your sword close, and keep moving.
This time, Ciri doesn't bother throwing anything at it. She just grunts, and hacks at the crystal. ]
Still good advice. How many more do we need, Hilda?