Ciri sniffs again, rubbing her face, and nods with a touch more enthusiasm. For now, she puts the rest out of her mind. She's told Geralt what she can; he's promised her all that he can in return. After this, it will be up to Yennefer -- and Ciri will just have to keep checking in. She determines to ask the wolf in Geralt's domain to keep an eye out. She knows the beast is not entirely an animal, and if it can take messages for Geralt, then it can act as lookout too. Small steps, but even that is progress. So she reminds herself, and resolves to focus on what she can do.
Namely, get a proper weapon. Arm herself in a way she knows. No magic, just cold, hard steel.
Ciri wipes her mouth and pushes off the table with both hands, standing quickly. ]
Me too.
[ The sooner the better.
As it turns out, the afternoon air -- cooler lately, though not nearly as cool as the season should be -- does a lot to clear her head. ]
* * *
[ The meeting with the smith had gone well, as Ciri had known it would since Geralt had recommended the woman. But even if she were the most competent smith on the planet, one can only work so swiftly and still turn out a quality product.
Ciri has been impatient these last few days. She's spent her time outside more often than not, at the library or the market, poring over maps, gathering materials she'll need for longer trips outside the city. As promised, she consults with some apothecaries and provides Jaskier with ointments and strict instructions, relieved to see him regaining his strength quickly. But the rest of the time is simply waiting.
Until the day she'd been promised a finished blade. ]
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Ciri sniffs again, rubbing her face, and nods with a touch more enthusiasm. For now, she puts the rest out of her mind. She's told Geralt what she can; he's promised her all that he can in return. After this, it will be up to Yennefer -- and Ciri will just have to keep checking in. She determines to ask the wolf in Geralt's domain to keep an eye out. She knows the beast is not entirely an animal, and if it can take messages for Geralt, then it can act as lookout too. Small steps, but even that is progress. So she reminds herself, and resolves to focus on what she can do.
Namely, get a proper weapon. Arm herself in a way she knows. No magic, just cold, hard steel.
Ciri wipes her mouth and pushes off the table with both hands, standing quickly. ]
Me too.
[ The sooner the better.
As it turns out, the afternoon air -- cooler lately, though not nearly as cool as the season should be -- does a lot to clear her head. ]
* * *
[ The meeting with the smith had gone well, as Ciri had known it would since Geralt had recommended the woman. But even if she were the most competent smith on the planet, one can only work so swiftly and still turn out a quality product.
Ciri has been impatient these last few days. She's spent her time outside more often than not, at the library or the market, poring over maps, gathering materials she'll need for longer trips outside the city. As promised, she consults with some apothecaries and provides Jaskier with ointments and strict instructions, relieved to see him regaining his strength quickly. But the rest of the time is simply waiting.
Until the day she'd been promised a finished blade. ]
Geralt. Let's go.