[Nadine gives one last wave of her hand to the plants at her feet and turns her attention from them to Ciri. She's glad for the younger deity's presence, it always seems as though she spends too much time by herself, simply absorbed in the plants of her own domain.
It's easy enough to lose a year or two, considering their nature.]
I'll be going into the world soon enough, but I've spent the winter here. Winter makes me sad, for some reason. Maybe just because it comes along and kills off so many plants.
[Or maybe there's something deeply rooted but forgotten. She doesn't think about it much.]
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[Nadine gives one last wave of her hand to the plants at her feet and turns her attention from them to Ciri. She's glad for the younger deity's presence, it always seems as though she spends too much time by herself, simply absorbed in the plants of her own domain.
It's easy enough to lose a year or two, considering their nature.]
I'll be going into the world soon enough, but I've spent the winter here. Winter makes me sad, for some reason. Maybe just because it comes along and kills off so many plants.
[Or maybe there's something deeply rooted but forgotten. She doesn't think about it much.]