Despite the things lurking in the gloom of the trees, Diana is not afraid of the forest. Over the centuries, she has faced many horrors here, but with a capable fighter like Geralt by her side she is not worried. The two of them are a force, even tired as they are from the battle they just fought.
Her heart warms at the offer, but just as quickly turns to aching. She knows the offer is genuine, and she knows a part of her would love being there. But the nature of her domain makes it difficult, at times, to stay in one place for very long. She is always pulled away, either by echoes or her own intuition that another god needs her. It feels almost like a betrayal to even consider holing up for an entire season, leaving all to their own devices.
It is a dangerous train of thought, one that has pulled her under before.
So she makes a decision, one that she'll call selfish later. But recently, something in the winds, in the magic feels like it has changed, and she has the notion that she needs to change as well. At least a little. "I would like to see Ciri again." Her tone is wistful, thoughtful, as if she's trying to grab on to something that she can't quite reach. "I think I will take you up on that this winter." For as long as she can manage to tear herself away from her duty.
She tilts her head up towards the canopy above, again thoughtful. "I have not seen many true winters. I am usually in the desert at that time, and before..." She trails off, unable to really voice what "before" means. She shakes her head slightly. "I do not think I saw many at all when I was younger."
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Her heart warms at the offer, but just as quickly turns to aching. She knows the offer is genuine, and she knows a part of her would love being there. But the nature of her domain makes it difficult, at times, to stay in one place for very long. She is always pulled away, either by echoes or her own intuition that another god needs her. It feels almost like a betrayal to even consider holing up for an entire season, leaving all to their own devices.
It is a dangerous train of thought, one that has pulled her under before.
So she makes a decision, one that she'll call selfish later. But recently, something in the winds, in the magic feels like it has changed, and she has the notion that she needs to change as well. At least a little. "I would like to see Ciri again." Her tone is wistful, thoughtful, as if she's trying to grab on to something that she can't quite reach. "I think I will take you up on that this winter." For as long as she can manage to tear herself away from her duty.
She tilts her head up towards the canopy above, again thoughtful. "I have not seen many true winters. I am usually in the desert at that time, and before..." She trails off, unable to really voice what "before" means. She shakes her head slightly. "I do not think I saw many at all when I was younger."