[ They walk in peaceful silence most of the time, surrounded by the familiar, comforting noise of the city. Hilda leads, and Ciri is content to follow her through the crowds.
It's late enough in the afternoon the sun doesn't beam down as harshly anymore, but the ambient heat soaked into the buildings and streets still hasn't dissipated, metal and stone radiating it back on them. Stepping into the greenery of the park comes with a blissful cooling effect. Ciri's used to the desert clime by now, but she still doesn't prefer it.
She finds herself missing the northern forests, the home she'd had there, snowy winters by the fireside with Geralt and Yennefer and--
Except she hadn't actually had any of that. Not yet.
Ciri takes the blanket when Hilda pulls it out, helping her set up so she's not just standing there with empty hands waiting. The question is so very much expected, it takes real effort not to roll her eyes. ]
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It's late enough in the afternoon the sun doesn't beam down as harshly anymore, but the ambient heat soaked into the buildings and streets still hasn't dissipated, metal and stone radiating it back on them. Stepping into the greenery of the park comes with a blissful cooling effect. Ciri's used to the desert clime by now, but she still doesn't prefer it.
She finds herself missing the northern forests, the home she'd had there, snowy winters by the fireside with Geralt and Yennefer and--
Except she hadn't actually had any of that. Not yet.
Ciri takes the blanket when Hilda pulls it out, helping her set up so she's not just standing there with empty hands waiting. The question is so very much expected, it takes real effort not to roll her eyes. ]
Haven't we all been the same?