[ CATCH-ALL ] and what you see is not the dark

[wiedzminka]

Who: Ciri & the friends(?) she made along the way
When: end of May - mid June
Where: Cadens, Nocwich, Horizon maybe
What: catching up after the wild and wacky 800 years that didn't happen
Warnings: in subject lines if necessary but probably none

it's just the gods upturning inkpots
'cause they know what you'll become

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[wiedzminka]

[ She hears him coming, but doesn't look over until he's sitting down.

What an observation. Ciri can't help the snort of a laugh that escapes her nose, making Wolf look over momentarily. It gives Torgal the opening he needs to tackle him, and the two canines go tumbling in the grass.

Ciri shrugs. ]

Sure. All limbs still attached and everything.

[ Just a bit of macabre humor, considering she'd lost an arm to her own recklessness in the time they experienced but didn't really live. That part, she supposes, is a relief. ]

[flagrates]

[ He huffs out a laugh — macabre though it may be, it's still humor, and if she has that left in her then perhaps he needn't be so worried.

(He still is. It's just his nature.)

He glances over at her limbs, almost as if to verify their state for himself, before looking back up at Torgal and Wolf, the white wolf leaping up in the air and pouncing back down on Torgal — who, by the sound of it, wasn't expecting the attack. ]

And the rest of you?

[ Physically, sure, she's alright. But Clive knows how he feels about it inside, and he's certain he's not the only one feeling... well, out of sorts feels too shallow, but truth be told, he doesn't know any other way to put it to himself. Something's different, and he can't go back to the way it was before. ]

[wiedzminka]

Also attached. [ She quips, then shrugs. ]

To be honest, I don't know what to say. If there's anything to say at all.

[ Geralt said only the people matter. They experienced whatever that was together, and that shared bond is real, regardless of the disorienting nature of the rest of it. She's trying to take that to heart. Isn't quite sure how, but tries nonetheless. ]

I don't want to give it more credence than it's worth. That world, that life -- it was a dream. We've woken up.

I want to stay awake.