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[ CATCH-ALL ] and what you see is not the dark
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
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
'cause they know what you'll become
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[ She's not sure if it's comforting or annoying that Hilda is simply the same way she's always been, as forward and friendly as ever. She has this habit of leaning just far enough into flirtation territory to get Ciri thinking about it, and never much further than that. Between several incidents over the past year or so, the most recent of which ended up with them napping on each other in Ikorr maybe a bit more intimately than 'just friends' would, Ciri had already started to feel awkward about Hilda's affections.
The experience during their three-week sojourn in the crater has only made things even more confusing.
Ciri has no idea what Hilda remembers, though.
And she doesn't want to ruin the mood. ]
Close enough to a surprise at this point, isn't it? That sounds pleasant.
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[ It was of course completely accidental, but a happy one. It's a silly thing to receive joy from matching outfits, but it's a joy that she wouldn't take for granted all the same.
Just like how she won't take this time that they have together now for granted.
Pleased that her surprise isn't coming across as lame there's a new spring in her step. Despite all the destruction that the storm had caused, the people of Cadens (and with the help of the Summoned) were starting to return to the streets. She navigates them through the busy markets before buildings give way to a secluded little oasis in the heart of a city. Picking out a spot beneath the shade she begins to set out the blanket and unpack the spread.
As she works she glances towards Ciri. ]
How have you been?
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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?
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There's a brief pause in both silence and her actions. ]
You're right. I guess none of that really happened.
[ As she resumes unpacking, laying out the berries, the mini DIY sandwich bar so that there wouldn't be any soggy bread. ]
I guess the better question should have been how are you feeling about everything that happened? Or didn't.
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...sorry. [ She sighs. If Hilda will allow, she will reach out to help too, pulling more items from the basket or simply rearranging things to make more room. ]
It's just been a bit... confusing. We weren't ourselves, but we also were. I can't remember everything. [ Thank fuck. ] But I remember enough.
I remember you. A version of you.
[ Ciri waits for Hilda to volunteer anything of her own, anything she remembers too. Or to shut this whole thing down. ]