[ 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]

[ 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. ]

Haven't we all been the same?

[theidlemaiden]

[ Ciri might not roll her eyes but Hilda can still hear it in her voice, in her tone. She tries not to tense at the sound of it while simultaneously not take it too personally.

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.

[wiedzminka]

[ Ciri senses the pause, the tension. A beat of awkward silence, peppered with the rustling of butcher paper and cloth. ]

...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. ]