[ 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]

Yeah? [ Ciri smiles, leaning forward on her elbow atop the table. ]

What can I say? I'm a likeable sort. [ Don't worry: this is said with full, wry self-awareness. ]

How old is she? Your Midadol.

[ If he wants to talk about her. If Cid declines to answer or changes the subject, Ciri won't press him. She understands it must be difficult to talk about someone he's surely missing every day. But she knows too that it might be a relief, to get the chance to talk to someone willing to hear about her. ]

wrapping? 🎁

[judgmentbolts]

[ Cid chuckles at that. ] The right people will like you just fine, lass.

[ Somehow, he doubts she has too much trouble finding them. For all her sharpness, Ciri seems more acclimated to people than her father, and even if she wasn't... well, there are worse things for a woman to be than sure of herself.

He takes a swallow of his drink, partly to stall his answering of that question. In his minds' eye, Midadol is still eleven summers, bright-eyed and frozen in amber. ]

Sixteen, now. Last I saw her, she was off to University -- already smarter than her old man by far, for a mercy. Something else you've got in common I'm sure. [ Cid flashes her a grin. ] At any rate, I'll not force you to sit through an old man's ramblings. I'm sure you've got other business to attend.

[ He rummages in his pocket for coin enough to pay off their tab. He'll pick up with Ciri again soon enough, he's sure. ]