[ Ciri lets out a soft, girlish gasp, literally clapping her hands in delight when the tail wags. It's definitely wagging.
She reaches out to grab it, getting a good squeeze of fluff in right before Geralt shifts and sits on it like a total spoilsport. Rude.
Still, the face he's making almost makes up for it. Ciri snickers, relenting and going back to her drink, even though she does keep casting glances at his fluffy ears. ]
I can't turn into a bat, if that's what you're asking. Or a wolf. [ Like Alucard. ] Then again, I suppose I haven't tried.
I think I could make a bat, if I wanted to.
[ In the Horizon, anything is possible. She doesn't have the same qualms here as she does trying to do actual magic (the way she thinks of it, this place doesn't count) back in the physical realm.
Ciri waves a hand, and with a flourish, produces a small, fuzzy bat with improbably red eyes. It flaps around, landing on the counter in front of Geralt, where it walks awkwardly, making soft clicking noises and tilting its little head up at the Witcher. ]
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She reaches out to grab it, getting a good squeeze of fluff in right before Geralt shifts and sits on it like a total spoilsport. Rude.
Still, the face he's making almost makes up for it. Ciri snickers, relenting and going back to her drink, even though she does keep casting glances at his fluffy ears. ]
I can't turn into a bat, if that's what you're asking. Or a wolf. [ Like Alucard. ] Then again, I suppose I haven't tried.
I think I could make a bat, if I wanted to.
[ In the Horizon, anything is possible. She doesn't have the same qualms here as she does trying to do actual magic (the way she thinks of it, this place doesn't count) back in the physical realm.
Ciri waves a hand, and with a flourish, produces a small, fuzzy bat with improbably red eyes. It flaps around, landing on the counter in front of Geralt, where it walks awkwardly, making soft clicking noises and tilting its little head up at the Witcher. ]