[ With an exhale that might almost pass for a laugh, Ciri decides to let it be.
There is too much to think about. Purpose and practicality. Family and fear. Heroes, villains, destiny and dough.
It is easier to pretend she believes Jaskier, and simply help him make a cake. Ciri hasn't baked anything in-- a very long time, she can't even recall. There is something to be said about the fact that she is the one wielding the knife, destroying a thing in its current form so Jaskier can create it, more than a sum of the parts she takes apart. Whatever that something is, though, Ciri has not the words nor the energy to release it yet.
But she can do as Jaskier requests. And she can help make something new, even if this is all she knows: the knife in her hands, precisely peeling and separating.
She smiles up at him. ]
I love cake. Just tell me how many you need.
...and I'll take that as a challenge. You know I'm not backing down now.
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There is too much to think about. Purpose and practicality. Family and fear. Heroes, villains, destiny and dough.
It is easier to pretend she believes Jaskier, and simply help him make a cake. Ciri hasn't baked anything in-- a very long time, she can't even recall. There is something to be said about the fact that she is the one wielding the knife, destroying a thing in its current form so Jaskier can create it, more than a sum of the parts she takes apart. Whatever that something is, though, Ciri has not the words nor the energy to release it yet.
But she can do as Jaskier requests. And she can help make something new, even if this is all she knows: the knife in her hands, precisely peeling and separating.
She smiles up at him. ]
I love cake. Just tell me how many you need.
...and I'll take that as a challenge. You know I'm not backing down now.