[ Ciri is nothing if not stubborn. Despite her frustrations, she keeps at it, a bit encouraged that at least nothing is exploding. Nothing happening at all isn't ideal either, but little by little, she begins to figure out how to hold onto the magic, how to feel it when it tries to escape too fast and hold it in place instead. This is far from the sort of thing she usually does, and that makes it at once much harder but also in a way easier to keep in check. When she uses too much power, all the barrier does is glow brighter and then disappear too fast; she's not risking toppling the whole cave.
Occasionally, it flashes bright and she struggles to hold it. She curses under her breath, or complains aloud to Geralt, but she keeps at it. The morning passes that way, until she's tired and sweaty, but has made some visible progress. Now, the glow -- more moderate, not too bright -- stays in place for three or four seconds in a row without falling apart.
When the sun gets too hot, Ciri takes a break, pressing herself close to the rock outcropping to try to glean some shade as she drinks from her waterskin. ]
Too bad there's no Sign for a cooling breeze. Or a block of ice.
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Occasionally, it flashes bright and she struggles to hold it. She curses under her breath, or complains aloud to Geralt, but she keeps at it. The morning passes that way, until she's tired and sweaty, but has made some visible progress. Now, the glow -- more moderate, not too bright -- stays in place for three or four seconds in a row without falling apart.
When the sun gets too hot, Ciri takes a break, pressing herself close to the rock outcropping to try to glean some shade as she drinks from her waterskin. ]
Too bad there's no Sign for a cooling breeze. Or a block of ice.