[ He hums. He is glad Jaskier got to meet them, briefly, before they landed in this world. The other wolves. Especially knowing that he'll likely not ever see them again. The thought leaves behind a weighted ache each time. He's getting better at pushing it down.
He slips the medallion back into its pouch. ] She'd like that. Rinwell may have a dessert or two up her sleeve, I'm sure.
[ Something small, quiet, but full of friends and family—he knows Ciri would appreciate it. (Has he celebrated her nameday with her before? Her and Yennefer and Jaskier? The three, four, of them? Is that a memory Ciri holds? He's never asked. Part of him doesn't want to know, and yet.)
For him, this would be the first time he's ever spent Ciri's nameday with her. He's hoping...maybe he's hoping it'll be a good memory. Not a perfect one, but a good one. ]
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He slips the medallion back into its pouch. ] She'd like that. Rinwell may have a dessert or two up her sleeve, I'm sure.
[ Something small, quiet, but full of friends and family—he knows Ciri would appreciate it. (Has he celebrated her nameday with her before? Her and Yennefer and Jaskier? The three, four, of them? Is that a memory Ciri holds? He's never asked. Part of him doesn't want to know, and yet.)
For him, this would be the first time he's ever spent Ciri's nameday with her. He's hoping...maybe he's hoping it'll be a good memory. Not a perfect one, but a good one. ]