[ Ciri is well aware he doesn't understand what the risk is, what he's potentially agreeing to. But she also knows that he's right: they cannot stay here. Even if they weren't being attacked by unknown monsters on all sides, they are a hundred miles (at least) from anything, without horses and without supplies, without water even if Ciri could hunt for food, and that's not even taking into account that Viktor can't walk unassisted.
She got them here somehow. She has to be the one to get them out of this mess.
Holding his gaze, Ciri forces herself to take a deep breath, gives him a tight nod. Then, she hugs him, closes her eyes, and envisions -- as clearly as possible in her mind -- the place in the desert where she goes to train with Geralt. Somewhere open, out of the way of accidentally hurting anyone else, but close enough to the city. Somewhere familiar and, at least for her, safe. It should be easy. She's managed to cross worlds like this. She's jumped from one side of a continent to another. She's done so much more than what she's trying to do now.
You can do this, Viktor had said, trusting her.
You can do this. Words Geralt has said to her, with faith and patience.
Ciri flinches and gasps when one of the insects latches onto her again, and then a second. More are surrounding them, going after Viktor.
It's now or never. Before they're completely swarmed.
Ciri reaches for the place in her mind's eye, the familiar place in the desert. There is a flash of green-white brightness, energy more than light. An uneasy tugging, sudden stomach-dropping sensation.
Ciri, Viktor, and any insects attached to them vanish into nothing. ]
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She got them here somehow. She has to be the one to get them out of this mess.
Holding his gaze, Ciri forces herself to take a deep breath, gives him a tight nod. Then, she hugs him, closes her eyes, and envisions -- as clearly as possible in her mind -- the place in the desert where she goes to train with Geralt. Somewhere open, out of the way of accidentally hurting anyone else, but close enough to the city. Somewhere familiar and, at least for her, safe. It should be easy. She's managed to cross worlds like this. She's jumped from one side of a continent to another. She's done so much more than what she's trying to do now.
You can do this, Viktor had said, trusting her.
You can do this. Words Geralt has said to her, with faith and patience.
Ciri flinches and gasps when one of the insects latches onto her again, and then a second. More are surrounding them, going after Viktor.
It's now or never. Before they're completely swarmed.
Ciri reaches for the place in her mind's eye, the familiar place in the desert. There is a flash of green-white brightness, energy more than light. An uneasy tugging, sudden stomach-dropping sensation.
Ciri, Viktor, and any insects attached to them vanish into nothing. ]