Gideon follows, although only after one long, lingering look over her shoulder and back towards the ravine. Ciri's probably right. Jesper's probably right. But she still feels the hot tingle in palms and eyeteeth that comes over her when she's itching for a fight.
There's something a touch sullen in her bearing as she strides after the others, Claude already busy with the soldiers. Only Ciri's mention of flying - or something near enough to it as to be intriguing - stops her from making any half-hearted protests. Flying? Telekinesis?? She's beginning to feel like she drew the short straw, here.
"Hold up a minute," she says, as Jesper finishes his explanation, "I wanna hear how Ciri plans to get to the other side. What do you mean, near enough to flying?"
There's something in Ciri's bearing that suggests...what? Not anxiety exactly, but something cautious and restrained. Gideon's question comes neither loud nor brash because of this, but she voices it anyway.
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There's something a touch sullen in her bearing as she strides after the others, Claude already busy with the soldiers. Only Ciri's mention of flying - or something near enough to it as to be intriguing - stops her from making any half-hearted protests. Flying? Telekinesis?? She's beginning to feel like she drew the short straw, here.
"Hold up a minute," she says, as Jesper finishes his explanation, "I wanna hear how Ciri plans to get to the other side. What do you mean, near enough to flying?"
There's something in Ciri's bearing that suggests...what? Not anxiety exactly, but something cautious and restrained. Gideon's question comes neither loud nor brash because of this, but she voices it anyway.