The world comes back in snippets. Hands squeezing hers, slippery wet. Geralt's voice (she recognizes it, but for a few moments, it sounds so far away). Her name.
She's forgotten she's in the Horizon. It felt so real, and she hasn't used her powers like that in a long time. Hasn't lost control quite like that in longer. When her magic had snapped out of place and hurt Jaskier, even when she'd let rage take over when Geralt was missing, none of it was like this. The sort of raw, confused, lonely fear that grew inside her like a poison, years ago.
The silence feels more deafening after the scream. It doesn't fade so much as die, suddenly and somehow just as shockingly, leaving behind cracks and ringing ears-- and Ciri, gasping for breath, wide-eyed and sobbing.
It takes her nearly a full minute to realize what she's done.
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She's forgotten she's in the Horizon. It felt so real, and she hasn't used her powers like that in a long time. Hasn't lost control quite like that in longer. When her magic had snapped out of place and hurt Jaskier, even when she'd let rage take over when Geralt was missing, none of it was like this. The sort of raw, confused, lonely fear that grew inside her like a poison, years ago.
The silence feels more deafening after the scream. It doesn't fade so much as die, suddenly and somehow just as shockingly, leaving behind cracks and ringing ears-- and Ciri, gasping for breath, wide-eyed and sobbing.
It takes her nearly a full minute to realize what she's done.
"Ger... alt..."
She tries to pull her shaking hands away.