Just no in general. It bursts out, almost defensive, angry and confused.
She reacts without thinking, chasing after him. It's the Horizon. Anything can be explained away.
Ciri appears beside him at the banister, green eyes flashing dangerously. Her lips twist in a snarl, the scar that crosses her face twisting the grimace into something even more menacing and furious.
"I'm the one asking the questions here, mage. What are you after?"
Of course, she's aware she told him her name in Nocwich. But to connect Ciri to Cirilla, knowing about the monoliths, knowing he's a mage from the Continent, hearing it aloud is a stab of cold fear.
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Just no in general. It bursts out, almost defensive, angry and confused.
She reacts without thinking, chasing after him. It's the Horizon. Anything can be explained away.
Ciri appears beside him at the banister, green eyes flashing dangerously. Her lips twist in a snarl, the scar that crosses her face twisting the grimace into something even more menacing and furious.
"I'm the one asking the questions here, mage. What are you after?"
Of course, she's aware she told him her name in Nocwich. But to connect Ciri to Cirilla, knowing about the monoliths, knowing he's a mage from the Continent, hearing it aloud is a stab of cold fear.