[ There are a few reasons Ciri's pleased that Nocwich has decided to give them access to Oleuni Square and the surrounding areas more frequently. Among them are the fact she likes the weather here, and it gives her a good opportunity to enjoy the cold and the smell of real, proper trees. The sight of them too, even if it is always dark. The Square itself has plenty of enjoyable places too, the spa and hot springs, at least one tavern where she's found the werewolf ale suits her tastes quite well. But the hunting grounds is still one of her favorites (tying into the whole tree thing as well).
She likes the quiet. The hunt. It is an almost meditative endeavor, relaxing to her even as she keeps her sense on high alert, fingers ready to pull back her bowstring at any moment. She's been enjoying getting more practice in with a bow, too, considering she doesn't use such a weapon frequently. She might even buy one, one of these days.
Despite the recommendations of the hunt organizers that she find a partner to hunt with, Ciri has been here alone a few times. Often, she prefers it. But she's not against teaming up if she finds someone either in need of assistance, or someone she knows.
This time, she stumbles upon both in one. ]
Castiel.
[ Ciri calls out, voice soft. She's in the shadow of a nearby tree, bowstring taught, fletching just brushing her cheek. ]
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She likes the quiet. The hunt. It is an almost meditative endeavor, relaxing to her even as she keeps her sense on high alert, fingers ready to pull back her bowstring at any moment. She's been enjoying getting more practice in with a bow, too, considering she doesn't use such a weapon frequently. She might even buy one, one of these days.
Despite the recommendations of the hunt organizers that she find a partner to hunt with, Ciri has been here alone a few times. Often, she prefers it. But she's not against teaming up if she finds someone either in need of assistance, or someone she knows.
This time, she stumbles upon both in one. ]
Castiel.
[ Ciri calls out, voice soft. She's in the shadow of a nearby tree, bowstring taught, fletching just brushing her cheek. ]
Hold very still.