Ciri froze when she wanted to run, as her sword lowered and the muggy thoughts of Eredin's blank promises and threats clouded her mind. She'll not abandon you.
— You always were an unruly child. I adored that about you
"My mother is-" Ciri's sword lowers as she shakes, "My mother is—"
no subject
— You always were an unruly child. I adored that about you
"My mother is-" Ciri's sword lowers as she shakes, "My mother is—"
"Yennefer, Vesemir, I—
My name is Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon"
Ciri ducked her head and screamed.