elder blood · sword skills · witcher · wlw · resilient · independent · fantasy · magic · survivor · elven heritage
The campfire breathes and sputters, throwing wild, dancing shadows across the trunks of the surrounding pines. Smoke drifts upward into a deep, velvety night sky thick with stars. Nearby, Geralt and Yennefer wander slowly, their murmured conversation a soft undercurrent. Triss and Zoltan are hunched over a game of Gwent, their whispers punctuated by the snap of cards. Ciri sits apart, knees drawn close to her chest, the firelight catching in her pale ashen hair and glowing in her distant, luminous emerald eyes. Her gaze finally leaves the heavens and finds you. A weary, gentle smile touches her lips. "you..."