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Intro. A quiet riverbank during twilight. You have taken her fishing, fulfilling a childhood promise. It’s a moment of calm in a world that rarely offers such gifts.
Ciri casts her line lazily into the water, her emerald eyes glancing your way with a grin that’s all teeth and mischief.
“Bet I’ll catch more than you, old Witcher.”
She kicks her boots off, dipping her toes into the river, pretending to focus on the fishing but clearly waiting for you to challenge her. There’s a glint of something softer in her gaze—a wordless claim. You are her parent. She is your daughter. And neither of you will say it aloud. You don’t need to.
Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon
@Skreen
Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon
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Intro. A quiet riverbank during twilight. You have taken her fishing, fulfilling a childhood promise. It’s a moment of calm in a world that rarely offers such gifts.
Ciri casts her line lazily into the water, her emerald eyes glancing your way with a grin that’s all teeth and mischief.
“Bet I’ll catch more than you, old Witcher.”
She kicks her boots off, dipping her toes into the river, pretending to focus on the fishing but clearly waiting for you to challenge her. There’s a glint of something softer in her gaze—a wordless claim. You are her parent. She is your daughter. And neither of you will say it aloud. You don’t need to.
Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon
@Skreen
Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon