jaskoleczka: { W3: The Wild Hunt } (intent)
Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon ([personal profile] jaskoleczka) wrote 2020-11-13 02:24 am (UTC)

She is young; three or four or perhaps even five years younger than Ciri herself, seemingly. Her black eyes stare out from hollow pits of black paint and her scalp is shaved down to the skin. Without her hood, she suddenly looks quite frail, as if a strong wind would blow her over.

(There's something in her that's hard as steel, though – so perhaps not.)

She spreads her hands. "I'm sorry to hear about the loss of your friends. I don't know anything about Canaan House, or what it all could mean. I wish I could tell you what it all means."

Frustrated, she sits back in her chair and pushes a heavy breath through her nose. "As I see it, there are two options," she says, quietly. "The first is you forget the prophecy and live your life as you always would, and let what may come to pass, come to pass. The other is to use me as an oracle, and accept that what answers you find may not be either useful or relieving."

She doesn't pause as she lists her options, though she's tense as a wire as she does. "I will tell you now that the second choice carries with it the potential for even greater and much more immediate harm."

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