Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon (
jaskoleczka) wrote2020-11-12 10:00 am
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{ pfsb } a letter and a meeting
Time is passing strangely for Ciri; it's difficult to tell if she has slept entire days or only a few hours. There is no way to mark the days aside from weather, and that changes quickly enough that it is wholly unreliable.
(The Bar, in her infinite kindness and usual sympathetic meddling, has in fact created a mild time loop in Ciri's room, giving her time to recover and somewhat ignoring the distressed flurry which has emanated out in ripples from her arrival.)
She comes downstairs, therefore, determined to more fully explore this strange place. There are stables she wishes to visit, and the woods remind her very slightly of those around Kaer Morhen...but her plans are abruptly canceled when, along with the strong hot tea she'd ordered, Lady Bar provides her also with a note.
Anyone watching would see Ciri rub at her forehead as if to quell a sudden headache, then lay a hand on the bartop and request something in a soft voice. Quill and pen appear, and she bends her head to write briskly and neatly:
Reverend Daughter,
I am terribly sorry for the distress I have caused. Please know it was not intentional.
I welcome your request for a meeting. I am at your disposal and shall visit Room 99 within the hour.
- Ciri
Folding the note, she looks for a waitrat to charge with its delivery and watches as the messenger scampers up the stairs before she turns with a sigh back to her tea.
Which she is now wishing was something a good deal stronger.
It's about half an hour later that she stands at the door of Room 99 with no idea of what to expect, knocking lightly with gloved knuckles.
(The Bar, in her infinite kindness and usual sympathetic meddling, has in fact created a mild time loop in Ciri's room, giving her time to recover and somewhat ignoring the distressed flurry which has emanated out in ripples from her arrival.)
She comes downstairs, therefore, determined to more fully explore this strange place. There are stables she wishes to visit, and the woods remind her very slightly of those around Kaer Morhen...but her plans are abruptly canceled when, along with the strong hot tea she'd ordered, Lady Bar provides her also with a note.
Anyone watching would see Ciri rub at her forehead as if to quell a sudden headache, then lay a hand on the bartop and request something in a soft voice. Quill and pen appear, and she bends her head to write briskly and neatly:
Reverend Daughter,
I am terribly sorry for the distress I have caused. Please know it was not intentional.
I welcome your request for a meeting. I am at your disposal and shall visit Room 99 within the hour.
- Ciri
Folding the note, she looks for a waitrat to charge with its delivery and watches as the messenger scampers up the stairs before she turns with a sigh back to her tea.
Which she is now wishing was something a good deal stronger.
It's about half an hour later that she stands at the door of Room 99 with no idea of what to expect, knocking lightly with gloved knuckles.
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She’s suddenly grateful that Ciri didn’t give her a scary prophecy upon their first meeting. This poor thing!
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“I’m glad that Lan Wangji has been kind. He’s seems firm but fair. Wei Wuxian is one of my favorite people but I might be prickly to if someone announced my future. Gideon and Harrow will come round.”
Probably?
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"But," thoughtfully, "I think we know each other better now, Lan Wangji and I. And I liked Wei Wuxian very much indeed. The Reverend Daughter...may need more time."
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She also ran around with a training sword, but the witchers are a tough lot to charm.
(She managed it anyway.) "Your friends are fortunate. I hope to count myself among their number one day...if I can keep from making dire prophecies, that is."
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She lifts a palm in a what can you do? sort of gesture. "And of course being Bound here hasn't helped. I spent time on the grounds creating portal after portal, and they all just dumped me right back where I was."
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She points to the rabbits playing poker. “Which is right there.”
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She's seen some strange things – even lived in an underwater city for a while – but small fluffy animals playing cards is still a bit beyond her.
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She's picturing Lady Yennefer's likely reaction to said portal, and it's making her smile. "And your home is beyond the painting?"
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