Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon (the_witcheress) wrote in riftlogs, @ 2019-02-07 13:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! incomplete, dragon age: durin aeducan, the witcher: ciri |
Who: Ciri and Durin
When: Backdated to right after her arrival
Why: Because he told her she could come find him
What: Arrival
Warning: TBD
Status: In Progress
Ciri had managed to work her way through the Wilds. She'd found it tugging on a part of her that she preferred to keep tamped down and safe behind walls of steel. The darker edge to her nature, left behind by those who'd tormented her for so long. She'd held her head high and squared her shoulders, deciding not to let the darkness call to her and get anywhere. It wasn't easy, it would be easier to cave to such whispers, but she was stronger than that. The Wilds were an interesting place and she did like them, overall, but she didn't want to stick around and find out everything in them. She had a feeling a lot of what she'd run into wouldn't be friendly. Not that it mattered to her. She was fond of fighting. Almost as fond of it as she was of Geralt. And she had her sword, and her magic, at her call, so she hadn't been worried about anything. She'd only made it a little way when she ran into her first darkspawn, and dispatched it with the silver blade. She wiped the blade clean and sighed, where there was one creature there was bound to be more. She just knew that is how things went. And she wasn't wrong. Dispatching a couple more was exhausting but doable, and she made her way out of the Wilds after what felt like days. Almost white hair was stained with blood and dirt, her clothing flecked with blood and muck, and she looked tired. The sword was in her hand, even as her other hand looked through her pouch for food. She found some jerky she'd had and nibbled on it as she walked. Ciri kept checking her bearings, using the phone to keep her pointed in the correct direction, before sighing. "Oh, good, I think I've found it." she muttered to herself, knowing that she must sound silly talking to herself. She uttered a slight curse in Elven under her breath before shaking her head. This place was insane. And Ciri? Was used to the weird shit. "Durin?" she called out, pausing, not wanting to get too close and be attacked by anyone guarding the place, or set off any traps they had set. She didn't know what the protocol was here and she wanted to play it safe. |