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Elder Blood Beef?

It seemed there was still room for jest within the elf, && it would have almost sounded like a joke had the young woman not been REMINDED of an earlier pet name, not too far from the likes of such calibre.

‘That’s what I am to you now?’ Ciri retaliated, still finding herself quite cross for having been called a bit of nugget on top of a pile of manure, now an Elder Blood Beef.

It seemed the quality of the material had diminished, though also did its repulsive nature.

‘What’s next for a COMPLIMENT? Swallow in a stick?’

Ciri could almost taste the bitterness in her mouth as she spoke, her heart aching horribly.

A sigh escaped her at the Aen Elle’s question, one too many feeling of HURT lingering in her eyes, the effects of which gave them a strangely watery effect, almost as though Ciri was on the verge of tears when, in reality, she was merely pained && fuming.

‘Vilgefortz wanted me to come.’ She spoke without wavering, fuelling the flames with broken branches && dry leaves. ‘Damned mage wouldn’t quit chewing at my ears… I’m disappointed, though. I’d rather have seen you as the CORPSE of a great warrior than some warlord’s lapdog. Seeking to bite the hand that feeds you?’ She gave him a punctured stare.

Guard-dog, more like. But Ciri sought to make it sting… as did his PRESENCE alone to her heart.

&& there it was - the lashing out. Eredin exhales exhausted and far more frustrated than words could ever convey; 

             “Oh, shut the fuck up -- You’re not GERALT and I’m not a little pussy to buy into your wicked glaring and poorly thought insulting” The former king merely sighed, eyes rolling behind his half closed eye lids. It was like the NAGLFAR sinking all over again -- or every other situation of emotional stress where the female blew off steam & hid behind sad rants. Did she really think he didn’t know her better? Besides, Even if he didn’t, Eredin could tell the technique with ease - after all he was probably one of the first to use it. AUBERON would always push the little brother’s  nose with the grace of a cat & chuckle arrogantly. May the bastard float in the void forever; 

Time was naught to her that moment, && once Ciri was finished playing with the long-necked creature, she waded back to the LAKESIDE, collecting leaves && broken bits of branches in order to build up a small fire. Wet from her name to her toes, the young woman couldn’t help sneezing, thus ignoring Eredin’s presence about, though not entirely, she turned her back to him && unwound the bandages around her torso, the effects of which exposed a very recent set of claw-marks dealt to her ribcage. Not only that, but, in comparison to before, a bigger collection of scars mapped her skin through && through.

What with having removed her shirt, Ciri put it back on, making certain her BREASTS would be well away from the Sparrowhawk’s gaze, && removed her trousers next, leaving them to dry as she sat down && poked the flickering embers with a stick.

I’ll have to find myself something to eat. Ciri thought, hugging her knees && staring at the sun. Some clothes as well. Perhaps… No. I’ll look for something myself.

With her resolve steeled, the young woman picked herself up off the floor && patted the pine needles && dirt clingingto her backside away, stealing a gander at Eredin from the corner of her eyes before tearing her gaze away from him in order to resume her task.

    That’s it, he couldn’t lie in silence anymore. Besides, the danger had passed as well & she was in dry land setting up what seemed to be a bonfire. Perfect time, if there are ever such things; 

     “So... How fun was it to dangle yourself in front of an unknown monster like a juicy elder blood beef?” Along with the cracking of branches and the shifting of leaves, an approaching murmur somewhat less melancholic than his previous speech and positively caustic of him - lips even displaying the ghost of a smile which almost came to be displaying how her playing around had succeeded in lightening the airs “I thought you would become dinner before telling me why you’re here of all places” Fingers are stretched over the bonfire and the elf king takes a deep sigh when warmth touches him. Still quite an ALIEN sensation that one of being free of the biting embrace of the white frost nearly every passing hour.

      He knew there was a relationship between the swallow and the eagle. Aen Saevherne often mentioned the human with higher magic & how he would play an important part in setting the child of elder blood in her path to save the Aen Elle -- Yet he refused to believe she was there to visit Vilgefortz. Out of the shock of seeing her for the first time, his mind could clearly see that the visit was hardly a random one. She knew what she would find and, incoherent with all her nonchalant facade, sought it out. 

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Blood in your hands, Falka.

She could hear the voice say, digits furling involuntarily, rubbing lightly against her palm, now wet with sweat, as though to make certain they weren’t stained in red.

One of her many tugs caused her hand to come FREE from Eredin’s grasp, or was it the elf who had released her at last? Heavy eyelids were pried open to watch the King of the Hunt in all his glory. Body automatically moving in lieu of his motions to prop herself up as the elf had ordained. Small hands alighted on either his shoulders, giving them an encouraging squeeze. It was shameful how Ciri didn’t understand what he meant at first, and even more so the fact she was unable to hide her inquisitiveness.

Could he be speaking of their STANCE, or…?

Unable to hide her embarrassment from the situation, Ciri could at least pretend she still had a grasp of it. One of her hands skated along the underside of Eredin’s jaw line, coaxing him to look at her before her lips met his. Almost as if of its own accord, her hips swayed.

                           He could never, for the life of his, credit himself something good.