starter for @akanisxingrid.
where: falernia, queenset isles
when: current timeline
note: uwu
The Kossith had taken so much from each of them, such which went beyond materialistic items, but indelibly marked their souls. Still, though Celaya had grown much over the past year, the witcher still felt great difficulty in facing her emotions head on and finding a sensible way of growing with and through them. If Celaya could, she would evade and ignore her little heart out, but it proved to be something of great difficulty considering how often she found herself around Ingrid. A mentor as it was, but one Celaya had endured with together and she tried not to feel so stuck in commiseration with the other; it seemed to often their grief was entangled with one another's and Celaya tried not to veer such way again currently.
"I didn't mean to get you on another boat again so soon," a wry expression finds the witchers normally stoic countenance as she nudges Ingrid. They'd made the trip safely, the small ship that often communed travelers to the merchant hub docking at port. Soon, with the small amass of others around them, they'd be let off to venture to the markets here.
"But I've heard of many things here which the bazaar doesn't have," those of a more Iskaran quality, Iskaran origins even, and Celaya was more than intrigued to wield something that preached of her true origins as opposed to the Borderreach sword and shield she currently had. Celaya tried not to mourn the loss of her true weaponry again, it'd only just been given back to the witcher, but it would be a mistake for her to place all her focus upon this, lest she become obsessive to turn over the wreckage in search of it all.
