Sawtooth Spire All that you are is all that I'll ever need.

The stone was a large one, thankfully too large to lodge itself someplace dangerous. Ciri made a good effort of testing the texture of it though, unsure if she liked the roughness on her tongue of the sound her teeth made on connection.

Still, it was hers, and as her father veered her way she felt her grip tighten. Stormy blue eyes narrowed, the dark-furred infant gave a funny little rumbling growl as Mahler drew closer - a warning to him, just as she did when Elke dared to get too close to what was hers.

The infant let herself soften when words, not physical intervention, floated her way. In an instant her grumpiness vanished, and she turned toward her adult lookalike with a cheerful wiggle of her scruffy little tail. Unwilling to drop her prize just yet, Cirilla peeled her lips back to let him see, yet hovered on the edge of uncertainty should he choose to rob her.