Sawtooth Spire gespenstisch

Ciri, oddly, had not tormented her sister in five whole minutes. Instead of batting at Elke's porcelain heels so she might giggle when she tripped over or testing her patience enough to initiate a battle, the little blackbird had found something far more intriguing.

New flowers had sprouted between boulders beyond the cave, with long stems that peaked above the wild grasses with tiny petals that matched the colour of her father's eyes. Ciri stared with wide-eyed wonder, delighted by her find, and reached with her nose to poke and sniff at the delicate buds. Normally she would go right ahead and fit anything different into her mouth, but these little flowers seemed too pretty and delicate to consume. Special.

When she heard the approach of another, however, she abandoned her newest curiosities and turned, excited. Only one other adult had ever come to visit, so she was quick to assume that it was her father's turn to dote on her. She went to him when he called her name and beckoned her closer, stumbling over her large paws as she whined and wiggled her scruffy tail.

"Ooooooh," she cooed, pressing her little body lovingly to Mahler's strong forelimb, before stormy eyes looked upon his gift with intrigue.