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

Satisfied that her father held no intention of stealing her prize away for himself, Ciri let her scruffy little tail wag at her rear. Tufted, raven ears pricked when he spoke to her in a tongue that was not that of her mother, but one she'd heard her whole life. 

Though she couldn't understand the words or the meaning behind them, the littlest Ostrega responded to the familiarity of their tone. Stone still clutched firm between her teeth, she pressed forward and after the adult as he turned away toward Nyx and Elke who took shelter nearby.

They spoke of trees, she gathered, and cast her stormy gaze upward to look upon the vibrant shades of their leaves. The branches rustled in the breeze and Ciri cooed enthusiastically, enraptured by the noise they made.