Sawtooth Spire This city's gonna break my heart.

Oh, Cirilla. Bold, fierce, beautiful Ciri. Nyx' yellow eyes softened on her bristling baby, unable to maintain frustration at her shenanigans, all she could really think of in that moment was how something so perfect could ever have come from her.

Her frown melted into the amused curve of her thin smirk as her daughter shifted a pointed stare back to the bushy-tailed trespasser, and hummed in contemplation. "Well," the lioness started, pricking a raven-tipped ear in curiosity as she took charge of this teaching opportunity, "what do you suppose we do about this?"