Nova Peak If I'm to have regrets, let them be for deeds and actions.

Ciri, having been brooding quietly since the pack's relocation and even more so since the attack on her father, spent more time by herself as the weeks crept by. She'd been so eager to meet all the new faces at that first gathering back on the spire, other children to build friendships with, but it'd become clear to her over time that this desire was her own. From the moonlit girl's rejection of her to the scowl on the charcoal Eisen's face when she'd simply been looking for her father, young Ciri had become a shell of who she'd been back on Sawtooth.

Her mother spoke nothing of this mood shift, likely hoping that their move and Mahler's injuries had shook the balance for a short while, and for this the blackbird felt grateful. She didn't want to talk about it, though she was always on edge with the expectation of a lecture to come. Keen to avoid it, Ciri didn't spend much time in Nyx' company without Elke present - the lioness would surely not touch base on such sensitive matters in the presence of her sister.

As the sun dipped that evening, the young Ostrega found herself trailing up into the higher slopes of their mountain home. She hoped to find a better view of the night sky up there, maybe count the stars if the clouds would allow it.