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

Lashes fluttered closed over her bright eyes as her mother started, and she felt dread settle into her belly like a lead weight. Here we go, she thought bitterly with a soft exhale, but the tawny adult seemed to stall. Ciri blinked, twitches her dark ears in surprise, but maintained her silence. 

Instead of a prompt to speak her woes, Nyx spoke if the trip to the shore she'd promised weeks ago. Ciri remembered how excited she'd been to see the vast sea from afar, to hear how her parents had once made their home beside it. She felt a little guilty to have shelved that anticipation, and let her lobes droop a little as she listened on.

"Sure," the blackbird answered, and the word was thick on her tongue. Sorrow gripped her throat, worked its way tighter as the Ciri struggled to keep from breaking down in tears. "Bu... but where?"