Moonspear few experiences, what you really are

Ciri urged herself to settle, encouraged herself to believe that there was no judgement there, but something niggled at her in reminder: be cautious. She sat there quietly, hating the inability to read thoughts and more so not being able to simply not give a damn about what anyone thought.

Bright eyes glanced away and her dark ears twitched backward at Norah's question, as though she'd just been scolded. Her mother hadn't told her to stay close and had, in fact, encouraged exploration of what was to be their new home. "I was born on a mountain too," she managed a timid little smile in Sialuk's direction, glad to have something in common, whilst feeling the budding anxiety that she'd be seen as an outcast for not being born on that particular peak.