Horizon Ridge There is a vortex of fate all around us.

For @Hypnos

Ciri's visit to the coast was a brief one, for when her thoughts began to darken she decided to take her leave. She was a little reluctant to, naturally, for her beach conjured in childish imagination was meant to symbolise joy, contentment. Those were not things her heart found there, for its wounds were too new and too raw to see any good in the world.

Her attention turned toward the mountain range on which she'd been born, though Ciri did not feel any great attachment. They were just rocks: lonely, but strong. Solid. She wondered if her father had returned to them after relinquishing his claim on Nova Peak, and figured it made most sense to begin her search for him there.

On the lower reaches of Sunspire, the sudden scent of blood roused a forgotten need: to feed. It'd been several long days since she'd eaten and Ciri felt the hollow ache in her stomach as she set about roaming through the bushes in search of the source.