Ouroboros Spine Her every thought, her only thought.

Her meant to come, but he had not. Could not. Ciri thought back to the last time she'd seen her father on Moonspear's neighbouring slopes, how the time between their previous encounter and then had aged him. Not long after Mahler's visit, she'd ventured out into the frozen wilds - so certain that it'd been his voice that called to her above the raging winds.

The young Ostrega frowned deeply, her thoughts muddied; had some mysterious sense sense driven her into the blizzard that night? Had she known he was in trouble, without really knowing?

Ciri emitted a soft whine and solemn yellow eyes rose to seek the pearl's soft gaze again. Kukutux extended welcome to her then, an invitation to shelter and rest for a time. "I-" she fidgeted, clearly unsettled, "I thank you, but..." Her voice wavered again, and the swallow tried to steady herself by clearing her throat, "I am ready to go now."