Noctisardor Bypass sonnenschein

Ciri preferred the nighttime. She enjoyed the stillness of it, the quiet, the soft sounds of hooting owls and scurrying mice. A raven ear swivelled toward the trickling of a nearby stream and from it she drew calmness, a comfort, for since her arrival had Rivenwood come to feel more like a home to her.

She had not expected to find her father out so late, though the surprise was not unpleasant. With a softly swaying tail, the swallow padded his way and emitted an affectionate croon to announce her approach.

Against the gargoyle's side did she settle, the weight of her petite frame pressed firmly to the warmth of his flank. She did not seek his gaze with her own and she breathed no words to him, for all she really wanted was a peaceful moment alongside him as she stared out into the darkness ahead.