Ouroboros Spine All the missing, crooked parts.

She'd tried to hide it, her discomfort, but failed. To hear of how the women and hunters of Moonglow had "danced" together so recently made Ciri flush hot beneath the silken fur of her raven cheeks; she did not dare meet the Moonwoman's eye. Her heart quickened in her chest, a wild thing, and it was painful to think how such a conversation about the future should've been one shared with her mother.

The swallow inhaled a shaky breath. She found her courage once more, and blinked up past her dark lashes. How? Ciri asked, genuinely wishing to know how one could help her in choosing a mate. She and her sister had suffered in the absence of a stable family unit - she yearned to be loved, to be The One. For something raw and something real.