Sawtooth Spire Your love will be safe with me.

From Moonglow's higher vantage, Ciri looked to the East. She saw the distant spires of Sawtooth reach into the clouds and, much to her surprise, felt a deep longing to revisit the range where she'd been born. The swallow could not explain this pull, this ignited desire in her heart, and figured it might be some need within her to feel closer to her mother.

They'd been happy there, living on the edge of Sagtannet's claim. She thought fondly of her childhood, of warm Summer days chasing pebbles with Elke and sheltering beneath the great tree beyond their den with her father; the comforting lull of his voice. She remembered the freshness the rain brought and the taste of dewdrops that clung to mountain grass, and without consideration for much else she began to pick her way across the valley toward Sawtooth Spire.

Ciri spent several days reminding herself of the joy she'd felt there, when her family had been whole. She lingered near the small cave where Nyx had brought her into the world and triee to imagine herself as a newborn. Had she been difficult, then? Was motherhood more challenge than blessing?

On the third, having convinced herself to return home, her body had prepared itself for the season. Ciri had thought it would not come, being so late, and she supposed it would be best to lay low for the worst of it. To wander out in the open would attract all sorts of unwanted attention, so she ventured deeper into her old haunt with every intention of squirreling herself away.