Noctisardor Bypass And emptiness is all you know.

The young Ostrega listened with curiosity as her father explained what his concoction contained: one for sleep and another to ease her aching muscles. She blinked toward him as she worked at her breakfast, her gaze void of mistrust - Ciri had always known her father to be a doktor who excelled in his trade. It was not she who aspired to follow in her footsteps, however: "Elke was more fond of plants and potions than I ever was."

A solemn smile then, as the swallow's stare averted once more. She tore at the haunch of her hare and roughly freed it from its skeleton, and crunched the delicate bones between her molars. Ciri gnawed despite having suddenly lost her appetite, and her mind conjured an image of Moonspear's destruction.

She shivered.