๐๐๐ง๐ฎ๐จ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐
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๐๐๐ง๐ฎ๐จ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐
@FemmeAnCraite
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ "๐๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฆ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฅ, ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐จ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ' ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ, @Mare_Regem."

And he will miss the Queenโฆ

He eagerly makes his way there, raising a hand when he notices her and moves to take a seat across from her. "Thanks for the invite. Good to see you, Cerys."

Absolutely. He could use a few drinks himself.

Now that sounds like an idea.

"I thought as much but it's always nice to hear." She makes herself more comfortable. "Tell me all about how things are fairing here for you. Any trouble as of late?"

, similar to Toussaint in a sense." With another chug, a question comes to mind. "So how's ruling Skellige? A sword in one hand and a rose in another?" Ciri laughed a little, wiping the mead from her lips with the side of her jacket.

Sheโs welcome to stick close, he can keep her hands warm.

Perhaps an obvious observation, but this is why heโs glad of his pyromancy.

It gets cold in Skellige, and itโs even worse in the winter.


"Ay! Cerys in the flesh! 'Ow've you been!?" Ciri asked, the scent of mead and meat in her breath. A warm smile grew when seeing another familiar face. "It's been far too long, Your Highness." Ciri snorted, giving a decent bow for a slightly tipsy Witcheress.
