[ When confronted with a different world — even if she were stretching the definition of the word 'world' here — Ciri always sought out two things: Food and shelter. The latter was already taken care of, with plenty of places in these winding metal halls to take refuge. She could easily slip anyone's notice if she were careful. When she found the kitchens to solve her next problem, it proved her point.
Tucked into a corner with her Zireael still strapped to her back and halfway through a plate of cold meats and pickled vegetables had the boy finally noticed her.
Ciri hadn't said anything when he entered. She had taken one look at him and recognized that dream-like wonder in his eyes that gave him tunnel vision. Either he was overwhelmed, starving, or both, but she knew better than to get in the way of someone who looked like food back home was going out of style. He had that loping, furtive gait of a person not comfortable with being still. And the table manners of a wolf, too. Not that she was passing judgment. ]
If there's any left now that you've found them. [ Ciri said with a wry smile before popping a gherkin into her mouth. ]
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Tucked into a corner with her Zireael still strapped to her back and halfway through a plate of cold meats and pickled vegetables had the boy finally noticed her.
Ciri hadn't said anything when he entered. She had taken one look at him and recognized that dream-like wonder in his eyes that gave him tunnel vision. Either he was overwhelmed, starving, or both, but she knew better than to get in the way of someone who looked like food back home was going out of style. He had that loping, furtive gait of a person not comfortable with being still. And the table manners of a wolf, too. Not that she was passing judgment. ]
If there's any left now that you've found them. [ Ciri said with a wry smile before popping a gherkin into her mouth. ]