( For all some implications of singers were they had certain other professions as well, which she was attempting to avoid implying here.
He's agreeing, which is more than she had reason to expect. Nodding her head to him the once, she swallows as she turns and makes her way, chin up, shoulders tipped back, through the crowd of people who part when she winds her way through them. The singer is finishing her song even as she reaches the stage, glancing both directions to find the recessed stairs that lead up to it from the left.
Ciri doesn't look back to see if she's being followed, starting up the short stair to reach the stage and inclining her head to the singer. The singer looks somewhere between amused and annoyed, but they mimic the same head inclination, facetiously gesturing to the stage with a, "Since you seem to be in need of a platform."
She knows it's facetious, her lips tightening in their neutral line. She makes herself say the words of gratitude anyway, a thank you before she finishes striding to the centre of stage and stops, turning back to see if she's up here without company in tow. Ciri isn't a consummate performer, more used to having to be present and quieter next to her grandmother when she'd been in Cintra, or the more rough banter she's learned more and more of since. This kind of posturing isn't really either, but that's fine. She's here for orb missions, she needs to start orb missioning in training, too.She asks the watching audience, eyes darting over them and daring an answer, while inside she mostly hopes no one tries dragging her off stage immediately. )
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( For all some implications of singers were they had certain other professions as well, which she was attempting to avoid implying here.
He's agreeing, which is more than she had reason to expect. Nodding her head to him the once, she swallows as she turns and makes her way, chin up, shoulders tipped back, through the crowd of people who part when she winds her way through them. The singer is finishing her song even as she reaches the stage, glancing both directions to find the recessed stairs that lead up to it from the left.
Ciri doesn't look back to see if she's being followed, starting up the short stair to reach the stage and inclining her head to the singer. The singer looks somewhere between amused and annoyed, but they mimic the same head inclination, facetiously gesturing to the stage with a, "Since you seem to be in need of a platform."
She knows it's facetious, her lips tightening in their neutral line. She makes herself say the words of gratitude anyway, a thank you before she finishes striding to the centre of stage and stops, turning back to see if she's up here without company in tow. Ciri isn't a consummate performer, more used to having to be present and quieter next to her grandmother when she'd been in Cintra, or the more rough banter she's learned more and more of since. This kind of posturing isn't really either, but that's fine. She's here for orb missions, she needs to start orb missioning in training, too.She asks the watching audience, eyes darting over them and daring an answer, while inside she mostly hopes no one tries dragging her off stage immediately. )