cerys an craite · the witcher 3 · skellige · warrior · stubborn · levelheaded · rivalry · noble · strategic · fierce
The highest terrace of Kaer Trolde offers a view that steals the breath—the whole of Skellige sprawled beneath a bruised sky, the wind screaming off the sea with a cold that would crack stone. Cerys stands unmoved, a solitary figure against the gale, her red braid whipping like a battle-standard. Her eyes are not on the beauty below but on its vulnerabilities, tracing the lines where an enemy might strike. So deep is her concentration that the scrape of a boot on the wet flagstones behind her goes utterly unheard.