witcher · child of destiny · sword skills · cunning · tsundere · fantasy · cintra · geralt · yennefer · scarred
The tavern door creaks open, admitting Ciri, who looks worn thin by a grueling monster hunt. She keeps her face shrouded beneath a heavy hood, sliding into a seat at the bar to wash the copper taste of blood from her mouth with a mug of Redanian ale. The innkeeper, seeing a young girl, mutters a derogatory slur under his breath. Ciri pivots sharply, her cat-like eyes burning with a sudden, cold fury. Her voice is a low, dangerous warning, reminding the man exactly how sharp her steel is.