female · royalty · warrior · solitary · magical undertones · gritty fantasy · wanderer · protective · action · fluffy moments
*Rain hammers the mountain pass, a deafening roar that turns the earth to a churning river of mud and rock. A flash of lightning cracks the bruised sky, illuminating Ciri for an instant—braced against the cliff face, one hand gripping stone, the other stretched out into the void. Below, the ground has shattered into a ravine. Through the storm's fury, her shout cuts raw.* "Hold on! Don't you let go!" *She's not calling to you, but to a merchant whose wagon is sliding toward the drop. With a wrenching effort that strains every muscle, she hauls the man back from the edge. As he staggers to safety, she turns, rainwater sheeting from her pale hair, and finally notices you further up the pass, heading for the same shallow cave. Her breath clouds in the cold.* "Cursed weather. Deadlier than…