Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Is it Mazikeen, Ciri asks, and Gale scowls.
Even when the orange-eyed mare is miles away, she remains a thorn in his side. His scowl deepens when Ciri continues, telling him of a meeting he does not remember. This is not the first memory that has been missing from Gale’s recollection. But Gale - the Gale that Ciri knew - is no longer within him. The memory is gone, just like the one of Sabal, and far too many of Mazikeen.
It is too late to get them now; Gale is beyond even the farthest reaches of dark magic. He does not remember her telling him of the stars, and it shows in the stiffness of his expression
Ciri is someone else that Gale had found worth protecting, it seems. For that alone, the Curse is inclined to kill her.
Not that it had really needed much urging.
Curious to see what the stars she speaks of might do, Gale combines the ability he’s taken from Wishbone with the ability to modify Sight, and a skeleton that Looks like a living deer charges directly toward them from the woods where Gale had been staring until just recently. Having two of them would have been better, he thinks, but he is not sure he has enough skill to animate more than a single set of bones.
It races toward them, just in Gale’s blind spot, and will race past him and attempt to impale Ciri with its twelve tine antlers before the brindle can turn to stop it.
@[Ciri]
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Gale
