you don't recover from a night like this; ramiel / any

[Ciri]

So far in her short life on earth, she has only known peace and calm. It’s not something that she minds but her mind is hungry for knowledge and her young body aches for more. Whatever she had been before she became one with this body is distant from her now. The silvery swirls of her iris’s still seem to hold infinite heaviness as if she had lived a whole lifetime instead of being a few months old. And yet she is still much a child, finding amusement and pleasure in the smallest of things.  The whole world aching for her to discover it. When the cry breaks over the Dale, she lifts her head slowly and gazes solemnly in the direction it had come. Not much happens here and the cry is a strange and thrilling sound, one she has never heard before. Soliel is probably either here or recruiting in the Field, she often leaves her daughter by herself as she trusts in the safety of the others in the kingdom. The craving for excitement is too much for her and she gives in gladly, easily bounding towards the duo in the distance. They are both strange men to her. Ramiel she has yet to meet but she knows of him thanks to her Mother’s stories. The other one is a stranger to all. He is broad and gray and something about him sends a shiver running down her spine. He looks like a warrior and she instantly is imagining all sorts of adventures he has been through. However there is something swirling in the depths of silver that reflects as she looks at him. She is not magical and therefore can’t sense anything that would tip her off that the strange man at the border wasn’t right. Yet she is of time and space and something holds her tongue and keeps her distant from him. Ramiel greets the newcomer and she simply stares at him, old silver eyes in a young face that look at him as if they know what he is doing when of course she does not. C I R I