geraltcavills: “Geralt!” the little girl repeated, clinging to the witcher’s chest
“Geralt!” the little girl repeated, clinging to the witcher’s chest. “You’ve found me! I knew it! I always knew! I knew you’d find me!”
“Ciri,”the witcher said.
Yurga did not see Geralt’s face, hidden by the ashen hair. He could only see hands clad in black gloves squeezing the girl’s back and shoulders.
“You’ve finally found me! Oh, Geralt! I waited all this time! Yes, a terribly long time… We’ll stay together now, won’t we? Now we’ll be together, right? Say it, Geralt! Forever! Say it!”
“Forever, Ciri.”
“Yes, just like they said! Geralt! Like they said… I’m your destiny? Say it! I’m your destiny?”
Yurga was astonished when he saw the eyes of the witcher. He heard Złotolitka’s weeping quietly and felt her shoulders trembling. He watched the witcher and waited, in suspense, for his answer. He knew that he would not understand the answer, but he waited anyway. And as he waited.
“You’re something more, Ciri. Something more.”
