𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗦
- Akrylli of Bantrear
The white haired girl appeared suddenly, first in her visions then physically at the side of Geralt. It hit Kryl without warning, and her hand was the one that pulled her back up.
Sadl...
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Ciri was at her side in an instant. Her arms tightly wrapped around the screaming and kicking Kryl. There were tears streaming down her face, wetting Ciri's shoulder as she leant into the younger girl, her nails digging into her arms in desperation to stay grounded.
"You're safe, Akrylli." Ciri said softly, one arm wrapping around Kryl's neck gently, her opposite hand stroking the back of Kryl's head — hoping to calm the girl. "Nothing can hurt you here, it was just a bad dream."
"No-" Kryl croaked through tears, her voice weak, sobbing softly. "It was real— it was a memory, Cirilla..." Her voice was muffled by Ciri's warm clothing.
Ciri didn't reply, for she knew not what to say. So instead, she began simply swaying back and forth slowly, something her grandmother had always done for her.
After a while, Kryl had calmed down a little. Her eyes were closed again and her breath wasn't hasty or rough. You could've mistaken her for someone who was sleeping.
Ciri held her the whole time, and continued to do so until Kryl pushed herself away from Ciri's chest to look up at the girl holding her.
"You don't have to talk about it—"
"I saw my mother." Kryl cut her off sharply, clearly not having heard Ciri's previous words.
"— or you can." Ciri muttered, with a soft smile. She was secretly glad Kryl wanted to open up.
Kryl laughed gently at Ciri's comment, her eyes trained on her knees, which were sitting just beside Ciri's hips.
"It was the day she died," Kryl continued, the smile fading as her mind pictured the scene once again, "our village was burning, and I'd been at the stalls when it started. I raced home so fast, praying I wasn't too late— but I was. Mum was trapped under our house and, when I tried to save her— Geralt showed up, and just, grabbed me."
"Geralt?"
"Geralt." Kryl glanced up at Ciri quickly, noting the puzzled look on the girls face, despite her already knowing this story, albeit roughly. "He was young then, and so naive." Kryl's eyes unfocused as they flicked away from Ciri's sympathetic eyes. "I never did find my dad's body— or my brother's, for that matter."
"You have a brother?" Ciri responded quickly, still staring at Kryl as the dark haired girl's body tensed at the mere thought.
"Had."
Silence fell over the two once more.
Kryl had corrected Ciri harshly, almost as if she didn't want anyone to think she had a brother. It was sharply spoken, and her teeth had snapped together after she said it. Kryl hadn't looked up at Ciri, but her eyes did glance quickly before her head fell down again.
