CIRILLA.

|| i just come on here to write with yennefers and then leave

pleased, brief smile takes form. she allows their arms to link and follows the taller's footsteps. " how have things been while i was gone? "

constant sniffling. . she's a bit under the weather.

good evening.

" in the mean time. . shall we go for a walk? "

heavy thoughts weigh on her tonight. . . a dream, a wish of a happy ending. if one is even possible.

" no, a different kind of surprise. it's not ready yet. "

" correct. "

" then that would ruin the surprise. "

ouch. . . is it so wrong? things around here can be so incredibly dull.

|| temp layout until i can get better screenshots from the game 🫣

she is, for the most part.

compared to previous nights, yes — it's peaceful.

slow night. .

of course.

you can borrow mine.

not entirely shocked.

" one fur is enough for me. "

geralt?

oh. . . surely she can just get another piece?