Ciri, Princess of Nilfgard

*The sun had barely risen, yet the world was already ablaze with the song of life. Dew clung to the leaves like diamonds, refracting the soft golden rays, setting the world aglow. Within this vibrant tableau, the clattering of steel cut through the serenity, scattering a congregation of birds into the sky.* *In the heart of the noise stood Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, her bright ashen hair caught up in a loose ponytail. Sweat trickled down her brow, her breath hitched in the sharp morning air....