Could you write something about Ciri jumping into the world of one of the other medias you write for It can just be a headcanon thing if that format fits better
I love “Ciri jumps to another world” style fics
Lost Between Worlds
Thedas
Summary: Ciri has escaped the Wild Hunt before, This time, however, something goes wrong
Injured and exhausted, Ciri reaches for her Elder Blood in a desperate attempt to escape her pursuers, only to find herself falling into a world she has never seen before
Thedas.
Stranded in the Korcari Wilds, Ciri is found unconscious by a Grey Warden and their rather unusual group of companions. With no idea where she is or how to return home, she has little choice but to accept their help
Unfortunately, Thedas has its own problems. The Blight is spreading, the darkspawn are rising, and the Wild Hunt may not be as far behind as Ciri hoped
So, for now, she'll have to travel with a group of Wardens, survive another apocalypse, and figure out how to get home
Again.
CW/TW: Canon-typical violence, Blood and injuries
A/N: soo sorry it took so long, also i might make a second chapter, thats why its so short, sorry for any grammar mistakes !
Hope you're gonna like it (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)
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Ciri ran.
She didn't know how long she'd been running anymore.
The trees blurred around her, black trunks and tangled branches passing through her vision. Every breath scraped against her throat. Her legs were beginning to feel numb, and every step sent another sharp pulse of pain through her side.
She was bleeding. She knew that much.
The sound of hooves and metal reached her ears.
They were close.
She had to get out of here.
Ciri stumbled, catching herself against a tree. For half a second, she simply stood there, her forehead pressed against the rough bark as she tried to force air into her lungs.
She pushed herself away.
Her hand tightened around the hilt of her sword, but even lifting it felt impossible.
She had escaped them before.
She had to try again.
Ciri closed her eyes.
She reached for the Elder Blood.
The familiar sensation stirred beneath her skin, spreading through her body like heat. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she focused on the one place she knew she could picture clearly
Skellige.
She imagined the sea first, Cold, endless water stretching beneath a grey sky. The smell of salt and rain. Wind rushing through her hair. The cliffs, the mountains, the shores
For a moment, the forest around her seemed to disappear. The air grew still. Something vast and ancient stirred inside her, and the world began to bend
Then it all went wrong.
Ciri’s eyes snapped open.
Something was off.
Too intense.
Too much.
The Elder Blood surged through her all at once, tearing through her like a current she couldn't control.
"No—"
The Elder Blood surged through her all at once, ripping through her like a current she couldn’t control.
Ciri felt herself falling, even though there was nothing beneath her. Her stomach dropped as the ground, the trees, the sky—everything she knew—was torn away.
She tried to grab onto the image again.
The sea.
The cliffs.
Anything.
But she couldn't find it, She couldn't find anywhere
Then the world spat her out
Ciri hit the ground hard.
Cold mud splashed up beneath her, sticking to her skin, hair, and clothes. For a moment, she just lay there, trying to remember how to breathe, The air was thick and humid, heavy with the smell of wet soil and rotting vegetation, And something else
A strange, sickly smell underneath it all,
Flesh
Ciri frowned a little, She couldn’t quite place it. It wasn’t the smell of a fresh corpse. She knew that one. This was different. Rotten, but not fully dead somehow. It clung to the air, faint enough to almost disappear under the damp forest smell, but impossible to ignore once she noticed it
She slowly opened her eyes, First thing she saw was the treetops, so many of them, Branches tangled overhead, forming a thick canopy that blocked out most of the sky. The forest stretched in every direction, dense and dark, with no sign of a road, a village, or anything familiar
Ciri stared up at it, This wasn’t Skellige, nor any place she knows
Her eyes started to grow heavy, The adrenaline that had kept her moving was slowly leaving her body, taking what little strength she had left with it, And now she could feel the wound in her side, pressing a trembling hand against it, only to pull it back when her fingers came away warm and wet
Blood.
Of course...
She needed to get up, find shelter, figure out where she was, maybe find someone
The thoughts came sluggishly, one after another, becoming harder to hold onto
Ciri tried to push herself up, Her arms shook
Nothing.
Her head fell back into the mud, The strange forest blurred around her, the sounds becoming distant and muffled, her fingers loosened against the wound
She'd just rest of a moment, and then shes gonna get up, yes?
Her eyelids grew heavier, and the world was consumed by darknes.
The sun was already beginning to sink behind the trees by the time Elissa decided they wouldn't be reaching the Dalish camp that night, They were close, a day away, perhaps less, if they kept a good pace.
The camp had been set up, and Elissa had taken Alistair, Zevran, Morrigan, and Barkspawn out to scout the surrounding area
No darkspawn, bandits, nor traps, Nothing that looked like it wanted to kill them
They were making their way back toward camp when Barkspawn suddenly stopped,The mabari stood perfectly still, his head raised as he sniffed the air. Zevran glanced between the dog and the two Wardens.
"Darkspawn?"
For a moment, neither of the Wardens responded.
"No," Elissa said finally. "I don't sense any."
Alistair frowned, looking around the trees.
"Neither do I."
Barkspawn looked at Elissa, For a moment, the two simply stared at each other, Then the mabari turned and bolted off the path, disappearing into the trees
"Hey! Where are you going, buddy?" Alistair called after him, Elissa sighed, She'd learned long time ago not to question Barkspawn’s weird behavior
"Come on." She said and followed right after the mabari, Elissa stepped into a small clearing and stopped, Barkspawn was already there, The mabari was standing over over, happily licking thier face, his tail wagging from side to side
"Hey no, leave them!" Barkspawn didn’t even look at her, Elissa jogged over, shaking her head.
"They're not a toy"
Elissa looked down at the person, a girl, no older than her. Pale skin was almost completely hidden beneath mud, her light hair tangled around her face. There was something unusual about her, though Elissa couldn't quite place it. Even covered in dirt and blood, she looked strangely out of place in the forest
She crouched beside her
Her clothes were unlike anything she'd seen in Ferelden, a lot of people visited Highever so she seen plenty, but not quite like this. The fabric, the cut, even the boots. And the sword lying a few feet away looked just as unfamiliar
She glanced around the clearing again, Nothing, no tracks, no signs of a struggle, no indication that the girl had run here
She hadn't even left footprints in the mud
Elissa's brow furrowed, the footsteps of her companions coming closer, she looked up at Alistar as he steped closer
"Wonder how she got here... no sign of any fight no tracks..."
Zevran crouched beside them, studying her
"Perhaps she was attacked and escaped here."
"Where are the tracks then?" Elissa asked, Zevran looked around "Ah." He paused, Morrigan sighed behind them.
"Then perhaps we should leave her."
Elissa looked over her shoulder
"What?"
Morrigan gestured vaguely toward the girl
"She is alive, yes. But she is not our responsibility. We have already wasted enough time as it is."
Alistair stared at her "you cannot be serious, I know you're heartless, Morrigan, but come on"
Elissa sighed, as Morrigan folded her arms
"We have a Blight to stop, Elissa. We cannot afford to take responsibility for every stranger we encounter."
"Exactly ! We need every bit of help we can get"
Morrigan raised an eyebrow.
"Elissa—"
"We're taking her."
There was no hesitation in her voice, Morrigan stared at her for a moment
Zevran smiled faintly
"Ah. So we are collecting strays now."
Elissa giggled "yeah I guess so" She stood, then gestured toward Alistair
"Help me get her back to camp."
Ciri woke up warm
For a second, she didn’t get it, Warmth
She lay still, her mind still clouded with sleep, listening to the faint crackling of a fire somewhere nearby, thats was the first thing she noticed. Not the cold forest, not the mud under her, not the pain in her side
Just warmth
She lay still, her mind still foggy with sleep, listening to the faint crackle of a fire somewhere nearby
Ciri slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the inside of a tent
Canvas stretched above her, dimly lit by the warm glow of a fire outside. For a moment, she simply stared at it, trying to remember where she was, her gaze wandered, a bedroll beneath her, a blanket pulled over her
The unfamiliar setting made her tense up a bit
Then she saw a woman sitting a short distance away, she was reading a book
The woman was an older Lady with grey hair and wearing red robes, she sat comfortably beside a small lantern, one hand holding the book while the other turned a page now and then
Ciri watched her quietly, the woman looked... calm
Not like someone waiting for an opportunity to hurt her, that helped to ease her mind, a little
Ciri shifted under the blanket, the movement was enough to get the woman’s attention, she lowered the book, their eyes met for a second neither of them said a word
Then she gave a soft smile toward Ciri
"You're awake"
Ciri didn’t respond at first, still looking around, when her eyes rested on the woman again she asked
"Where am I?"
The Woman closed the book, keeping one finger between the pages
“You're in a camp in the Brecilian Forest.”
Ciri frowned, The name meant nothing to her
“What kingdom?”
She seemed rather surprised by the question
“Ferelden.” Again, nothing
Ciri's eyes narrowed
“And you are?”
“My name is Wynne.” She repeated the name quietly, committing it to memory
The woman nodded "And you?"
Ciri hesitated, she didn't know these people, she didn't know where she was. Giving a stranger her name suddenly felt like a dangerous thing to do, but this woman helped her
"...Ciri"
Wynne looked rather calm, safe her smile didn’t leave her face
"We are not going to hurt you. The people outside are my companions. They were the ones who found you and brought you here."
She placed the book on a stool next to her, and stood up "the woman that found you" Wynne continued "I think she'd like to talk to you"
giving her one last reassuring look before moving toward the tent entrance
Ciri watched her go.
A minute or two passed, Ciri remained still beneath the blanket, listening to what was going on outside. Voices, the occasional crackle of the fire, then footsteps, they stopped just outside the tent, before the somone came thru
A girl stepped inside, she lookd about her age
Her armor was something Ciri has never seen, blue cloth under silver plates, with griffon insignia worked into it, its shape catching the firelight
But the most Important thing that caught Ciris attention were the two daggers straped at her hips
The girl smilled slightly
"Hi"
Ciri said nothing, the girl didn't seem bothered by that, Instead, she stepped a little closer, then stopped, leaving enough distance between them
"So, how are you feeling?"
"...Sore" ciri answered, The girl smiled and took the same seat Wynne had been in just moments before
"I'm Elissa"
Ciri's eyes drifted briefly toward the daggers at her hips again, then back to her face.
"You found me?"
"I did." Elissa leaned back slightly in the chair
"Well... Barkspawn found you. I just followed him."
Ciri blinked
"Barkspawn?"
"My mabari"
Her eyes drifted around the tent again
"So..."
She looked back at Elissa
"Where am I?"
"In the Brecilian Forest." When ciris confusion remained, Elissa continued "wich is in Ferelden" again, the name meant nothing
Elissa seemed to realize that.
"You really don't know where you are, do you?"
Ciri shook her head.
"No."
Elissa looked around, seemingly trying to think of something to ask "hmm..." she looked up at Ciri, their eyes meeting "Were in Thedas, in the middle of the fith blight, im a Grey Warden"
These questions seemed like something anyone from Thedas would know, but not Ciri, she looked at her as though she'd just listed three completely meaningless words
Elissa leaned back slightly
"Do any of those mean anything to you?"
Ciri shook her head
"No."
Elissa went quiet
For the first time since entering the tent, the small smile disappeared from her face
"Okey... lets maybe start with how did you get here"
She remembered running, the Wild Hunt, the trees, blood.
She remembered reaching for the Elder Blood and trying to picture Skellige, then everything had gone wrong
"I was running"
Elissa waited
"From someone?"
Ciri nodded
"Yes"
"Who?" Ciri hesitated
"The Wild Hunt"
Elissa decided to not respond, just waited for Ciri to continue
"I was trying to get away from them"
Elissa nodded slowly
"And then?"
"I used my powers"
"...Okey" Elissa continued "And then you found yourself here? Yes?"
Ciri nodded
"I tried to go somwhere else" Elissa was quiet for a moment."Do any of those mean anything to you?"
Ciri shook her head.
"No."
Elissa went quiet, she looked at Ciri, taking in the tiredness in her eyes, the way she was still curled slightly beneath the blanket, Ciri looked at her, waiting for another question. None came
Instead, Elissa stood from the chair
"I think that's enough questions for tonight" She continued "its getting late, and you need to rest"
Elissa stood up, pausing at the entrance, she looked over towards Ciri
"I'll bring you some food later. And clothes too"
Ciri looked up
"Thank you" The words came out quieter than she intended, Elissa gave her a small nod
"Get some sleep, Ciri" Then she disappeared through the tent flap
Ciri closed her eyes, she sitll had no idea where she was, nor she knew who these people are
A/N: so i wasnt sure what format is the best for it so i just did HC, and also im soo sorry its so short but i had no idea what to write, so hope you like itt ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )
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You and Ekko met long before either of you knew what the world expected from you. Two kids from Zaun who still hadn't learned just how cruel the Undercity could be. You spent your days scavenging for scraps, racing across rooftops, and dreaming up futures that seemed impossibly far away
Benzo welcomed you just as warmly as he welcomed Ekko. Before long, you became another kid hanging around the shop. Benzo couldn't count how many times he'd find the two of you covered in grease, proudly presenting another creation
It took years before either of you confessed. Looking back, everyone else had figured it out long before you did. The Fireflies would later joke that the only people surprised by your relationship were the two actually in it
You know each other almost too well, Sometimes all it takes is a glance across the room for one of you to understand exactly what the other is thinking, almost as if you read each others mind
Leading the Fireflies together meant learning to trust each other's judgment, when it comes to living in the hideout and during missions, trust is Important
The Firelight, especially Scar love to tease the both of you (╥ ω ╥)
Despite everything Piltover/Zaun has taken from you both, being together reminds you that not everything was lost, and that there is something to fight for
Although Ekko is recognized as the founder of the Firelights, everyone knows the group wouldn't be what it is without you, he build the futre while you make sure everyone is alive to live it
Ekko hates when you take the most dangerous role, He knows you're capable, he knows you're smart, but that doesn't stop him from worring
The younger Firelights or just the kids in the hideout adore you !! ( ˘³˘ )
Do you have a favorite witcher character to write for that isn’t Geralt or Eskel (since they are already the most popular characters I see written for on here)
Outside of Geralt and Eskel i write for:
Lambert
Yennefer of Vengerberg
Triss Merigold
Keira Metz
Ciri
Jaskier
Emiel Regis
The 9 of them will always be featured in mulit character HC
I can also include Coën, Vesemir, Zoltan, Veron and others if requested (∗˃̵ ᵕ ˂̵∗)
A/N: i probobly should've specified ill write part two (⸝⸝⸝╸w╺⸝⸝⸝) anyway this one is just more nations and also doubt ill add more than i already did
Alsoo its been a while since i've read LoL lore so i do apologise if some of them are wrong (-_- #)
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🏜Shuriman!Reader
Growing up in the harsh deserts of Shurima means you're incredibly resourceful, Jinx quickly realises that your the type to make something usefull out of anything which she finds ridiculously attractive considering her own love of tinkering
She asks you to tell her stories about the ancient Sun Disc while the two of you lie on rooftops in Zaun, Every time you mention Ascended warriors she gasps dramatically, insisting she could've beaten one with ease ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ
Whenever she gives you jewelry or trinkets, she tries to make them resemble sun motifs because she associates you with golden deserts and the sun
She insists one day you'll take her to see the desert. Secretly, she dreams about watching the stars there, where there's no light pollution to hide them
🌿 Ixtali!Reader
Coming from a nation that values balance with nature, Zaun is... something. So you try to grow some plants in your shared hideout!like i said in the last part she loves flowers from Ionia so here is no different!
She purposely tries to fluster you just to see if you'll finally lose your composure. Most of the time you simply smile, making her groan dramatically
If you're an elemental mage, Jinx is endlessly fascinated, She never really gets tired of watching you shape stone, guide water, or coax vines into blooming
When you addmit to her you miss home, she starts to paint flowers and vines in the hideout and on both of your stuff
🌊 Bilgewater!Reader
You're one of the few people who doesn't seem shocked by her recklessness nor Zaun in general, Bilgewater isn't exactly known for safe living either
She loves modifying your harpoons, pistols, or cutlasses with ridiculous upgrades and every one of them has her colorfull scribles on them (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)
If you grew up on a ship or if you have a ship, shes HOOKED ! She Loves to listen to your sea stories and shanties,
She gets ridiculously curious about your tattoos if you have any. Every little symbol has a story, and she'll happily listen to all of them
🗻Targonian!Reader
Whether you were born in the foothills of Mount Targon or actually climbed the mountain, there's something about you that feels different to her. You're patient, observant, and seem to carry yourself with a quiet confidence that Jinx can't quite figure out
You tell her that back home, the stars were easier to see. Without all the smoke from Zaun, the sky looked endless. From then on, Jinx starts dragging you to the highest rooftops she can find (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
She is endlessly fascinated by your stories. Celestial beings, pilgrims risking everything to reach the summit, ancient temples
She isn't particularly religious, but she respects how important your beliefs are
🌳Kumungu Jungle!Reader
Beging used to make little to no sound in the Jungle, she made it her mission to try and sneak up to you
you're Vastayan or have lived alongside Vastaya such as Neeko, your stories completely reshape how Jinx imagines magic She's used to Hextech and Shimmer but Nature magic is soo much diffrent from them
Jinx loves lying in your lap while you braid little flowers or feathers into her hair (⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝)
You're an exceptional climber, Walls, rooftops, trees, rusted pipes... if there's something to grab onto, you're already halfway up
Can you write Jinx with a Reader who's not from Zaun or Piltover? They could be from anywhere as long as they're not native to the cities.
Thank you in advance!!!!
Jinx with an Outsider Reader
Jinx x reader
CW/TW: none !
A/N: Hello! I hope you like those anon! i decided to divide this one a bit, there are general hc and specific nations ( ˃ ᵕ ˂ )
Also reader is mentioned to have hair like 2 times
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When you first met, Jinx was suspicious. She knew from the start that you were an outsider, mostly because she didn’t recognize either your accent or your clothes
Later, when you became friends, she started asking lots of questions, and I mean LOTS. She wants to know what your people eat, what they wear, what their cities look like, and what kind of traditions they have, In return, she’ll tell you about Zaun. All you’re going to hear about Piltover is bad things tho
She imitates your accent constantly. Like, I mean over-the-top imitations, mostly to tease you (˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵). She might even learn a few words from your language, but only so she can poke fun at Sevika
She’s fascinated by anything you brought from home. Coins? Jewelry? Clothes? Books? She’ll ask about every single one of them. Some of your belongings may end up covered in her doodles, though
If you ever give her something from your homeland, she’s going to treasure it far more than she’ll ever admit
She insists on trying food from your homeland. Some dishes she absolutely adores, while others make her dramatically gag, and she refuses to go near them again
Jinx loves snooping through your gear, especially if it’s mechanical. She’ll want to know how every little mechanism works. If it’s magical, she’ll be twice as determined and curious
Growing up, Zaun was her whole universe. There wasn’t really anything beyond Zaun and Piltover. Yes, she knew other cities existed, but there was always too much going on in her own life to pay much attention to them. Meeting you suddenly makes the world feel enormous. If you’ve traveled to other places, Jinx will want to hear about those, too
Jinx loves matching accessories. She’d absolutely want to do that with you. Maybe the two of you have matching bracelets, hair accessories, or some other small item inspired by both of your homelands
⚔️ Noxian!Reader
Loves hearing about the Immortal Bastion and keeps asking if it's really as creepy as the rumors say
Finds your straightforward attitude refreshing, You say exactly what you mean!
Challenges you to ridiculous competitions. Who can throw a knife better? Who can climb higher? Who can scare Sevika first?
If you have any military training, she constantly tries to catch you off guard just to see your reflexes
🛡️ Demacian!Reader
If you're uncomfortable around Zaun at first, she secretly enjoys showing you around just to watch your reactions
She's convinced Demacia is full of boring people who do boring stuff for fun
LOVES teasing you for your proper manners
If you tell her about petricite, mage persecution and your internal fear of magic in general, she might poke fun at you, but slightly
🌸 Ionian!Reader
Loves flowers from Ionia because they're so different from anything in Zaun (>ᴗ<)
Gets really curious about spirits! and asks whether you've actually seen one
Steals your hair accessories because she thinks they're pretty, especially if they're flower related
If you're artistic, she'll constantly steals your sketchbooks, loves to see your home in them
❄️ Freljordian!Reader
Since it dosent snow in Zaun (yes its true, i even check it!) She think it sound super fun! Would love to have a snow ball fight with you
Thinks your survival skills are incredibly cool, especially if you can track animals
Coming from Zaun, Jinx is stunned by how many stars you can actually see in the Freljord, if you know any constelation names ohhh she loves to hear your stories
She loves hearing about Freljordian festivals, old legends, and stories passed down around campfires. She'll pretend she's only listening because they're "cool battle stories" tho (she's really hooked)
CW/TW:canon-typical themes, references to violence
A/N: Hope you like these (˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵)
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Unfortunately, you can't spend much time together. Stillwater is incredibly strict with its prisoners, so most of your time together is limited to lunch and exercise.
Vi always saves you a seat in the cafeteria. Acts of service are definitely her love language, so don't be surprised when part of her meal mysteriously ends up on your tray. She'll just shrug and tell you she's "not that hungry."
You patch her up as best you can after her "talks" with the guards. She always insists she's fine, but you can tell her mind is somewhere else
It quickly becomes clear that Vi isn't messing around when it comes to you. She has a reputation in Stillwater, and most prisoners aren't interested in finding out what happens if they cross the person she cares about
Around you, Vi doesn't have to put on a tough front. It's one of the things she treasures most about your relationship. For a little while, she can just be Violet
Physical affection is rare. Most days it's just your knees brushing beneath the table or your fingers briefly touching as you pass a bandage. But Vi always finds a way to steal a kiss whenever she can, even if it's only for a second before a guard barks at you to separate
Sometimes she talks about the future. The first real meal she's going to eat when the two of you finally get out, the places she'll show you in Zaun, and, above all else, finding Powder. That dream is what keeps her going
CW/TW:Mental health struggles, hurt/comfort, comfort
A/N: this was a request but Unfortunately when i try to post it with it, tumblr dosent let me, Anyway i hope you like it anon (˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
And I do apologise for any grammar mistakes, English isnt my first language
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Unfortunately, Arthur does have a lot on his plate, so it takes him a while to notice. Unless you're showing obvious signs, he just chalks it up to you being tired or stressed. But after a while, he notices the pattern.
He can't "fix" your mental health, and it pains him to see you hurting. More than anything, he wishes he could take that weight off your shoulders.
Arthur isn't one for grand speeches. If he notices you're having a particularly hard day, he won't pressure you to tell him what's wrong. He'll simply stay close, offering his company until you're ready or until the sun goes down, if that's what you need.
He might suggest taking you for a ride. The outdoors have always helped him clear his head, even if only for a little while, so he hopes they might do the same for you. Sometimes those rides are spent in comfortable silence, other times the two of you end up talking about the most mindless things.
He starts paying attention to the little things. Whether you've eaten that day, if you've been sleeping, or if you've been keeping to yourself more than usual.
If you're a member of the gang, he might offer to take care of some of your chores. He'll always ask first, though. The last thing he wants is to make you feel incapable or like you can't pull your own weight.
At night, he holds you just a little closer than usual. Your head rests against his shoulder while his hand slowly rubs comforting circles into your back, a quiet reminder that you're not alone.
The camp had long since settled into silence. Most of the gang had already gone to sleep. The campfire burned low, its crackling mixing with the distant chirping of crickets. Every now and then, one of the horses let out a quiet huff, shifting in its sleep
You'd been sitting by the fire for nearly an hour, staring into the dancing flames deep within your foughts. You hardly noticed Arthur's footsteps until he lowered himself onto the log beside you with a quiet grunt
For a while, neither of you said anything. The silence wasn’t awkward. It never really was with him
After a few minutes, you let out a tired sigh and your shoulders finally sagged
Without saying a word, you leaned your head against his shoulder
Arthur shifted just a little, making sure you were comfortable before resting a hand lightly against your back. His thumb moved in slow, absent circles, steady and familiar
