astormofagirl:
Cirilla sent her grandmother a sheepish smile, a nod given as she walked over to where the wooden sword sat. she bent down and lifted it, letting the weight settle in her small hand. it was odd seeing her grandmother in something other than a GOWN even though she has seen it many times before. Ciri wishes to be useful - doesn’t want to WASTE away while others protect her. She’s an quite the role model in her grandmother. Such a BELOVED leader - fighter and queen. The girl wishes to be just like her.
“ It is because I am. “ much more excited than she thought she’d be. but this meant she was GROWING, that soon she’d be able to learn even more from her grandmother so in the future she can be as good a leader as her kin before her. “ it is - will I REALLY be allowed to keep it once I learn? “
a hand, heavy like a MAN’S, and yet tender, rested on ciri’s shoulder - the rings cold as ice, but the smile her grandmother gave her was no less WARM than the morning sun - this woman was truly full of OPPOSITES. no wonder the islanders would call her the highest queen and believe her to be the GODDESS incarnate.
“ of course. if you learn well ENOUGH. “ she spoke, teasing just a little. she knew ciri could do it, but she also knew she could use some MOTIVATION every now and then. watching her pick a wooden sword, the queen took her position in the middle of the hall, watching ciri carefully - the movement of her feet, the STANCE she would take. “ work on your GRIP. if you hold it like that, i’ll knock it out of your had with the FIRST strike. “