They know the rumor, the urban legend — not that anything came from it. Not that there's truth in such whispers.

[ The way she speaks — it's almost fantastical. It's regal but there's enough spunk to show she's youthful despite the ashen white hair sprouting from her head.

She is, to some extent. Socializing was not a forte of hers, obvious by the way close company she keeps. She was no royal in her eyes, no socialite either. Ciri was able to converse well enough to keep herself from being stabbed most of the time. ]

A burden we bear. If we find others like us, we will have to keep our eyes open — to really start to connect the dots. A trail for us to follow...