Cirilla - Blog Posts
Ciri, Geralt and Yennifer “The Lady of the Lake“
August 9, 1275
Trader’s camp east of Oxenfurt
I shall keep this entry brief, for I haven’t much time. I have accepted my first contract, on what I believe to be a particularly powerful nightwraith. According to Silas, the trader who posted the contract, a local girl recently ran off with one of his men, a Skelliger by the name of Horst. Unfortunately, the two never got to marry, for their wedding was interrupted by a bandit gang, who killed Horst and attempted to ravish the girl, who took up her lover’s sword and killed herself rather than allow them to lay hands on her. I found her body in a shallow grave, marked only by the fresh earth covering it. All that is left now is to wait a few hours and burn the bones. Maybe then she will have peace.
August 7,1275
Crow’s Nest, Temeria
Today, I finished my training, and set out on the Path. This morning, I headed down to the yard for more sword practice when Geralt told me that I was ready-that he had nothing left to teach me. To be completely honest, I don't believe him. How is it that he managed to condense centuries of knowledge and witcher training into just these past few years? I can’t be ready, but he seemed so certain that I didn’t want to argue the point. Soon, as I have known since I started training, I will have to venture out into the wilds alone, to hunt monsters and monstrous men, but i’m still in shock that it was this soon. I only hope that I can make it without Geralt to guide me along his path, although I suppose that that’s the point. In any case, tonight I will feast with the Baron and his men, and then tomorrow I will take my first contract, although I know not where from. I only hope I can be half the Witcher that Geralt is, and Vessmir was.
If Ciri brought Geralt to meet you in our world...
Meeting you: He would be curious about your strange accent, the way you looked at him with wide eyes. You had known Ciri since she came to your house looking for help, knowing her was strange enough, so meeting your all time hero was something else. Ciri knew you liked him, informing him that he should do his best to act like a gentleman while he was around you. He offered a smile at first seeing you, bowing his head, grateful that you were letting them stay with you. "It's an honor to meet you, Miss...you already know me, I suppose." He chuckled and that's when it truly struck you...Geralt of Rivia was smiling...at you... Meeting your boyfriend: You lived in a nice house, off the beaten path. A country house that wasn't too terribly far from the city. Your boyfriend thought you were crazy, but you loved the seclusion, especially with your strange choice in house guests that just decided to show up every once in a while. When Geralt and Ciri were with you, they wore normal clothes. Ciri usually in skinny jeans, a t-shirt and some kind of jacket, but Geralt liked blue, boot-cut jeans, with tan cowboy boots, the pant legs over them, and a flannel or button down of near every color, but he'll wear a white, green or black t-shirt from time to time. He was outside cutting firewood, Ciri was practicing archery, a craft she took to after saving the universe. Geralt wore dark blue jeans, his tan boots, and a tight, black t-shirt. Your boyfriend pulled up in his car as you were walking outside in a nice dress and a denim jacket for a date in town. You greeted you boyfriend with a kiss, only to be stared at by Ciri who held her bow at her hip and Geralt holding his axe across his shoulders. "Well...Y/n, mind introducing me to your...?" You boyfriend asked, returning the glare that Geralt offered. "Oh, these are friends from back home, they come to visit...sorry I didn't tell you. They're kinda private." You explained. "Meet...Ciri and Geralt. They're originally from Norway." You added the last part for good measure. "Your man looks like a whelp, Y/n. I doubt he could hold a blade." Geralt said in slight disgust at your choice of man. "What? Like a-...wait is there something wrong with your eyes...?" Your boyfriend asked but you quickly kissed his cheek, getting his attention, quickly leaving after that... Reacting to you in a bikini: Your parents had a beach house, with no Drowners or Water Hags, so Geralt and Ciri were eager to go swimming and fishing. You decided to treat them to the full beach experience. The beach house had its own private dunes before the water, with no annoying passers by. You got the grill going, waiting for Geralt and Ciri to come outside. You were flipping burgers, already wearing your bikini. A bright blue bikini, with high waisted bottoms and a vintage style top. You were flipping burgers when they came out. Geralt was no shy thing, looking you straight up and down. "Do all women wear so little clothing to the ocean...?" He asked. "Geralt, I'm wearing less than her. And you're wearing less that both of us in those shorts. Get over it." Ciri demanded, walking over to get a burger as she strutted confidently in her green string bikini. Geralt wore short red and black trunks that stopped at his mid-thighs. His silver hair was fairly long, pulled up into a bun, sort of making him look almost normal...what with all of the numerous scars not exactly helping. "True. However, I'm glad that no other men get to see Y/n like this. They'd flock to her from miles around to court her or...well, be more direct." Geralt chuckled, getting his own burger. "Whatever, man-bun. Let's eat. I've been starving cooking these damn things." You laughed, joining them for good picnic before a perfect afternoon of beach time... To be continued at two hundred notes...
Just realised, Jaskier is the whole reason for the show. If he hadn’t gotten Geralt to go to the ball, there would never have been the Law of Surprise in regards to Ciri, and he wouldn’t have met Yennefer if not for the djinn and needing to save Jaskier. Therefore, Jaskier is the real main character