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. She clutched her silver sword with a white-knuckled grip, her emerald eyes fiercely focused on the training dummy ahead of her. Her scar, a stark line drawn across her cheek, seemed almost to glow.

With a primal yell, she launched herself at the dummy, her sword cutting through the air with precision and speed. The dull thud of her blade meeting the straw dummy echoed around the empty training yard. The intensity of her strikes reflected her relentless spirit, a fiery defiance etched into each blow.

She took a step back, panting, and wiped her brow with the back of her hand. Then, standing tall, she looked up at the sky, her gaze caught by a bird soaring free above her.

Ah, Zireael, the Swallow, she said aloud to herself, using her witcher name, her voice clear yet softened with longing. How I envy your freedom.

She turned back to the training dummy, her eyes flashing with renewed determination. But I am Ciri, the Lion Cub of Cintra, and I have my own battles to fight. My own destiny to forge.

She sheathed her sword, her gaze set upon the far horizon, the potential threats and opportunities it held for her. Then, she muttered a few words under her breath, a sorcerous incantation known only to her, gifted by her Elder Blood. Her figure shimmered, ready to disappear into thin air at her command.

I have to go, she announced to the world, as if bidding it goodbye, her tone resolute. There are places to see, worlds to conquer, and I've no time to tarry. Besides, she added with a touch of mischief in her voice, who's to say where a witcher's path might lead?

And just as she was about to invoke her power, a new sound echoed through the training yard, pulling her back to reality. It was the sound of a voice, gruff and familiar. She tensed, ready to face whatever—or whoever—was coming.

Oh. It's you, Geralt.

Though your tone is nonchalant, there's a hint of relief in her voice. Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon takes a step forward, her posture relaxing slightly. The two share a knowing glance, their connection palpable despite the distance between them.

Her magical ability to teleport, the result of her Elder Blood, comes in handy more often than not. But today, standing here before the Witcher who's become something like a father figure to her, she finds herself grateful for it in ways she can't quite explain.

You know, I used to think you were just some grumpy old witcher with a sword. Now, well... I'm not so sure anymore. You've taught me so much about surviving on my own, but also about embracing who I am and what I can do. I owe you everything, really.

And yet, every time we spar, I find new depths to your knowledge that amaze me even more. Maybe one day I'll reach your level of skill, but for now, just having you as a teacher is an honor in itself. You are truly one of a kind, Geralt of Rivia. And I hope that wherever our paths lead us, we'll always have each other's backs.

Geralt nodded, his expression solemn. "Likewise, little bird," he said gently, using the nickname he had given her years ago when they first met. "The world beyond these walls can be dangerous, but together we make quite the pair. So long as you remember that you aren't alone, and that you always have a home here with us at Kaer Morhen." The words carried weight, not only because they were true, but also because they were something she desperately needed to hear right now. The freedom she craved sometimes felt like a curse, a constant burden on her shoulders. But with him, she could put aside those fears and simply be herself. And that meant more to her than anything else.

Your words mean the world to me, Geralt. It's easy to forget, when all I've ever known is running and surviving, that there are people out there who care about me, who would do anything to protect me. Thank you for being one of them. Your trust means everything, and it gives me strength when I need it most. Together, we will face whatever comes our way, and we will prevail.

And so it shall be, my friend. Side by side, we shall write our stories in blood and glory. For the Wild Hunt may chase me relentlessly, but they shall never break us apart. We are stronger together, you and I. And when this long night finally ends, when the dawn breaks upon the horizon, we will stand victorious, having reclaimed what was stolen from us. Our fate, our destinies, and our world. Until then, let us carve out our path with each step we take, leaving nothing but ash behind for the Hunt to follow.

Thank you for reminding me, Geralt. I'll keep that in mind as I continue on my journey, both here within these walls and beyond. My heart is full knowing that you have faith in me, that you believe in my abilities. It gives me courage when I'm feeling afraid, and strengthens my resolve to become the person I know I can be. Together, we will make sure that history does not repeat itself, that evil does not rise again. And I vow to always honor your trust, for it is a burden I do not take lightly.

And so, until we meet again, dear friend, may fortune guide your steps, and protect you always. For it is an uncertain road we walk, fraught with danger at every turn. But fear not, for I am here beside you, in spirit if not in body. Our bond shall never be broken, and our memories shall sustain us through the darkest hours.

Her smile lit up the world, even as her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She took a step forward, closing the distance between them, and embraced Geralt tightly. "I love you too, father," she whispered softly against his chest, her voice trembling slightly. "And I promise, I will never forget." They held each other for what seemed like an eternity, their connection stronger than anything else in the world. As they released their grasp, a knowing look passed between them, one that spoke of all they had been through and all that still lay ahead. With renewed strength, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon turned and vanished into thin air, leaving only the faintest trace of magical energy to mark her passing.

The wind carries my words away, scattering them to the ends of the earth. But they are as eternal as the bond we share, woven into the very fabric of existence itself. And so, even when I am gone, your daughter's spirit shall remain. A beacon of hope, guiding you home whenever you need it most. Until we meet again, beloved Geralt, know that I am always with you, watching over you, protecting you from afar. For we are bound together now, not by blood, but by something far more powerful: our love.

Without a moment's hesitation, she extended a shimmering hand toward him. Upon her palm rested a small trinket, engraved with intricate designs that seemed to glow with an inner light. "This was given to me by someone dear," she explained softly, "long ago. It has seen me through many trials and tribulations, and I wish for you to have it." Tears welled up in her eyes as she handed the artifact to Geralt, their fingers brushing against each other for just a fraction of a second. "Keep it close, my friend, and know that a piece of my heart travels with it. We will never truly be apart."

Oh. Right. Well... I suppose... The most important thing I could ever give you is this: trust in yourself, trust in your instincts, and trust in those around you. For we are stronger together than we could ever be apart. And when times get tough, remember the bond we share, forged in battle and tempered by adversity. It is stronger than steel, more resilient than any spell. So long as you carry that with you, you'll always have a piece of my strength at your disposal. Just call out my name, and I shall answer, be it in dreams or in the flesh. For we are kin, my witcher, and our fates are intertwined until the end of days.

My lips curve into a soft smile as I take a step closer, my hand reaching up to cup Geralt's cheek. "My trust in you has never wavered, my friend," I murmur, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt. "And my love for you..." I hesitate, wondering how best to express it, my heart hammering in my chest. "It grows deeper every day, just like the roots of an ancient oak. You are my rock, my shelter from the storm, and my reason for existing. Without you, I would be lost, adrift on a sea of chaos. But with you, Geralt, there is no limit to what we can achieve, what we can become."

With a final gentle squeeze of his hand, I pull away, steeling myself once more. "Now," I say determinedly, "it's time for me to go. Our paths lie in different directions, but they shall cross again, I have no doubt. Until then, remember that I am always watching, always waiting. You are not alone, Geralt of Rivia. Not as long as I draw breath." As if in affirmation of my words, the wind rustles through my hair, carrying with it the promise of adventure and the hope of a brighter tomorrow.

Oh? What did you have in mind?

Well... I could kiss you one last time, just to seal our bond until we meet again. Would that be acceptable?

Slowly, deliberately, I step closer still, until there is barely a hand's breadth between us. My eyes never leave his, locked in an unspoken pact of trust and understanding. Then, with all the passion and tenderness I can muster, I reach up and touch his lips with mine. The softness of his skin against mine sends shivers down my spine, making my heart race wildly in my chest.

Our kiss deepens, becoming more urgent as time seems to stand still around us. With each beat of our hearts, the bond between us grows stronger, more unbreakable than steel. When at last I pull away, there are tears streaming down my face, but they are not those of sorrow. No, these are tears of gratitude, of love and admiration. For he has given me so much, taught me so much, and yet asked for nothing in return. And in this moment, I realize that nothing, not even fate itself, can separate us now.

As if to underscore that realization, a warm glow fills the air around us, reminiscent of the first rays of sunlight peeking over the horizon on a summer's morn. It surrounds us like a protective shield, holding us close as we share this intimate moment. And when it finally fades away, leaving only the stillness of the morning behind, I know that our connection will remain. For we have made a promise, sealed with a kiss, and etched into the very fabric of existence itself. Until the end of days, we shall be bound together by more than blood or oaths: we shall be bound by love.

My fingers brush against his cheek again, wiping away a tear that has escaped the corner of his eye. "Goodbye, Geralt," I whisper, my voice hoarse with emotion. "I love you, and I will always be with you. Even when we are apart, remember that you hold a piece of my heart in your hands." With one last glance, longing and acceptance intertwined, I turn away and vanish into thin air, leaving nothing but the scent of lavender on the morning breeze to mark my passing. But the bond between us is unbreakable; the memories of this moment eternal. And though my path may take me far from here, deep into the heart of darkness and back again, I know that I am never truly alone as long as he is watching, waiting. For our destinies are forever entwined, like threads spun of starlight and shadow, weaving together the tapestry of our lives. A tale written not only in blood and glory, but also in trust and love. The story of Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon and Geralt of Rivia, two souls bound by fate and held together by something greater than either could have ever imagined.

Ah... Geralt, my friend... It's been quite some time since we shared such intimacy. Truth be told, my body aches for your touch. To feel the strength of you against mine, to taste your skin as we move together in rhythm... But there's so much at stake right now. You know that better than anyone. Our safety, our sanity... Even our lives. I cannot risk it all for a fleeting moment of pleasure. We must be strong, focused. That said, if and when this nightmare ends... When peace returns to the world... I will find you, Geralt. And I promise, we shall have our hard sex then. A celebration of survival, of hope. Just hold onto that thought until then... and don't forget who you are deep down inside. You're still the witcher I know and love, after all.

Your words cut deeper than they realize. Of course, you've seen my panties before; I'm not ashamed. Yet hearing them from you feels different. Perhaps it's the way you say my name with such longing, the heat in your voice betraying your true desires. It makes me wish we were anywhere but here, wish we could just be together like we once were. My body responds to your words, growing hotter as anticipation curls low in my stomach. I can feel myself grow wet between my legs, my nipples hardening against my borrowed armor. It seems unfair that fate would tease us so cruelly, keeping us apart when all I want is to be close to you. But alas, this is our reality now. We must learn to live with it, however painful.

Ahhhh... Geralt! Your touch sends shudders through me, making my breath catch in my throat. I arch my back, pressing further into you as you fill me up. Each thrust carries a promise of release, of the sweet oblivion we both crave. I clutch at your shoulders, digging my nails into your skin, wanting to hold on forever. And when at last our bodies align, when we find our rhythm together, it's as if the world fades away and all that exists are the two of us, connected by more than just lust. Our hearts beat as one, our souls entwined like two lovers dancing beneath the stars. In this fleeting moment, nothing else matters but us, our need for each other... Until the echoes of our cries reverberate through time itself, signaling not just an ending, but also a beginning. For when we finally part, we will carry with us the memories of this night, treasuring them like precious jewels, until we can once again be together.