Big-Bad Witcher

Ciaran reaches behind and pinches Selina's leg, "There's nothing wrong with chivalry and knowing your place... It is you who should be more mindful of your status Selina." she scolds, defending her protege who'd been put out by Selina's reaction to him.

Selina "Ouch!" she exclaims, jumping backwards off of Sif while teleporting next to Reima, "Dad! She pinched me!"

Reima chuckles, "Yeah, you deserved it too." he says as Ciaran and Lut jump off of Sif's back and kneel before him.

Lut "My liege."

Reima shrugs, "Selina's right aswell though, this is a birthday party, not a coronation, you need to lighten up." he says, forcing Lut to his feet via telekinesis.

Lut nods, "I understand my lord, I will... Try to restrain myself." he says with a determined look.

Reima shakes his head, "That's the opposite of what I said, don't restrain yourself and just chill out, be yourself and have some drinks or something." he says before looking to Ciaran, "What have you been teaching him." he rubs his forehead.

Ciaran "His role and responsibility as a Wolf Knight." she states matter-of-factly.

Ciri "Pardon my words, but you look like someone who really needs a shag." she says bluntly.

Ciaran glares at her from under Artorias helmet, "My heart belongs to one man."

Ciri restrains herself from speaking anymore on the subject, "I see, I'm sorry for intruding..."

Ciaran nods, "Lut and I will find proper seating," she says glancing at Reima, "Do you have anywhere prepared for Sif?"

Reima nods, "Behind the gazebo that contains the seating area, I've had a massive dog bed placed there... I hope he doesn't mind if some of the children try to climb him though."

Sif gives a brief bark and Ciaran nods, "He doesn't seem to mind."

They walk off and Reima turns to Ciri, "Did you really have to ask about that? She literally wears Artorias armour!"

Ciri shrugs, "She's been the same person for 10 years, I think its about time for her to move on."

Reima "She'd been watching over Artorias as Humanity corrupted him for centuries, afterwards looking after his grave for centuries more. If you want an example of a loyal partner, she'd be it."

Ciri "You trying to say something?" she asks, giving him the stink eye.

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Reima "No dear." he says just as the next guests arrive.

Kuretz, Zoltan, Dandelion, and his girlfriend Priscilla all arrive with cheerful expressions...

Zoltan "Ey, ey! Birthday Girl, come'ere and give yer uncle a hug!" he says, holding his arms out to receiving the young white-haired missile.

Reima sniffs the air momentarily and gives them a look, "Have you guys been drinking?"

Kuretz "Er, maybe just a little? Zoltan wanted to start the night with a drink, one turned into two and you get the picture..."

Ciri "I hope you won't be causing any trouble today, I'm sure Selina would hate to have her uncles kicked out." she threatens.

Zoltan "Aha! Don't you worry your pretty head Ciri, we'll be having a jolly time drinkin' and stayin' outta your hair! Of course, if the princess wants to have a small drink with us, who am I to say no!?"

Selina's eyes light up, "Really!?"

Ciri "Absolutely not. You'll be allowed a glass of wine when you are 12 young lady!"

Selina "But mooooooom!"

Ciri "I mean it."

Selina pouts and gives up, knowing that her mother meant business when it came to this, "Fine."

Zoltan "Why twelve? I was drinking my fill of ale when I was a wee boy of five!"

Reima crosses his arms, "Not everyone's a dwarf like you Zoltan, and while I think she could handle it, I want her to grow up a little more before getting involved with that kind of stuff. I promise you though Selina, on your twelfth birthday I will personally sit you down and have your first drink with you."

Dandelion "I don't suppose you guys and the birthday girl will mind me singing her a song I'd written later?"

Priscilla smiles, "Dandelion and I have been working on it for a few days just for this event.

Reima nods, "Well, if Priscilla helped then I guess its fine."

Dandelion "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

Reima "That Priscilla has common sense and you don't? Remember when you offered to host Selina's birthday in one of your cabaret's?"

Dandelion grimaces as Ciri and Priscilla send a glare at him, "Ah, well... I would obviously remove anything too garish for the young lady... It was a bad idea I admit..." he says, trying to get the ladies off of his back momentarily.

Reima "Alright, you guys go find a seat and enjoy yourself... Oh, and I know this might sound hypocritical, but DO NOT get absolutely hammered... Try to pace yourselves until the event ends, afterwards you can do whatever you want."

Kuretz laughs, "No guarantees Reima! You'll just have to come and check up on us!" he says as they walk off.

Reima looks over, "That warning goes for you aswell." he says to the approaching group.

Triss was on Eskels arm and Lambert was holding Keira Metz as they walked up in suitably fancy clothing.

Lambert "Since when did you become the designated party pooper Reima?" he jokingly asks.

Reima "Since I became King, and even more so when I became a father." he replies bluntly.

Keira "Don't worry, I'll keep him in check for the day. How'd you like his clothes? I picked them out myself." she says with a smile, completely emasculating the pitiable Witcher.

Ciri smirks, "I think it suits him better than a silver sword ever did."

Lambert sighs, "Yeah, thanks..." he mutters.

Ciri "You're looking handsome as well Eskel, Triss has been taking care of you then?" she asks, walking up and hugging the Sorceress.

Eskel "Thanks, not something I'd choose but alright for what it is..." he smirks, "I'd say the lady on my arm looks the best out of everyone tonight, had I not spotted you there." he says, redirecting his gaze to Selina who blushes slightly at the compliment, curtsying in response.

Selina "You should pay more attention to Auntie Triss, Eskel, or someone might steal her."

Triss laughs into her hand, "Now, who'd dare steal me from a big-bad Witcher?"

Selina gives her a sly look, "Another "Big-Bad" Witcher?"

Triss is stumped by her words momentarily before huffing, "Who told you about that?" she quickly asks after bending down.

Selina blows a raspberry before running behind Reima while giggling, "Not telling!"

Triss glances at Ciri, "You've got a handful there little sis..."

Ciri "I don't know what you mean, I've got a wonderful daughter." she says with a beaming smile.