Heart and Sol....

Reima "I believe it's your turn to ask me a question?"

She nods before gaining a pink tint to her cheeks while finding something particularly interesting on the ground, "Tell me of thy homeland."

Reima immediately thinks of earth but shakes his head, Kaer Morhen on the continent is his home now. "Well the land my home is in is unlike the outside of this place. It's fairly cold and occasionally snows, the people suffer but work together nonetheless... It isn't cursed like this land either, humans aren't doomed to continuously die until they go insane. I grew up in in a place called Kaer Morhen, It's a castle inhabited by humans with special abilities called Witchers, they're like me, freaky eyes and all." He goes on to explain the lands surrounding Kaer Morhen, the mountains, monsters and interesting places. He tells her tales of Geralt of Rivia his mentor, about Lampert, Eskel, Vesemir, Aubry and Frank, About the children he has grown up with and had unforunately perished. He had just finished speaking of Reidun's last moments when he hears sniffling. Looking up he finds Priscilla with streaks of tears running down her cheeks, all the while keeping a stoic face. She reaches up and touches the wetness on her cheeks and frowns... She hadn't cried since they banished her brother, why is she so effected by Reima's experiences?

She feels someone caressing her shoulder, forcing herself not to flinch away from the sudden contact she looks to her left and sees her "guest" having trouble reaching up to rub her shoulder.

She giggles, laughs at the fact that this little man can't even comfort her properly.

Reima had walked over and sat beside her while trying to rub her shoulder to comfort her... While he probably could have done it standing, Priscilla is way to tall for him to do this without embarrassing himself... The fact that the tear-stained face of Priscilla now giggled at him like he'd just told the funniest joke annoyed him slightly.

Reima "Oi! Laughing at a man who's trying to comfort you isn't nice Y'know!" He says, still rubbing her... Elbow?"

She works out the laughter eventually to Reima's chagrin and looks down at him while using her sleeve to wipe her face. "Apologise Sir Ludvig, I haven't a clue what came over me... Wouldst it be more comfortable if I were smaller?"

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Reima "You can do that?" He asks slightly surprised...

Priscilla nods, "If mine mother is capable of it, then I am too." She seems to concentrate for a moment before slowly losing height, her scythe apparently magically resizes to fit her aswell, soon Reima is sat beside a now 6ft tall Priscilla.

Reima "Your mother is capable of this?" he asks, come to think of it, Gwenevere is the only lord/god that is massively out of size, Gwyn and Gwyndolin are both relatively normal sized...

Priscilla almost scoffs, "She wouldst love to intimidate mortals by growing enormous, Her husband kept praising her ability... I mastered it... I thought they'd be proud. Instead they grew fearful, not at mine changing size but the other ability I'd acquired." She holds up a hand and a black writhing substance appears above it. Her frown while telling the story disappears as she looks into her conjuration.

Reima "What's it do? Why were they scared?" He asks, curious of this peculiar magic.

Priscilla "I overheard them, they said it kills souls." She says stoically, glancing at him to check his reaction.

Reima ponders, killing isn't that impressive but, killing souls, extinguishing an existence. That is powerful, when killing a lord generally their killer would acquire their soul and gain power, continuing their legacy in a way. But if you destroy the soul, power is lost... It's like permanently taking energy from the world, if such an ability were to be overused during thousands of years the world would eventually be destroyed. Reima almost shivers at the prospect, he looks at her and smiles, not letting his churning emotions show.

Reima "It reminds me of one of my own abilities." He raises his hand and lets his pyromancy flame absorb a minuscule amount of Elder Blood magic, making it turn turquoise in colour.

Priscilla crushes the black writhing magic in her hand and tries to get a closer look at Reima's flame. "It's beautiful." She says as she can feel the large power contained within.

Reima "It is isn't it? See, we're not so different... The people of my world fear me for this ability too. It allows me to go wherever I want, no one can stop me... I could even return here without the key." He says remembers the doll. He cancels the flame and retrieves the doll from his folded space. "Is this yours?"

Priscilla's eyes widen as small droplets start forming, "Sol." She gently lifts the dirty humanoid doll from his hands before hugging it against her chest. "I thank thee, It was the last thing brother gave to me, before they banished him."

Reima "Sol?"

Priscilla nods, "I named her after him, Solaire was his name." Reima's eyes widen comically at this... No way!