#uncle!eskel

[winters-mistress]

until the moon falls

"Umm, absolutely fucking not." Ciri is started at the gruff voice that interrupts her shuffling into the great hall. Her clothes are askew, her shirt is half poking out her brown leather leggings. Vesemir is gonna bite her ass off for the abominable way her boots are tied, and if Calanthe would have lived, Cirilla would have earned herself a slap from the state of her messy braid that's half yesterday's braid and half knots and frizz from her last attempt at sleeping.

She felt all five witchers eyes upon her when she came into the room, the sound of their grunts and jeers letting her know that she was the last one to come out of her room. Geralt's gaze burns brightest, and she tries to ignore it as she walks over to the large pot upon the fireplace, bubbling bland gruel an odd mix of off white oats, black specs and white milk that hadn't been fully mixed in yet.

Vesemir's eyes are heavy, and she licks her dry, chapped lips when he grunts at her appearance. She doesn't want a lecture, she tried her best to be presentable after another long night of no sleep, plagued by her ghosts and her broken heart, the voices off all she had lost and had been taken from her and the smell of smoke from Cintra's burning walls that never seemed to leave her nose no matter how many times she washed her face or dunked her head in water.

Aiden and Coën are concerned, they're the most sensitive witchers, probably considering they aren't wolves, that they had lost their families just as Cirilla herself had, and unlike their beloved wolves, there is no mentor or two brothers each to comfort their losses. They're more open with their feelings, gruff as a witcher can be, and they brought her comfort in ways that despite how much she loved Geralt, he never could quite understand. They stare at her with pity and understanding, and a baseline of concern that all present witchers wear.

Eskel is the most standoffish towards her, even with the red headed prick of a wolf lives in this cold, drafty keep. It's nothing to do with her, she knows that, but he has issues regarding a different royal witcher child surprise, one from so long ago that seems to echo in the same hallways as Cirilla. It took over two weeks for the witcher to not scuttle off whenever the Queen of Cintra was in the room, longer to recognise that this girl was not Princess Diedre, that this was not his child surprise. That the rightful Queen of Cintra was Geralt's girl, and there was no need to fear a five foot pretty blonde with a broken heart and a wooden sword. Now, he is lovely, and now he watches her with pity and his own grief in his eyes.

Lambert, however, he is the only one to bring her out of her reviere, her head aching and heavy from lack of sleep. Nerves shot to shit from her ghosts and her demons, her instincts slow and her body lagging with her exhaustion and her fear.

She hadn't expected Lambert to speak, hadn't expected any of them to, to be honest. They never did. Cirilla allowed them their ghosts and their pasts, and they allowed her hers. Ciri never asked Geralt about Blaviken, never bothered Eskel about Diedre, she and Lambert never spoke about his parents, Vesemir didn't tell her about all the bodies of the boys he had raised and loved and burned in the pyres, and Coën and Aiden kept their sackings to themselves. That was how it always was, how it always had been. Apparently, not today.

"What?" She mumbles, scratching the back of her head, feeling the impressive blonde knot at the back. Her attempt to fill a bowl with a couple ladelfuls of bubbling oats is shorted when her black chipped bowl is removed from her hands and the oats are returned to the pot.

"Nope." Lambert grunts, dropping the bowl and grabbing the girl's shoulders. "Back to bed with you, Majesty."

The nickname that had always been just a tounge in cheek joke didn't come out as snarkily as it always had, so Ciri frowns at him, spinning right around when he tried to push her to the doorway.

"What're you doing?" She slurs. "Got training-"

"No, you do not." Geralt and Lambert say at once. They eye each other, and Ciri looks from one protector to the next, licking her lips.

"Listen to Daddy, pup." Lambett huffs. "Look't the state'a you." He drawls. "You look like shit, nerves shot to pieces, got bags under your eyes darker than the markings on the milk cow. You really think we're gonna give you a weapon when you can't stand straight? You'll take your own hand off, loose a foot. Now, what you're gonna do is drink some water, get a ladelful'a gruel down your throat and take your prissy little arse back to bed. And if any of us see you even lookin' at the training grounds, you're banned from all swordplay til we see your arse sleep from dusk till dawn. Understand, girl?"

Ciri looks to Geralt for backup, only to frown in betrayal when he shrugs her off.

"He's right, Cub. No good to anyone, even yourself, if you're exhausted. Drink, eat, then go back to bed. I'll check on you after breakfast, make sure you're still in the furs."

"And he'll tan your hide if you think of sneakin' out when none've us are looking. You got that, Princess?"

Utterly betrayed, Ciri huffs, reaching over for the big brown water jug.

"Fine."

"Don't look so dour, Pup. After all, you can see me throw this dick off the rooftop any day of the week." Eskel smirks, Lambert flips his middle finger at him, and Ciri manages a smile.

[thedemonofcat]

Somehow Jaskier has turned into a child and has no memory of adulthood.

Geralt is freaking out, Eskel is having outbursts of aggressive cuteness, Lambert is the cool uncle who teaches him how to swear. And Vesemir is sad that he lost his son-in-law but happy that he has another grandson to spoil (he puts honey in Jaskier's oatmeal and throws moldy bread to the wolves).

Jaskier had always been an odd child—though the most striking thing about him was that he didn’t speak. As an adult, it was nearly impossible to get him to stop talking, but now that he’d been magically turned into a child, he hadn’t uttered a single word. Instead, he just stared.

“I found some old toys,” Lambert announced, holding up a small collection of wooden figures. Kaer Morhen kept a few toys around for the boys who were too young to begin training when they arrived. Most children would be eager at the sight, but Jaskier, perched on Vesemir’s lap, only blinked slowly.

“Still nothing? I thought that would get him to talk,” Lambert muttered.

“Some boys need time,” Vesemir said calmly. “I’m sure Julian will speak when he’s ready.” They had decided it was best to call him by his birth name, at least for now.

“Maybe I can show him Roach,” Geralt offered. He was struggling the most with Jaskier’s sudden transformation. “Kids love horses.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s just you,” Eskel remarked. “We could try feeding him.”

Before anyone could respond, Jaskier reached out his hands. A faint shimmer flickered in the air, and then, as if conjured from nothing, an apple materialized in his palms.

Eskel turned to Geralt, eyes wide. “Did you know he could do that?”

“No,” Geralt said slowly, watching as Jaskier took a bite. “This is the first time I’ve seen him do anything like that.”

Vesemir studied the boy, a thoughtful expression on his face. “What a peculiar little thing you are, Julian.”

[scrambleddragonegg]

cat! jaskier who was at the witcher tournament but got cursed human by a mage and finally makes it to kaer morhen only for vesemir to recognize him (he was hiding with geralt so when guxart and vesemir got out of jail he met the old wolf) and be so pleased that one of guxart’s kits are still alive (other than aiden) and jaskier just melts into a puddle right there and then because finally someone recognized him again since even his own brothers and sisters didn’t (they would have, he was scared)

vesemir: you’ve grown quite a bit since the tournament, kit

jaskier: *unintelligible whining*

geralt: *confused pikachu face*

geralt: wait JULIAN?

jaskier: it’s almost like i introduced myself that way???

lambert: so we’ve all got cats except for eskel, huh?

vesemir: *grumbles*

eskel: AND I’M OKAY WITH THAT I’VE HEART THE STORIES

aiden: you’re alive??? YOU BASTARD?!

jaskier: *jazz hands while he dodges throwing knives*

ciri: wait so you’re a witcher?!

jaskier: i mean… not really anymore?

vesemir: yes, he’s a witcher. he’s always been like this, so i’m not surprised he ended up a bard too

ciri: both my dads are witchers?!?!

geralt: *spits out his drink*

jaskier: cirilla, i’m not—

ciri: tell me you’re not my dad, i DARE you

jaskier: you’re worse than aiden how is this possible

aiden: so i hear i’m your brother now!

ciri: *accepting that she made the family tree wonky by forcibly adopting jaskier* but you’re also my uncle since you and lambert are together

jaskier: wait then is lambert my son-in-law AND my brother-in-law?

yenn: that was the case before ciri made you her other father, but yes

ciri: *about to drop the biggest bomb on them* thanks for agreeing, mom!

yenn:

jaskier:

geralt:

jaskier: well, you were my wife before geralt was my partner

yenn: that’s a lie and you know it

jaskier: he barely tolerated me and you know it

yenn: he loved you before the djinn he’s just an idiot!

geralt: *watching them bicker* why???

ciri: i learned to cause chaos from my brother-in-law!

vesemir: you were raised by calanthe, this has been in you the entire time

ciri: but i didn’t think grandfathers were supposed to tell ALL of my secrets!

vesemir: *nearly tearing up* after raising this lot you have none, child

[cosmos-coma]

Midwinter Morning

A/N: Happy Midwinter, now please enjoy your regularly scheduled Young Ciri!

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia X Reader

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A thick pile of furs lined the skinny hay-filled bed, the pile moving up and down rhythmically with soft snores. Your head laid peacefully over your scarred Witcher’s chest as you slept, rocked into peace by the movements of his breath. Everything was warm and cozy and perfect here in your little sanctuary within the keep. 

It was midwinter morning, a day where thankfully Vesemir let the boys be a little more lax with their training than usual. 

Geralt’s hand rubbed idly over your back, half asleep with his eyes closed as he languished in the rare morning off.

“Mmmph…” he grunted from above you, his eyes peeking open to the morning light. The room seemed quiet and still, exactly as it had been last night- down to the small fire still smoldering in the tiny fireplace. 

“I think I hear Ciri coming…” He warned through a sleep-roughened voice, though he made no move to get up.

Still not quite awake, you grunted in response, whether you had meant to form actual words though you would never know.

“Mmmm, I definitely hear her coming…” he hummed, bringing his other hand behind her head as he listened to her tiny racing feet. ‘It’s midwinter morning! It’s midwinter morning..!’ Her childish voice rang out, no doubt waking up everyone else in the keep. Geralt grinned as he heard his daughter getting closer. He could wake you up and warn you…. Or he could just have fun watching you get body-slammed by a seven-year-old….. he chose the latter.

He kept one eye peeled open as the door flung open and a flash of white ran into the room, Running and jumping in an arc as she yelled “IT’S MIDWINTER MORNING!!”

Her little body slammed down onto the pair of you, knocking the breath from your body and instantly waking you up. “I’m up! I’m up..!!!” You yelped as you woke.

“It’s midwinter morning, wake up…! I wanna open PRESENTS!” Ciri shouted through a giggle as she rolled around on your back. 

“Alright, Ciri… Alright, I think you made your point,” Geralt laughed as he pulled her up on his chest opposite you, giving you the chance to pull her in under the mound of furs.

Her little laughs bounced around the room as you kissed all over her face, torturing her with affection as she tried to wriggle away., “No…! No, stooppp…!” She cried through the laughs, trying to push your face away, “stooooop, we’re wasting precious present time..!”

Even the White wolf had to laugh, sneaking in a kiss to Ciri’s head when she was busy fending you off, “Alright, kid. You’ve made your wake-up call… why don’t you go and make sure all your uncles are up, and we’ll start getting ready for presents, okay? We’ll meet you in the Great Hall.”  Geralt negotiated as you tried to continue your onslaught, to little avail.

“And then we eat and open gifts??” She questioned as she looked up at her father, her hands smooshed across your face. 

“And then we eat and open gifts… now go on lest someone gets the idea to tickle you..” 

With lightning-fast speed she wriggled out of the bed, crawling across the two of you until she finally popped out on the other end. “Eskel…! Lambert…! It’s time to get up…!!” She yelled as she ran out to face the rest of the cold stone hallways.

Laughing, you sighed and leaned back into Geralt’s chest, “Oh, I love her….” 

With a bright smile, he nodded, “I’m glad…  and I’m glad she has you too…” he mumbled as he continued to rub your back, “I’m glad she has a chance to be a normal kind with you around…”

Your heart melted at his little confession. There was never a doubt in anyone’s mind how much Geralt loved Ciri, it was obvious to even a stranger on the street. But that didn’t stop it from warming your heart every time you heard it.

“I’m glad I can give her a little normalcy too… but I couldn’t do it without you, you know that, right?”

A warm smile grew across his normally stoic expression as his fingers moved to caress your cheek, “I love you, little fox…”

You grinned, your lips pressing a warm kiss into his palm, “I love you too, my big bad Wolf..”

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[inexplicifics]

I love all the snippets you've been sharing. It makes me smile to still see so many of the ones I’m excited about on the list. And so many new ones! Glad I'm not the only one that happens too. For one you haven't shown yet: What's the Era of Teacher!Milena? Modern? She would be a great teacher either way and a certain menace would probably love her.

Teacher!Milena is a modern AU, yes. And a certain menace definitely loves her a lot.

Ciri also has a large and loving family, Milena knows from the girl’s cheerful chatter. A multitude of uncles and aunts, a doting grandfather and grandmother, several cousins, and at least two horses and a goat, although the precise ownership of the animals is unclear. (It also took Milena some time to figure out that the horses weren’t insects, and there were some very confusing conversations before she made that connection.) She tells stories about them constantly, which means that Milena is quite familiar with at least the concepts of Uncle Eskel and Auntie Triss and Uncle Gweld and Auntie Serrit and Uncle Lambert who uses words Ciri isn’t allowed to say at school and Auntie Sabrina who dresses like a princess and Grandpa Ves and Gramma Minnie who tell the best stories and make the best cookies. But she hasn’t met any of them. Not until the day she turns from seeing little Dara off with his mother to find a complete stranger - a big, burly redhead - scooping Ciri up in his arms.

[dirtycombatboots]

Reverse AU again. Ciri is still Geralt's child of surprise

Accidentally. Completely accidentally and unintentionally. Geralt was just doing what he always does - translating Julian's words for everyone. Because Julian is mute, and not many people know sign language. They have a system: Julian signs, Geralt repeats with his voice.

Julian said that he wants to claim law of surprise. Geralt voiced it to Duny. Since destiny is a total bitch, she decided to bind Ciri to the one who said that out loud, not to the one who actually intended the meaning. For years Geralt and Julian have no idea, both thinking that Ciri is Julian's. When they finally figure it out, poor Geralt freaks out. Why him? He is just a bard, he can't possible give this little girl protection she needs. A bard, who can wield a sword decently (because no way Vesemir's son wouldn't know how to fight), but still... Good thing he is a bard surrounded by many very powerful people who care about him and would be happy to help.

Ciri, years later: My family? Geralt is my dad, he is a bard. Yennefer is my mom, she is a great sorceress. Julian is Yennefer's husband and Geralt's boyfriend, so he's my stepfather, I guess? Other dad? Yes, a witcher, get over it. I also have aunty Triss, Yennefer's friend, she is a sorceress too. Uncle Eskel is a mage as well. Uncle Lambert is a godfather of Redanian black market, so if you ever need poisons, or explosives, or fisstech just let me know. And of course there is Vesemir. Don't ask, but you don't want to cross him, just trust me on that

[shy-urban-hobbit]

hc + exam season 🤕

(i meant to say, for any character you want and modern au if needed! forget the other ask woops)

This one turned into a bit of a drabble....

The Wolves of Kaer Morhen are notorious for becoming fixated on training and research in the run up to spring. Lambert sits for hours in his lab going over his potion and bomb recipes again and again to ensure they're flawless, Eskel can be found practicing his signs and flicking through the bestiaries from dawn until dusk, Geralt will run sword drills until his legs give out - one last push to prove to Vesemir that they've not been sat idle during the winter. That they're ready (and worthy) to head back out onto The Path, to the detriment of anything else.

Luckily, the none Wolves have a little trick to get them to participate in self care.

Jaskier will make a show of yawning and announce that he wants a nap and Geralt knows how much he hates sleeping alone! He spends the next few hours trapped under the weight of Geralt's arm, alternating between lightly dozing and staring at the ceiling whilst his wolf falls into a deep sleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow.

Ciri will bat her eyes at her uncle Eskel and remind him that he promised they'd go riding today! Eskel has no clear memory of this interaction but then, he's struggling to remember what day of the week it is right now and they're always preaching to the girl on the importance of keeping your promises. Plus, he has been meaning to show her that clearing he liked to visit as a boy now that the snow is no longer up to her waist. Maybe just for a couple of hours...

Aiden's a little dubious of this method to start with until he reminds himself that Lambert hasn't eaten for a whole day; Aiden's past attempts at feeding him sitting cold and untouched exactly where he'd left them. He hangs around the edges of Lambert's lab, waiting for a good opening to announce as nonchalantly as possible that he's hungry (he'll forgo Jaskier's suggestion that it works best if you whine a little...this time). The result is almost instant, Lambert's up and dragging Aiden by the hand to the kitchens. Aiden's not really wanting another full bowl of stew - he's a little peckish at most after having only eaten an hour ago - but decides he'll gladly choke it down if it encourages his wolf to plate himself a second helping.

[icpe]

Can you draw eskel being a good uncle for ciri?

[mello-bee]

time to introduce you to...KELL SPADE

he's my interpretation of an EpelDeuce love-child!! a cauldron expy

"kell" is a shortened version of either thorkell (Thor's cauldron) or Eskel (divine cauldron), if twst wont let go off the ironic names then neither will i

he's a bit messy and dirties his uniform alot, whether it be with mud from playing on the field, cafeteria food, apple pie. uncle vil is in dismay 😔 someone keep the fact that Kell got into pormifore a secret or the poor man will have a heart attack

despite his messy habits, many students still somehow assume that he's a well-spoken elegant young gentleman; the genes are working overtime to save his reputation fr

the first time he came home with dyed hair, one of his dad's has a panic attack

deuce's assumptions were wrong, Kell just thought the green streaks looked cool. but deuce still ended up calling mama spade for parenting advice after that

his age in my future drawings will vary and depend on the setting but keep in mind: if i draw him in an nrc uniform, he's a first year!

[catscraftsandcommentary]

I've spent the last week visiting extended family - grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, cousins' children, etc. And I had a thought (as I heard my tiny niece squeal in glee as my dad flipped her upside down and tickled her).

The Wolf Witchers would be soooo surprised at the volume and pitch of toddler Ciri's voice. They've raised boys before, but girls? Very very rarely. And the happy squeal of excited, energetic little girls...

Eskel and Lambert show up with earplugs after the first week, and Geralt nearly punches them. From jealousy or insult, he's not sure.

("We're not gonna stifle Ciri and make her be quiet. We're not raising her how we grew up, you assholes.")

The earplugs are hidden away again.

But it's a good thing that witchers are so fast, because damn, that girl can run, and she never gets tired. She'll dart through the middle of morning training almost before they see her, and then run laps along the walls with them, chattering all the while.

She gets tossed in the hot springs two or even three times a day for most of her childhood and learns to swim like a fish. (All the witchers collect bruises from her flailing limbs. Bless witcher healing, truly.)

She learns climbing and acrobatics from the Cats, sailing and building from the Cranes, poisons and brewing from the Manticores, knives and intimidation from the Vipers, meditation and quiet crafts from the Bears, manners and languages from the Griffins, and morals and leadership from the Wolves.

And every last one of them would take on an army for her.

[winters-mistress]

Of gentle wolves and healing princesses

It's a slow process, all things considered. It had been impressive enough that Ciri had even woken up from her injury at all, let alone begun to heal from it. Vesemir tells the twice grassed pup that even fully grown witchers have fallen from injuries like that one. But still, the girl awakens.

Because of the fall, her head had been banged up pretty tightly, Eskel and Vesemir taking turns changing the bandages and boil washing them in their best bet to ward off infection. But as the days go by, Geralt watches Cirilla remain awake for stretches longer and longer, even starting to respond to stimuli and respond to questions at the end of the first week of bed boundness.

Coën takes to slowly maneuvering her limbs as she's in bed. Bending her knees and extending her arms and rotating her torso. It's to keep her blood flowing, he tells the wolves, before admonishing them for their lack of knowledge on the clotting of human blood. Not enough movement could still the blood and kill her just as easily as the fall or infection could. Geralt is just greatful the Griffin has the instinct to take such good care of the white wolf's pup, for his instinct is to still protect the girl fiercely.

Lambert is the least helpful when it comes to Cirilla's recovery. He drank himself into a stupor the first night she had fallen, and had his face pummelled in by Geralt on the second. It had taken all four of the other witchers to separate them both, the two growling witchers thrashing as they fought with fists flying instead of the wooden swords of their youth.

By the start of week two, Ciri can swallow broth and thin soups, can move her body after vials of pure poppyseed milk to stop the pain, and Geralt is relieved when the bandages come off that reveal a clean wound, sewn up and sealing over with scabs and iodine. They keep a bandage on there just in case, but nowhere as dramatic as the others she had been wearing all that week.

After the wound is closed, Eskel and Coën and Geralt wash Cirilla's hair clean of the multitude of fluids that maar the girl's pretty blonde hair. Vesemir took the time to brew up a soup with small cooked root vegetables, while Lambert was scheduled to make more healing potions thag wouldn't melt the poor girls insides.

By week three, Cirilla can wash herself with a flannel and eat thick soups of barley and potato. She can sit up by herself now and hold a slow conversation. Her words are slow, slurred and take a while longer to understand their responses. Lambert drinks himself into a bucket again, and Vesemir tans his hide for it.

Geralt is impressed as the girl begins to get restless in her bedrest and sees the spark returning as she tries to get up and explore. He feels like Vesemir when he tells her that she needs to walk before she can run, but will stay by her side as she steadies herself and holds her hands as she climbs to her feet.

The witchers are honestly mighty impressed that it takes them only a day to start walking the length and around Ciri's room, and only another fir her yo walk from one wall to the next without Geralt's hands to support her, even if she falls into them when she's scaled this hurdle.

Day by day, they walk a little further in the keep and Geralt carries her less and lesson their way back. Her words get quicker in speed and understanding and the promises of a visit yo the horses or the hunting dogs or the livestock keep Cirilla motivated when she cannot put one foot in front if the other anymore.

But they get there, one step at a time, a harem of large, mutated witchers and a pretty princess who has just as much strength as them.

[smolgloves]

BG3 Character Bio:

Name: Freya

Age: 26

Race: borrower

Gender: cis female

Sexuality: pansexual

Pronouns: She/her

Height: 4 inches/10 centimeters

Occupation: Herbalist

Class: Ranger

Skills: Medicine making, stealth, long range combat, nature proficiency

Backstory: The only Child to Su and Emir, she had learned apothecary and borrowing through them up until she was 13 when larger beings found her colony and captured or killed them. Since then she lived with her Uncle Eskel and cousin Kestrel. Although she was the elder's niece, she got in trouble for her reckless behavior when borrowing, which became the reason why she never became an official scout for her colony. However, that never stopped her from leaving the colony to find stuff for her cousin.

[thedemonofcat]

To put it nicely, It’s widely known that the Pankratz family are very open about who they love. To put it bluntly, they're a family of slut’s

Soon, it’s discovered that every member of Kear Morhen has, at one point been in a relationship with a Pankratz.

Vessimir was in one with Jaskier's Grandmother, apparently even when Jaskier’s father was born. They're looking into that.

Eskel had a minor fling with Jaskier's sister one summer.

Lamber and Aiden were in a threesome with one of Jaskier's uncles

Coen at a one-night stand with Jaskier's brother

Not even Yennefer, who had a brief encounter with Jaskier's cousin.

Currently, Ciri has not been at any meeting with the Pankratz family. Which is probably a good thing since her Jaskier happens to be a distant cousins.

And there, Geralt and Jaskier

[plotvichka]

Family doing baby Ciri's hair

I think everyone agrees Geralt is the "messy pigtails" kind of dad and there's really nothing else to discuss.

Meanwhile Yen allows Ciri to choose a hairstyle every morning (and she can do incredibly complicated ones if her daughter wants her to) and Ciri decides to match with her mommy every. single. morning. So Yen ends up always doing the same hairstyle twice: one for herself and one for Ciri. She never shows how she feels about it, but Geralt can see her teary smiles when she turns away from Ciri.

And Jaskier is the uncle who lets her go crazy with her hair and she comes home to her parents with a ton of sparkly hair clips and a couple of strands dyed in bright colors. He's not allowed to be alone with her for the next month after that as Yen is still planning his murder.

Uncle Eskel totally loves to braid her hair. Vesemir tells Ciri to do her hair herself because she is a big girl after all and Ciri agrees.

After a day spent with uncle Lambert literally no one can tell he brought the wrong child before all the mud is cleaned and there's a random kid instead of Ciri.

And no, sorceresses are NOT allowed to see Ciri. Even Triss. The girl betrayed her "little sis" more than once why would anyone trust her again. The lodge of sorceresses is like a bunch of evil godmothers who no one chose to be godmothers but they decided it themselves and now they are here.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Eskel's the gay uncle that dances in the kitchen with a bottle of red wine while belting out a slurred, off-key version of Band Aid's "do they know it's Christmas?", while Lambert's the bi disaster uncle that lights the Christmas pudding using the can of Lynx Africa Triss bought him for the friend group's Secret Santa and the match he lit on his beard.

[inexplicifics]

Rereading Flung to catch a star and stumbled upon “I tell you what, my love. We get through this winter and the Progress, and then we can go up mountain with Eskel and hole up for a month and let Ciri run the Wolflands.” and I know you're still writing on the progress and it will be quite a while until that is finished but I really really want to see Ciri manage the wolflands for a while. This sounds like it could be really awesome and funny and adorable. Anyway, love your writing, whenever you post something it makes my day!

She'd probably do a decent job! She's got a good head on her shoulders and she understands the gravity of the position.

That said, there's a distinct possibility she'd name a goose as her Right Hand just before everyone came back down the mountain, just to give her father and uncle conniptions.