"No Ciri, that's a forktail. Remember that draconid you saw in the books earlier this morning?"
"But aren't dragons draconids too? So wouldn't that make forktails dragons as well?"
"Hmm. Yes...but real dragons are actually sentient."
"What does sentient mean?"
"They have the ability to perceive what we're feeling. And they have human-like knowledge and intelligence."
"Does that mean they could talk?"
Villentretenmerth immediately flashes through Geralt's mind. He gave a wry smile.
"Yeah, they can."
"How do you know? Have you met one before?"
This time, instead of just Villentretenmerth, the image of Yennefer cradling the baby dragon appeared in his mind. The softness of her eyes as she cradled the dragon, the longing for a child of her own palpable. Then the words of Villentretenmerth echoed through his mind.
The subtle flinch and pain in Yennefer's face as she heard those words were etched forever in his mind. Suddenly, he did not feel like talking about the dragon anymore.
"Yeah. But that's a story for another day. Come on, Ciri, let's get you back to the keep."
"Now? Why?! Aren't we going to go hunt down that forktail together?"
"We'll get Eskel or Lambert to go hunt it down. You're not ready yet."
"But I'm a Witcher too! I'm not scared!"
"I've no doubt about that."
"Let me follow! Please!"
"One day, Little Witcheress, one day."
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