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In honor of there now being art
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I have gone and excavated my first detailed non-POV description of Luliana
from the as-yet-not-in-publishable-format Ciri POV sequel/companion to Fit
For Pearls, which I had not yet had Hobbit beta-read and which they very
accurately managed to represent anyway!
Things brightened considerably one day, when in the midst of preparing for
a meeting, her ladies-in-waiting buzzing around being irritating about her
jewelry, Ciri caught sight of the single most attractive woman she’d ever
seen.
Ciri had been raised by royalty, had seen the glittering nobility, the
beautiful courtesans that sometimes decorated the arms of powerful men. She
had lived among sorceresses, beautiful to the point of inhumanity; she had
seen Yennefer of Vengerberg naked, had seen Margarita Laux-Antilles in the
bath, had beheld the pinnacle of just how beautiful the feminine form could
be.
But this woman– she was short, and plump, dressed in the drab off-black
decorated with black that signaled she was a lower noble or high-level
servant, possibly both. She had a fabric folio overstuffed with papers, and
had ink stains on her fingers– clever fingers, plump hands with graceful
little tapering fingers, nails neatly trimmed, the hands of a clerk or a
seamstress– and her face was round, her skin a medium brown, her hair
true-black, her eyes large and dark and her mouth a perfect lush bow. She
was listening to Willena giving instructions, and had her folio clutched to
her chest, and her eyes were so lively and intelligent as she listened that
Ciri completely forgot who she was talking to or what she had been doing,
and just stared at her.
After a moment, Callista said, “Princess?” and Ciri dragged her attention
off the beautiful girl. (Woman. She wasn’t a child. She was likely Ciri’s
age, or a little older. Maybe married. But her plump form wasn’t matronly;
she wasn’t pregnant, she was just round, and perfect, and self-contained,
and she looked soft, like the dip between her hips and her breasts would be
the perfect place to sink both your hands into and have them perfectly
surrounded, like her thighs must be soft and–)
“Princess,” Callista said again, and Ciri shook her head slightly to clear
it, turning to look at her.
“Sorry,” she said, “yes?”
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bomberqueen17 is one of my favourite Ciri stories! I’m not much of an
artist (i used pic-crew for ciri’s base and the background was google
images) But I couldn’t not design her Princess Cirilla
