she had been staying in this place for a couple of days, enjoying the time spent calmly instead of running. it seemed that she was always running, every which way. the Wild Hunt were on her trail and yet for right now she can breathe. she can look at the world around her and really study it, be alright with it, try to be happy and try to relax. she’s running to save the entirety of the world, to see that the strings remain attached and that people remain alive. they’ll be alive, they’ll survive.
the one thing she wasn’t expecting however was a kind of a shot from the past. she couldn’t remember the last time she had been tossed into something that reminded her so much of her old life. a young girl, heir to a kingdom, the lion cub of cintra. this girl reminded her of all that. of a time before the running and Bonhart and the Elves and the blasted Wild Hunt. so she sought her out in the kitchens. the only thing was that she was confused as to why the girl was standing there doing a servant’s chores when she was anything but.
“ I know you. “ she calls out from the doorway of the kitchen somewhat calmly. she doesn’t want to press it, doesn’t want to accuse either. but she knows that it’s her. they had grown up together and there was no reason for her to stand back and let this situation be. not when she missed so much of what she used to have from her past. “ why are you here? pretending that you don’t even know me? “
Pretending to be a servant was something that Lia never thought she would be doing, but she needed to lie low for a bit. Her father had been hot on her trail for a few weeks - though it didn’t help that she was causing her usual trouble by thieving and meddling in affairs. The consenquences of those actions meant she had left a series of clues for him to follow, but even he would never suspect her to play “handmaid”. Essentially, Lia was in hiding, and that plan was going alarmingly well.
Until she appeared. Lia recognized the woman the moment she saw her. For a few years when they were children, Lia had stayed with her, grew up with her, and even became best friends with her. It was impossible to forget her face, even though it was a little different now - older, beautiful, sharper - but there was no mistaking it was her: Ciri. The brunette knew that she couldn’t draw attention to herself, so she made the hard decision to do nothing. While that did not stop the odd way that Ciri looked at her, nothing had gone far beyond that; but Lia should have known that Ciri was always too bold and vivacious not to say something eventually.
Alone in the kitchens during the late evening, Lia had been busy cleaning the floors when she heard a voice from behind her: one that she was not at all expecting. There Ciri was - wondering why her childhood best friend hadn’t even spoken a word to her after so many years of being apart. After but a moment of standing in shock, the brunette dusted off her hands on her apron and went to the door, closing it behind Ciri so that no passersby could overhear them. Lia leant against the wall while looking at her old friend, biting her lip and trying to figure out how best to explain everything - to let her know that she still cared after all this time. “Well, you know me, I was causing enough trouble and decided to - you know, lie low for a bit. But Ciri, I could never forget you. I thought it was safer for you and me if I just ... kept my distance.”