The Witcher and the Seawolf

Fenris

"Where did you get that?" Ciri asked, half amused by what Fenris was wearing. Fenris didn't look at her and focused on trying to button up his vest.

"Yarpen had it lying around." Fenris told her. He was surprised to find something so extravagant, or it was extravagant compared to what he usually wore. He still wore his leather vest, but over it was a finely padded long sleeve shirt with a vest that would go over it with a checkerboard pattern. Over that was his cloak, not the raven feathered one, but one Yarpen had on hand, made of cloth with brown fur around the collar with a gold chain to hold it together. "I still hate this shit."

Ciri chuckled under her breath. "I've never been to a Belleteyn festival outside of Cintra before. You know, this one year, Sir Lazlo tried to jump the bonfire in full armor." As she spoke, Ciri walked in front of Fenris to help him with the buttons that were too large for the holes.

Fenris didn't even get the chance to look at Ciri's dress. It was easy to get lost in her eyes, seeing the happiness beneath the surface. As she focused on his buttons, he couldn't look away from her green eyes. Her very notable green eyes and ashen hair.

"What do you think?" Ciri asked, not realizing Fenris wasn't even looking at what she was wearing.

"I think you need to hide your hair and mask your eyes." Fenris told her. He was happy that Ciri found something to enjoy, but he wasn't going to risk her life over this festival.

Ciri rolled her eyes and leaned forward to leave a chaste kiss on his lips. "I have a mask, silly. I meant my dress." She pushed off his chest, as gracefully as a bird and spun around. Fenris felt his breath get sucked out of his lungs when he finally got to see her in her full glory.

Ciri wore a blue dress top with a long dark green skirt. Long loose sleeves to breath and a low cut that made his mouth water slightly. Looking at her hair, she saw that it was tied back elegantly with two flowers in her ears. Lastly, he saw an embroidered golden sash across her chest.

"I... You look lovely, Cirilla." He said, with a genuine smile.

Ciri smiled and kissed him again before walking over to her mirror. "Good answer." Fenris hummed and walked over to the trunk at the foot of the bed, grabbing his twin blades and chain whip just in case something happened at the festival. Once his weapons were situated, he turned back to Cirilla who was tugging on the hem of her breast.

"You alright?" Fenris walked over and grabbed the earrings she laid out on the desk.

"I'm a little sore." Ciri admitted while Fenris put her earrings in.

Fenris raised a brow and saw that she was tugging on the hem covering her breasts. "If you want I could-"

"Save it, handsome." Ciri said with a smirk. "I don't want to be late."

Fenris let out a dramatic sigh. "Fine. But if gets too much-"

"You'll be the first to know." Ciri promised before she reached into the drawer. She pulled out the old wolf head medallion he gave her before Sodden and wrapped it around her neck. "Let's go check on Farah." Fenris nodded and offered Ciri his arm.

Fenris let her take his arm and led her out of their room and into Farah's. Inside, they found Farah standing in front of her mirror, wearing a small bright orange dress with her hair braided back with bright flowers intertwined. She was twisting her hips and laughing at the way the dress twirled around her.

Once Farah saw them at the door, she spun around on one foot and looked right at Ciri. "You wook pwetty, mama." She said before running towards Ciri. Fenris smiled at how Ciri's eyes lit up when she crouched down and picked Farah up.