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"
But
I
'm
not
cut
out
to
be
a
magician
!
I
have
n't
got
any
abilities
!
I
'm
never
going
to
be
a
magician
nor
want
to
be
one
!
I
'm
destined
for
Geralt
...
I
'm
destined
to
be
a
witcher
!
I
've
only
come
here
for
a
short
period
!
I
'm
going
back
to
Kaer
Morhen
soon
...
"
"
You
are
persistently
staring
at
my
neckline
,
"
said
Yennefer
icily
,
narrowing
her
violet
eyes
a
little
.
"
Do
you
see
anything
unusual
there
or
is
it
just
plain
jealousy
?
"
"
That
star
...
"
muttered
Ciri
.
"
What
's
it
made
of
?
Those
stones
move
and
shine
so
strangely
...
"
"
They
pulsate
,
"
smiled
the
magician
.
"
They
are
active
diamonds
,
sunken
in
obsidian
.
Do
you
want
to
see
them
close
up
?
Touch
them
?
"
"
Yes
...
No
!
"
Ciri
backed
away
and
angrily
tossed
her
head
,
trying
to
dispel
the
faint
scent
of
lilac
and
gooseberries
emanating
from
Yennefer
.
"
I
do
n't
.
Why
should
I
?
I
'm
not
interested
!
Not
a
bit
!
I
'm
a
witcher
!
I
have
n't
got
any
magical
abilities
!
I
'm
not
cut
out
to
be
a
magician
,
surely
that
's
clear
because
I
'm
...
And
anyway
...
"
The
magician
sat
on
the
stone
bench
under
the
wall
and
concentrated
on
examining
her
fingernails
.
"
...
and
anyway
,
"
concluded
Ciri
,
"
I
've
got
to
think
about
it
.
"
"
Come
here
.
Sit
next
to
me
.
"
She
obeyed
.
