[ at the earliest opportunity, after they are released from the prison cells they'd been stuffed into, yennefer makes her way back to the central chrysalis. her magic still feels weak and wan, distant. it's hard to say whether it's this creature, or whether it's the amount of chaos she had expended in the battle. she refuses to entertain the latter, so she investigates the former. she slips off quietly just after lunch, while the locals are offering tours. she doesn't want a tour. she wants out.
the splattered remains of the eggs are still strewn about the floor of the room. yennefer kicks some goopy fluid off her boot as she draws nearer to the core of the place, giving a soft scoff of disgust as she does. it stinks of something unfamiliar, something sour that sits high in her nose.
the central chrysalis glows with a dull light, like it's alive. like it's a beacon. yennefer tries to yoke enough chaos to reach out to it, to perceive it in some way, but falls short. again and again.
with a frustrated noise, she kicks one of the nearby eggs. it gives a sick crack, and the shells peel away. there's something inside. an item? yennefer crouches, knocks away more of the shell to examine it. it might belong to her, or it might belong to someone else. ]
[ yennefer lingers too long watching the rehearsal for the little one-act play that the theater is preparing to put on. arms crossed, she doesn't look particularly impressed or invested, and she manages to largely dodge getting roped in for anything. at least for a while.
but when one of the childcare specialists gets pulled into a scene, he comes up to yennefer, hand-in-hand with two five-year-olds. when he asks, 'can you watch them for a moment?', it's not really a question. he's gone the next moment, and the kids peer warily at yennefer.
'why does your dress have so many ropes?' one asks, reaching out to grab at it. ]
Don't touch that. [ yen's voice is sharp. the other one says, 'my mom said i can touch whatever i want in the theater.' ] I have no doubts that a person with so little respect of others would produce a child who's the same.
[ the second opens their mouth to reply, puzzles through the statement, then simply shakes their head and starts tugging on the ropes of yennefer's skirt again. she reaches out to seize the little brat's wrist, and he begins to cry. ]
03. dreaming
[ when the creature vanishes from the lakeshore, yennefer pushes immediately into the water after it. the water laps up around her, soaking through the dark, refined formal dress that she wears and making the skirts heavy. she pushes them down with distracted haste, as if determined not to let them slow her in her pursuit of it.
she raises one of her hands, the other touching the water's surface. dead fish float to the top, but a fissure runs through the water, beginning to part it in a line following the creature out to the center of the wide lake. algae and lakebottom plants and crawdads and beach appear on the sandy floor where the water has been peeled away, but the creature that had visited them does not reappear.
despite this, she doesn't stop walking. it's the singular curiosity that her unconscious mind clings to, that creature. ]
04. wildcard
[ feel free to reach out to me via dm, discord, or protects if you want to do something specific! based on the first prompt, feel free to accost yennefer at any point for looting your character's inventory items. i'd love to plot something around this. ]
yennefer of vengerberg (witcher netflix)
the splattered remains of the eggs are still strewn about the floor of the room. yennefer kicks some goopy fluid off her boot as she draws nearer to the core of the place, giving a soft scoff of disgust as she does. it stinks of something unfamiliar, something sour that sits high in her nose.
the central chrysalis glows with a dull light, like it's alive. like it's a beacon. yennefer tries to yoke enough chaos to reach out to it, to perceive it in some way, but falls short. again and again.
with a frustrated noise, she kicks one of the nearby eggs. it gives a sick crack, and the shells peel away. there's something inside. an item? yennefer crouches, knocks away more of the shell to examine it. it might belong to her, or it might belong to someone else. ]
but when one of the childcare specialists gets pulled into a scene, he comes up to yennefer, hand-in-hand with two five-year-olds. when he asks, 'can you watch them for a moment?', it's not really a question. he's gone the next moment, and the kids peer warily at yennefer.
'why does your dress have so many ropes?' one asks, reaching out to grab at it. ]
Don't touch that. [ yen's voice is sharp. the other one says, 'my mom said i can touch whatever i want in the theater.' ] I have no doubts that a person with so little respect of others would produce a child who's the same.
[ the second opens their mouth to reply, puzzles through the statement, then simply shakes their head and starts tugging on the ropes of yennefer's skirt again. she reaches out to seize the little brat's wrist, and he begins to cry. ]
she raises one of her hands, the other touching the water's surface. dead fish float to the top, but a fissure runs through the water, beginning to part it in a line following the creature out to the center of the wide lake. algae and lakebottom plants and crawdads and beach appear on the sandy floor where the water has been peeled away, but the creature that had visited them does not reappear.
despite this, she doesn't stop walking. it's the singular curiosity that her unconscious mind clings to, that creature. ]