[ the journey to the plant sees surprisingly few complaints about of yennefer. to the great surprise of — well, likely everyone — she seems accustomed to this sort of travel. on-foot. long, unpleasant terrain. in fact, she navigates it better than some, helping someone out of a ditch here and there.
the flood waters are impossible to avoid, particularly after laying down camp. it's fine for a time, but as they make progress the next day, the ennui strikes her. she fixes her poor mood on the first person she sees trying the comms. ]
You should stop worrying about those who are back there. If they're not already dead, it's only a matter of time. [ she doesn't sound sad about it. ]
02. empathy & rescue (OPEN)
[ a sputter of laughter slips out of yennefer as her head tips back against the stone of their confinement chamber. she stares up at the ceiling. she can't feel it. the chaos. not a drop. all of what she'd done to get it, and —
she can't even muster up anger or outrage. only bleak, dark humour comes to her in her euphoric state. it starts out as one abrupt laugh, then turns into a string of them, the sound of a mad woman. ]
We're not going anywhere. [ she mutters a little bleakly. ] They've taken my magic. I'm sure they've taken whatever else we had going for us as well.
03. bunk buddies (closed to jon snow)
Have you ever shared a bunk with a woman before?
[ she has her doubts, and it's obvious in the arch of her eyebrow when she invites herself to jon's bunk. her usual one had been swallowed by the flooding. one more in a long series of miserable things that she won't soon forget, another reason to remain bitter and cynical and expect nothing of the world. fortunately, jon owed her. apparently. ]
yennefer of vengerberg (ota)
the flood waters are impossible to avoid, particularly after laying down camp. it's fine for a time, but as they make progress the next day, the ennui strikes her. she fixes her poor mood on the first person she sees trying the comms. ]
You should stop worrying about those who are back there. If they're not already dead, it's only a matter of time. [ she doesn't sound sad about it. ]
she can't even muster up anger or outrage. only bleak, dark humour comes to her in her euphoric state. it starts out as one abrupt laugh, then turns into a string of them, the sound of a mad woman. ]
We're not going anywhere. [ she mutters a little bleakly. ] They've taken my magic. I'm sure they've taken whatever else we had going for us as well.
[ she has her doubts, and it's obvious in the arch of her eyebrow when she invites herself to jon's bunk. her usual one had been swallowed by the flooding. one more in a long series of miserable things that she won't soon forget, another reason to remain bitter and cynical and expect nothing of the world. fortunately, jon owed her. apparently. ]