[ yennefer came to this place with others. a tall, serious man with dark hair and darker eyes, and another - sharper, edged, chaotic in ways that yennefer doesn't know if she has words for quite yet. they brought her into this place, called it the horizon, told her information and taught her about the singularity and her head is still spinning, at the thoughts of it all. what it could mean, what it could do. and it is only after that, with her mind still spinning and her awareness of her lack of memories made obvious, that yennefer comes across the wolf.
or, perhaps it's a better description to say that the wolf finds her, because he does. appearing, first, right along the edge of the space she stands in, and then it moves closer and closer until she can't ignore him. she knows the horizon is a strange place of temporary magics, that each space can be molded to the mind and wants of the person who inhabits it. but there is something about this wolf, about this place, that makes yennefer think perhaps it is not her's. or at the very least, she did not create it, create him. the wolf comes to her and waits, patiently, for her to follow - and it is after a few moments of consideration before she finally does.
they walk for some time, though yennefer does not know how long, so much that at one point she calls out to the wolf. ] Where are you taking me? [ he does not answer, of course he does not answer, but yennefer finds herself following all the same.
it is some point later that she catches sight of a carriage. the wolf seems to notice about the same time as well, turning back to look at her as if to say yes, this is right. she's not sure why, but something about the carriage, about the four lanterns hanging off of it...it is not familiar, necessarily, but it is also not nearly as strange as some of the other things she has seen here. and as the carriage approaches, she tries to latch onto why. she searches for the answer, feeling herself nearly adrift in her own thoughts - a feeling that is visibly apparently by her appearance, a kind of shadowed shifting through what she does not see, but feels, somewhere inside. an unmooring, perhaps, but also a lack of a hold on what it is she wants to be. where she wants to be. who.
yennefer the man driving the cart says as it slows to a stop alongside her. her head tilts as she looks at him, curious, uncertain. she does not know what she feels, does not quite understand what it is that awakens in her chest. it could be something close to recognition, but she's not sure. she can't be sure of anything, she supposes, but that seems close enough. ]
You know my name. [ it is not a question, as she says it, but a statement of fact with a hint of inquisitive thinking. he must know her, then, which would make sense as to why he does not feel, or seem, nearly as strange as the others she's come across.
but then he says before you curse me and yennefer finds herself frowning, suddenly uncertain again. ] Why would I curse you? [ is cursing something she can even do? there is a feeling of something around her, has been since she'd been aware enough of herself to notice, but is that what that is? curses? she'd simply attributed it to the singularity, to the way she is supposed to be able to morph and change the world around her, in this place. but what if it's something different?
the frown seems to set off that shifting, her appearance moving and changing the more uncertain she feels. but then the wolf returns, walking around the cart and then settling at her side, and his presence does make her feel better. more centered, even if she isn't exactly sure why. however, what settles is probably far from what this man expects to see, yennefer's jaw settling more off to the side than he is used to seeing, her face looking contorted, but expression young. ]
Me? [ and yennefer blinks, again, at the question. why wouldn't she be alright? her eyes look down to the wolf, and then back to the man on the cart, giving a small smile. ] I may have no recollection of who you are, sir, or of much at all, but I can assure you I'm fine.
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or, perhaps it's a better description to say that the wolf finds her, because he does. appearing, first, right along the edge of the space she stands in, and then it moves closer and closer until she can't ignore him. she knows the horizon is a strange place of temporary magics, that each space can be molded to the mind and wants of the person who inhabits it. but there is something about this wolf, about this place, that makes yennefer think perhaps it is not her's. or at the very least, she did not create it, create him. the wolf comes to her and waits, patiently, for her to follow - and it is after a few moments of consideration before she finally does.
they walk for some time, though yennefer does not know how long, so much that at one point she calls out to the wolf. ] Where are you taking me? [ he does not answer, of course he does not answer, but yennefer finds herself following all the same.
it is some point later that she catches sight of a carriage. the wolf seems to notice about the same time as well, turning back to look at her as if to say yes, this is right. she's not sure why, but something about the carriage, about the four lanterns hanging off of it...it is not familiar, necessarily, but it is also not nearly as strange as some of the other things she has seen here. and as the carriage approaches, she tries to latch onto why. she searches for the answer, feeling herself nearly adrift in her own thoughts - a feeling that is visibly apparently by her appearance, a kind of shadowed shifting through what she does not see, but feels, somewhere inside. an unmooring, perhaps, but also a lack of a hold on what it is she wants to be. where she wants to be. who.
yennefer the man driving the cart says as it slows to a stop alongside her. her head tilts as she looks at him, curious, uncertain. she does not know what she feels, does not quite understand what it is that awakens in her chest. it could be something close to recognition, but she's not sure. she can't be sure of anything, she supposes, but that seems close enough. ]
You know my name. [ it is not a question, as she says it, but a statement of fact with a hint of inquisitive thinking. he must know her, then, which would make sense as to why he does not feel, or seem, nearly as strange as the others she's come across.
but then he says before you curse me and yennefer finds herself frowning, suddenly uncertain again. ] Why would I curse you? [ is cursing something she can even do? there is a feeling of something around her, has been since she'd been aware enough of herself to notice, but is that what that is? curses? she'd simply attributed it to the singularity, to the way she is supposed to be able to morph and change the world around her, in this place. but what if it's something different?
the frown seems to set off that shifting, her appearance moving and changing the more uncertain she feels. but then the wolf returns, walking around the cart and then settling at her side, and his presence does make her feel better. more centered, even if she isn't exactly sure why. however, what settles is probably far from what this man expects to see, yennefer's jaw settling more off to the side than he is used to seeing, her face looking contorted, but expression young. ]
Me? [ and yennefer blinks, again, at the question. why wouldn't she be alright? her eyes look down to the wolf, and then back to the man on the cart, giving a small smile. ] I may have no recollection of who you are, sir, or of much at all, but I can assure you I'm fine.