[ it is recognition, or she at least thinks it must be recognition, that passes between this man and the wolf. she’s not sure why, but that makes her somehow feel more at peace. this wolf had appeared for her, had been leading her for some time, and while without meaning to, she found herself trusting this wolf. maybe she shouldn’t have, maybe she should be more guarded, but she had — and upon seeing this man and the wolf look at each other, seeing the recognition in this man’s tone, it somehow reassures her of her choice.
there is something that passes, then, over this man’s face. a series of thoughts, a series of decisions. she’s not sure what she is supposed to make of them, but he does say i’ve known you for years, and yennefer ( perhaps despite her better judgement) brightens. he knows her, they’ve known each other for years. maybe that is exactly it - maybe the wolf led her to him, so that she would feel less lost in this uncertain place. so that perhaps she will have found the people who know her, so she will not be left on her own. the wolf had, in part, given her some reassurance - but surely this man, with his extraordinary cart and handsome features, knows her. surely this man is meant to better direct her, to better guide her, to be who she was meant to find.
he jumps down from his cart and gives her a flourished bow, and yennefer feels herself nearly laugh at the dramatics, feeling a bit at odds with the feeling. like she both isn’t meant to be the subject of such manners, but doesn’t find herself minding. something different, special, nice. ]
Ah- yes, they did tell me what this place is. I do have some understanding oof the Singularity. But sir- [ he continues talking, so yennefer pauses - lets him finish, lets the feeling of being a little less alone and a little less lost settle into her. long and loyal friend he says, and the idea of it - that she might know this man, that they’ve known each other for years. it is not a bad feeling.
and it shows - yennefer’s features do settle a bit with her polite smile, though even still, perhaps not not into the yennefer he is used to seeing. ]
May I know your name? Or- I am sure I know it, but as you said, my memories have been tucked away. But I would like to know it now, too.
[ it all feels very odd, she has to admit to herself. being told of things that she has no recollection, but that hit so true, even when she cannot remember them. he says years and that, she knows, is truth. he says safe with me and that, too, feels somehow true. but he smiles and says i was looking for you and she’s…somehow not entirely convinced.
but she is convinced enough, she finds, and his cart does look to be much more comfortable than the places she has been so far. and this wolf? this wolf she does trust, so much that it almost startles her, and if he does belong to this man - which yennefer, after glancing down to this wolf to catch his eyes, does believe - then she must be in safe hands.
safe. it produces a strange feeling in her chest. but so much of this ordeal has already been so strange, she chooses to shrug it off. ]
Thank you, for sending him. He has been my companion for my entire journey thus far.
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there is something that passes, then, over this man’s face. a series of thoughts, a series of decisions. she’s not sure what she is supposed to make of them, but he does say i’ve known you for years, and yennefer ( perhaps despite her better judgement) brightens. he knows her, they’ve known each other for years. maybe that is exactly it - maybe the wolf led her to him, so that she would feel less lost in this uncertain place. so that perhaps she will have found the people who know her, so she will not be left on her own. the wolf had, in part, given her some reassurance - but surely this man, with his extraordinary cart and handsome features, knows her. surely this man is meant to better direct her, to better guide her, to be who she was meant to find.
he jumps down from his cart and gives her a flourished bow, and yennefer feels herself nearly laugh at the dramatics, feeling a bit at odds with the feeling. like she both isn’t meant to be the subject of such manners, but doesn’t find herself minding. something different, special, nice. ]
Ah- yes, they did tell me what this place is. I do have some understanding oof the Singularity. But sir- [ he continues talking, so yennefer pauses - lets him finish, lets the feeling of being a little less alone and a little less lost settle into her. long and loyal friend he says, and the idea of it - that she might know this man, that they’ve known each other for years. it is not a bad feeling.
and it shows - yennefer’s features do settle a bit with her polite smile, though even still, perhaps not not into the yennefer he is used to seeing. ]
May I know your name? Or- I am sure I know it, but as you said, my memories have been tucked away. But I would like to know it now, too.
[ it all feels very odd, she has to admit to herself. being told of things that she has no recollection, but that hit so true, even when she cannot remember them. he says years and that, she knows, is truth. he says safe with me and that, too, feels somehow true. but he smiles and says i was looking for you and she’s…somehow not entirely convinced.
but she is convinced enough, she finds, and his cart does look to be much more comfortable than the places she has been so far. and this wolf? this wolf she does trust, so much that it almost startles her, and if he does belong to this man - which yennefer, after glancing down to this wolf to catch his eyes, does believe - then she must be in safe hands.
safe. it produces a strange feeling in her chest. but so much of this ordeal has already been so strange, she chooses to shrug it off. ]
Thank you, for sending him. He has been my companion for my entire journey thus far.