[ he smiles at her, apologizes for forgetting to offer his name, and yennefer shakes her head a bit at it. something about the exchange doesn’t feel quite right - a little awkward, a little off. she wants to move through it as quickly as possible. this man - this julian - he seems pleasant, approachable. whether or not the name itself is familiar (it isn’t, not really), yennefer let’s herself smile at him all the same. ]
Ah, just Julian, then? [ yennefer is…well, for as long as she has been traveling this strange place with the wolf, she hasn’t happened across anything that felt even close to familiar. this man, this julian - she finds that she doesn’t mind his smile, finds that she feels comfortable enough - safe (unthreatened, the word she’s looking for isn’t safe, but instead not threatened) enough. and for so long feeling untethered, feeling unmoored, it gives her a feeling of settling. like she can, perhaps, in a way, find something she can work with. a familiarity.
it’s a similar feeling that the wolf had brought her, which is partially why yennefer can’t bring it in herself to be suspicious. this makes sense, in all the ways any part of this place makes sense, so she chooses to accept it. that she does have a friend like him, even if she doesn’t quite think herself capable.
and he’s being kind. friendly. open. she wants to be here with him, for now, and the wolf - her source of protection, the one thing she has leaned back on and is confident in being able to - appears to trust him too. so when he offers the ride, when he mentions she must be tired, yennefer finds herself blinking. confused, in a way. as if she’s almost unused to the idea that someone would…think of her like that. offer that. ][ she says, looking from julian to the wolf (who seems to incline his head to the cart) and then back. her smile shows some of that genuine surprise, but perhaps a bit of something else. appreciation. excitement, even. the cart is quite an impressive thing, after all. ]
I would very much enjoy that, yes. Thank you. [ kind she tells herself. he is being kind. that is not so strange, is it?
she will wait for the wolf to jump on first, before she makes her move to climb up as well. ]
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Ah, just Julian, then? [ yennefer is…well, for as long as she has been traveling this strange place with the wolf, she hasn’t happened across anything that felt even close to familiar. this man, this julian - she finds that she doesn’t mind his smile, finds that she feels comfortable enough - safe (unthreatened, the word she’s looking for isn’t safe, but instead not threatened) enough. and for so long feeling untethered, feeling unmoored, it gives her a feeling of settling. like she can, perhaps, in a way, find something she can work with. a familiarity.
it’s a similar feeling that the wolf had brought her, which is partially why yennefer can’t bring it in herself to be suspicious. this makes sense, in all the ways any part of this place makes sense, so she chooses to accept it. that she does have a friend like him, even if she doesn’t quite think herself capable.
and he’s being kind. friendly. open. she wants to be here with him, for now, and the wolf - her source of protection, the one thing she has leaned back on and is confident in being able to - appears to trust him too. so when he offers the ride, when he mentions she must be tired, yennefer finds herself blinking. confused, in a way. as if she’s almost unused to the idea that someone would…think of her like that. offer that. ][ she says, looking from julian to the wolf (who seems to incline his head to the cart) and then back. her smile shows some of that genuine surprise, but perhaps a bit of something else. appreciation. excitement, even. the cart is quite an impressive thing, after all. ]
I would very much enjoy that, yes. Thank you. [ kind she tells herself. he is being kind. that is not so strange, is it?
she will wait for the wolf to jump on first, before she makes her move to climb up as well. ]