[ it is a whole set of events that she sets off, in that moment of off-balance. her had on his knee, his sudden tension, the way the song cuts off because suddenly he is there - his hand around hers as he helps straighten her. a red hot flash of embarrassment shoots through her, then, but it is the echo of the song that soothes her. ]
Oh, possibly. [ though there is a look on her face like she is trying to place herself in a standing where she would not be used to wagon travel because of her standing. it feels like she's reaching, too far, for a place that isn't quite her's.
but he would know, wouldn't he? and if her hand does linger, she doesn't necessarily mean it to, and pulls her hand from his a moment later with a quiet laugh. ] I actually think I was too distracted by your song. You really do have an extraordinary voice.
[ this, above all else, will be what yennefer remembers when she wakes up. this, above all else, will haunt her. not only that she listened and enjoyed his songs, so openly and clearly, but that when she compliments him, she means it. ]
It's no wonder you are... [ are what, she wonders? it is not that she knows he is famous, not that she knows anything at all about him. all she has is his name - Julian Alfred Pankratz, that the wolf is his own, that they must know each other, and that he has been kind. kind, to her.
the wolf chooses, then, to huff something like a snort and yennefer's eyes move to him as well, her smile holding even now as her eyes move from the wolf, then back to julian. ] Well, either way. The song is incredible. I can't imagine it did not work. [ and then there is the smile again, turned up just slightly. ]
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Oh, possibly. [ though there is a look on her face like she is trying to place herself in a standing where she would not be used to wagon travel because of her standing. it feels like she's reaching, too far, for a place that isn't quite her's.
but he would know, wouldn't he? and if her hand does linger, she doesn't necessarily mean it to, and pulls her hand from his a moment later with a quiet laugh. ] I actually think I was too distracted by your song. You really do have an extraordinary voice.
[ this, above all else, will be what yennefer remembers when she wakes up. this, above all else, will haunt her. not only that she listened and enjoyed his songs, so openly and clearly, but that when she compliments him, she means it. ]
It's no wonder you are... [ are what, she wonders? it is not that she knows he is famous, not that she knows anything at all about him. all she has is his name - Julian Alfred Pankratz, that the wolf is his own, that they must know each other, and that he has been kind. kind, to her.
the wolf chooses, then, to huff something like a snort and yennefer's eyes move to him as well, her smile holding even now as her eyes move from the wolf, then back to julian. ] Well, either way. The song is incredible. I can't imagine it did not work. [ and then there is the smile again, turned up just slightly. ]