[ the wind cuts across their path and yennefer, despite herself, shivers a bit as it cuts. the wolf makes another huff of his breath and settles to lay in the space between them. yennefer, with a smile still on her face, settles a hand on the wolf's back, still curled in the fur, the warmth he gives off.
the cart continues to move, taking them across this strange land, this strange place, but yennefer finds that she's quite alright with the events of this. where she is, now, comes with it a feeling of comfort. like she has been here before, or if not here, than with julian. possibly even this wolf. her inability to access her memories had been a troubling concept she'd wrestled with, upon her first arrival, but the wolf, julian, they are all stops on her path that she is grateful to find.
( to mirror the feeling, yennefer's features do settled - on her crooked jaw, her misshapen brow. she knows nothing else, of course. this is who she is, who she feels to be. )
it is that yennefer that, at julian's compliment, lets out something of a rough, unladylike snort. sharp, harsh, and fully disbelieving. you are a prize as much as i he says, and yennefer glances across the wolf towards him with an incredulous look, shaking her head. ] You're kind, Julian. Too kind. I feel as though that kindness may bring you strife, one day.
[ it is that next comment he makes that sobers her, any of that self-deprecating curl of her lips gone in a single moment. the feeling of it catches her off-guard, and suddenly the off-balance nature of her has nothing to do with the cart. with the rocky road. songs...of her? it feels a bit too impossible to be real, but gods. gods, she wants it.
yennefer is quiet for a few moments longer, staring off onto the road before them, one hand still on the wolf's shoulders, curling fingertips into the fur. it is why, even as julia's voice grows soft, that yennefer catches the full weight of the words. her eyes go back to his, meeting them over the back of the wolf between them, before her attention shifts downward. to the sleeping wolf, the large white body that makes her feel so centered. that makes her feel like her, even when she's not sure what shape that is supposed to be.
her expression is thoughtful, soft but not necessarily as young as she'd been moments before. ]
I believe I do.
[ know, she means. she lifts her hand and runs it along the fur of his back, twists a bit of the white hair between her fingertips. he loves you julian says, and with yennefer's eyes on the wolf between them, she feels like she might understand. maybe. her gut tells her not to argue, that she knows this, despite the discomfort that swirls alongside it. ]
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the cart continues to move, taking them across this strange land, this strange place, but yennefer finds that she's quite alright with the events of this. where she is, now, comes with it a feeling of comfort. like she has been here before, or if not here, than with julian. possibly even this wolf. her inability to access her memories had been a troubling concept she'd wrestled with, upon her first arrival, but the wolf, julian, they are all stops on her path that she is grateful to find.
( to mirror the feeling, yennefer's features do settled - on her crooked jaw, her misshapen brow. she knows nothing else, of course. this is who she is, who she feels to be. )
it is that yennefer that, at julian's compliment, lets out something of a rough, unladylike snort. sharp, harsh, and fully disbelieving. you are a prize as much as i he says, and yennefer glances across the wolf towards him with an incredulous look, shaking her head. ] You're kind, Julian. Too kind. I feel as though that kindness may bring you strife, one day.
[ it is that next comment he makes that sobers her, any of that self-deprecating curl of her lips gone in a single moment. the feeling of it catches her off-guard, and suddenly the off-balance nature of her has nothing to do with the cart. with the rocky road. songs...of her? it feels a bit too impossible to be real, but gods. gods, she wants it.
yennefer is quiet for a few moments longer, staring off onto the road before them, one hand still on the wolf's shoulders, curling fingertips into the fur. it is why, even as julia's voice grows soft, that yennefer catches the full weight of the words. her eyes go back to his, meeting them over the back of the wolf between them, before her attention shifts downward. to the sleeping wolf, the large white body that makes her feel so centered. that makes her feel like her, even when she's not sure what shape that is supposed to be.
her expression is thoughtful, soft but not necessarily as young as she'd been moments before. ]
I believe I do.
[ know, she means. she lifts her hand and runs it along the fur of his back, twists a bit of the white hair between her fingertips. he loves you julian says, and with yennefer's eyes on the wolf between them, she feels like she might understand. maybe. her gut tells her not to argue, that she knows this, despite the discomfort that swirls alongside it. ]
Though I'm not entirely sure why.