yennefer of vengerberg. (
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[ semi-open ] my place amongst the stars.
Who: yennefer of vengerberg, various, and open.
Where: Castle Thorne, various locations therein, including the horizon.
When: post-jailbreak, month of september.
What: now that yennefer has been (rightfully) welcomed as a guest, it is about time she meets the rest of her peers within the castle.
Warnings: N/A, will add if needed
CLOSED STARTERS BELOW.
OPEN TO ALL IN CASTLE THORNE.
Where: Castle Thorne, various locations therein, including the horizon.
When: post-jailbreak, month of september.
What: now that yennefer has been (rightfully) welcomed as a guest, it is about time she meets the rest of her peers within the castle.
Warnings: N/A, will add if needed
CLOSED STARTERS BELOW.
OPEN TO ALL IN CASTLE THORNE.
[ now that yennefer has been (rightfully) welcomed as a guest, she walks the halls with a kind of up-right pride. the castle is about what she expects it to be, grand and made of stone, filled with equal amounts of intelligent folk she needs to keep track of as well as idiots with whom she doesn't give more than a passing glance. it's actually quite freeing, really, to have her magic at her fingertips once again. to feel like she doesn't need to use what she can because it could be fleeting. it gives her a confidence and an ease that, perhaps, shouldn't come so quickly to her given that she has spent most of her time down in the dungeons below, and yet it does suit her as she becomes familiar with the halls around her - searching rooms, spending time in halls, learning where the great hall is compared to the library compared to her own quarters.
as her schedule is somewhat settled, yennefer finds herself spending some time in the library amongst the other mages, her reactions towards them ranging from mentor-ly to bored to at some times even cross, depending on how much they annoy her that day. she understands that they are still learning, but it becomes increasingly obvious to her how little ambrose has anything to do with their studies. at least, not directly.
her biggest goal, now, is to feel settled in this new court. it is not her first time, doing so, and it is with that experience that she approaches her involvement in it. to find out as much as she can, to become assimilated, to avoid talking about - in any way - how her time here began in the cells below.
yennefer can be found in the library, practicing and studying the magic of this realm compared to her own. other times she can be found conversing with the native thorneans in the main halls, coming across as curious and respectful as she finds her place among the many customs and rules. other times, she could even be found wandering the gardens, just for a breath of fresh air, every now and then seeming lost in thought. if approached, she will appear friendly, especially if approached by fellow welcomed guests. it is up to the conversation itself if it stays that way. ]
{ closed to ronan and kylo.
granted, she doesn't really care, and she knows the energy and patience she has to expend here is limited and will most likely run out sooner rather than later, so she does what she can as soon as she can.
it's another day or so before yennefer decides that she needs to search out the other with whom she fought with. there was a long list of reasons for it, should anyone ask, but the truth of the matter is that she's curious. curious, what drove them to stand alongside ambrose. curious, what motivates them now that their numbers have all dwindled. she knows their names, by the time she gets to this point - ronan lynch and kylo ren. two close protectors, two figures that no one - not a single person yennefer has run into - is surprised they were included in the fight.
she finds ronan first, though from what she has heard, kylo will be close by. she approaches him in a moment where it makes the most sense - he's either finished an earlier conversation or simply appears the most approachable (as he can get, really). it's a specific choice to bypass the pleasantries, something about her expression actually curious, rather than whatever shit she's been pulling with the native people. ]
Your sword, from before. [ the magic is evident in the air around him, so much that she can feel it. can swear she can taste it in the space around him. there's more to him than just the sword, she's sure, but that is the point she starts with. ] I've never seen one like that before. Did you make it?
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WOW I GOT /NO/ NOTIF FOR THIS dreamwidth wtf
{ closed to ralston.
kneeslides in here
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puts thumb over timestamp
i do not see it
{ closed to brad.
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puts thumb over time stamp..........
rip
The Gardens
He's shuffling through the gardens when he sees another figure close by and recognizes it as the woman from the platform. Most of that day is a blur, a side effect of using his Rune magic for the first time in this world, but he'd drilled the faces of the people defending Ambrose into his memory.]
Hey. You were at the platform, right? During the attack?
[Once the words pass his lips he realizes he's not sure if there were more attacks that day in other parts of the castle. He hopes not. Nobody has said anything to him about it if there were.]
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{ closed to jaskier
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horizon, babeyyyyy
She's still not sure what to do with it, though. The Singularity is a looming tower in the center of the Horizon as always, a mystery that unnerves and draws her in equal measure, but for now... she hasn't approached it. Not yet.
Instead, she's spent the last few weeks feeling out her connection to the Horizon and learning how to step in and out of it at will, learning what she can do, what she can make. And, of course, keeping an eye out for anyone she might be able to meet here whom she couldn't meet with in her current situation. One person, in particular, keeps coming to mind. One person she's been desperate for news from, and with no way to reach out, no way to receive so much as a letter. She knows that even the prison cells can't block those of them from other planes from accessing the Horizon, but the worry is always there, a constant nagging in the back of her mind she only occasionally indulges so as to keep from dwelling.
But the longer the days drag on, and the more she peeks into the Horizon for 'practice' and for some time alone -- with a sword and a horse and a proper training ground to get some much-needed stress relief out -- the more she begins to actively look for Yennefer too.
She'll do loops around the Horizon on Kelpie, riding hard. She explores, peering into the Domains of others, learning where everything is and noting when it moves. Occasionally, she runs into others. Rarely, she comes in with Geralt or Jaskier. Mostly, she's alone.
So when she glimpses a couple of figures in the distance that look different from what she's noticed before, Ciri immediately turns her attention to them. It's too far to see, but she's sure that it's a person and... a dog? Some sort of animal, too small to be a horse, four-legged and white. She pulls Kelpie around, the sleek black mare moving like a liquid shadow at an easy canter, Ciri sitting tall in the saddle to squint out into the narrowing distance. She wears riding leathers today, a loose blouse with wide sleeves to feel the breeze, her hair in a braid over her shoulder that bounces with the cadence of the horse.
The dog is not a dog at all. It is a wolf. A white wolf with yellow eyes, and some suspiciously-placed scars.
However, more importantly, beside it walks a woman in all black, her gleaming dark hair cascading around her shoulders, with a graceful gait Ciri would recognize anywhere. ]
Yennefer!
[ Ciri exclaims, and literally leaps off her horse without bothering to stop all the way, landing in a crouch before springing up into a mad dash toward the strange pair. ]
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