[ yennefer arrives in the nether with the rest of the summoned, taken down the long spiraling staircase and into the obsidian heart. it's quite a spectacle, to her - watching the lava flow and the chaos inherent in the structures and pathways. it's a strange feeling to her, making her way into the nether and realizing she doesn't have any sort of schedule to adhere to - no meetings, no overall direction to prepare for. what yennefer feels with this realization is a kind of freedom that feels good, that feels light, almost exciting.
which also means that it doesn't take her long before she is asking after the dragons and the cure, what can be done and where to start. seeing hierus and kruos lights a sort of fire within her, and while she does volunteer the healing potions she's brought with her from thorne - she is also quick to ask about what else can be done.
that leaves her headed towards the ashlands, particularly the featherhive. and while yennefer is focused and somewhat intense, she also isn't rude to whoever else might be coming along with her. the bright colors and dark rocks cause something of a stunning view, but yennefer has a job to do, and that is enough to keep her focused as she heads down into the depths of the heart of featherhive and leaving green, lush footsteps in her wake.
the shadowbirds catch her attention for a brief moment at first, but she shrugs them off as nothing more than nuisances, and returns to the harvesting of the crystals - content to completely ignore any and all comments that might make their way through the air.
it's hard to tell, but there will be a couple of comments parroted through the air that will cause yennefer to stutter in her work - sometimes the best thing a flower can do for us is die or how much for a pig? or sometimes, you have to compromise in order to survive. if caught, yennefer will shake her head, mutter some kind of it's nothing and continue on her way.
it won't be until the birds speak again, in the same tone of voice as before, that yennefer stops in her tracks. the words are soft, otherwise unassuming, a quiet sort of your pain is my pain but yennefer is frozen - hands still around the crystals as she harvests, tears springing to her eyes.
featherhive. {ota}
which also means that it doesn't take her long before she is asking after the dragons and the cure, what can be done and where to start. seeing hierus and kruos lights a sort of fire within her, and while she does volunteer the healing potions she's brought with her from thorne - she is also quick to ask about what else can be done.
that leaves her headed towards the ashlands, particularly the featherhive. and while yennefer is focused and somewhat intense, she also isn't rude to whoever else might be coming along with her. the bright colors and dark rocks cause something of a stunning view, but yennefer has a job to do, and that is enough to keep her focused as she heads down into the depths of the heart of featherhive and leaving green, lush footsteps in her wake.
the shadowbirds catch her attention for a brief moment at first, but she shrugs them off as nothing more than nuisances, and returns to the harvesting of the crystals - content to completely ignore any and all comments that might make their way through the air.
it's hard to tell, but there will be a couple of comments parroted through the air that will cause yennefer to stutter in her work - sometimes the best thing a flower can do for us is die or how much for a pig? or sometimes, you have to compromise in order to survive. if caught, yennefer will shake her head, mutter some kind of it's nothing and continue on her way.
it won't be until the birds speak again, in the same tone of voice as before, that yennefer stops in her tracks. the words are soft, otherwise unassuming, a quiet sort of your pain is my pain but yennefer is frozen - hands still around the crystals as she harvests, tears springing to her eyes.
she'll collect herself in a moment. ]