[ yennefer lets out a breath - right, so, ash and fire it is. that doesn't help them at all, really, but it is still about what she expects to hear from him in about as many words as well. it feels...good, to feel like she can expect certain responses and to see them play out before her. to know that this interaction isn't something she should be thinking on multiple different levels about, and that it can just. happen. that this is something she is allowed to feel familiar with. or, perhaps, not allowed necessarily - but something she can allow herself to be.
she asks, because she has some inkling that there may be more out there than just destroyed lands. but even in her asking, she's not necessarily expecting too much more. geralt has enough experience with mages, and with magical outside forces, to know if something else was amiss while he was hunting - and that's closer to what she's after, in her question at all. but there is something in the hesitation, something in the pause, that has her looking back to him as well.
their eyes meet somewhere in the middle, and yennefer isn't...entirely positive what it's about, but she does know it's something. a moment that passes in the silence between them. there is, as always, a part of her that wants to reach out with her chaos, to reach down into his thoughts to know what he's really considering behind his eyes, but she doesn't. she won't. instead, she holds his eyes and tilts her head ever so slightly - curious, asking without really asking, even as she's got bottles and ingredients and materials in her arms. it feels...almost something. almost important. almost a step that she might take, if she knew what ledge it would lead her to.
but as it stands, geralt doesn't elaborate. instead, he closes the tome and yennefer thinks that is that. she can't help the way her shoulders drop a bit with her next exhale, like she missed some opportunity that she wasn't even aware was there, and then-
oh. she blinks, then shakes her head. ] No, I would not consider that ideal. I understand now why you'd rather look over alchemic texts. [ it isn't so much that she means it as a tease, but yennefer flashes him a small smile all the same, before she's back to her work. there's a flurry of movement, her chaos and her unseen servant and her repeated steps over and over making them all feel second nature, even if she's fairly certain she knows exactly where this test is going to lead her. ]
Did you see the birds themselves? Maybe they're the missing- [ whatever her next words were going to be are cut off by a popping sound coming from her most recent mixture, something loud and accompanied by a flash of light. ] Fuck- [ she starts for the table, reaching for what was probably some pail of water or sand. something to stamp out what geralt can only assume is going to be some minor explosion soon to follow. ]
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she asks, because she has some inkling that there may be more out there than just destroyed lands. but even in her asking, she's not necessarily expecting too much more. geralt has enough experience with mages, and with magical outside forces, to know if something else was amiss while he was hunting - and that's closer to what she's after, in her question at all. but there is something in the hesitation, something in the pause, that has her looking back to him as well.
their eyes meet somewhere in the middle, and yennefer isn't...entirely positive what it's about, but she does know it's something. a moment that passes in the silence between them. there is, as always, a part of her that wants to reach out with her chaos, to reach down into his thoughts to know what he's really considering behind his eyes, but she doesn't. she won't. instead, she holds his eyes and tilts her head ever so slightly - curious, asking without really asking, even as she's got bottles and ingredients and materials in her arms. it feels...almost something. almost important. almost a step that she might take, if she knew what ledge it would lead her to.
but as it stands, geralt doesn't elaborate. instead, he closes the tome and yennefer thinks that is that. she can't help the way her shoulders drop a bit with her next exhale, like she missed some opportunity that she wasn't even aware was there, and then-
oh. she blinks, then shakes her head. ] No, I would not consider that ideal. I understand now why you'd rather look over alchemic texts. [ it isn't so much that she means it as a tease, but yennefer flashes him a small smile all the same, before she's back to her work. there's a flurry of movement, her chaos and her unseen servant and her repeated steps over and over making them all feel second nature, even if she's fairly certain she knows exactly where this test is going to lead her. ]
Did you see the birds themselves? Maybe they're the missing- [ whatever her next words were going to be are cut off by a popping sound coming from her most recent mixture, something loud and accompanied by a flash of light. ] Fuck- [ she starts for the table, reaching for what was probably some pail of water or sand. something to stamp out what geralt can only assume is going to be some minor explosion soon to follow. ]