[ no, there is no longer that sense of urgency to her where the politics of thorne are concerned. or, rather, it's not a lack of urgency so much as a lack of her own fear. without her chaos, she'd been desperate to keep what power she had, desperate to keep any weakness hidden, desperate to live up a lie she knew would come to an end. with that behind her, with that behind them, the prioritizing of her place at court and her connection to the queen has fallen quite drastically and with it her boredom.
she will not be sloppy, of course. she knows the dangers she has and holds and what will occur if something does slip, but somehow even that feels less impossible (and perhaps it is because she does, indeed, feel less alone).
even so, her focus is instead on the dragons. on the alchemy of it all. her interest in the work hasn't dwindled with the return of her magic, and honestly, really and truly and honestly, she prefers to have something like this she can actually do. politics be damned, maybe she just wants to fix something for once. anything. or at least play a part in doing so.
geralt was going to answer her, she'd watched him open his mouth to do as much, but the subsequent near-explosion and sudden movement and both of their sudden reflexes to spare the more flammable materials on her desk have her nearly forgetting about it. instead, geralt cocks a brow at her, and yennefer returns it with a kind of scrunch of her face, an unspoken oh, fuck off. and then they are both moving to clean up the mess. yenenfer's attention is on the now-ruined materials while geralt steps to clean up the puddle. it is a subconscious sort of acknowledgement in her, how well they work together now. how it feels normal, in some way. ]
Do we know if they existed before the blight? Or are they magic left over as the land fell to ash? [ if they are tendrils of the singularity in some form or fashion, then part of her wonders if their aid to the dragons is working against whatever agenda the singularity may or may not have. not that she cares, in the end - they're here for a job and she plans on seeing it through, whatever the implications. ]
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she will not be sloppy, of course. she knows the dangers she has and holds and what will occur if something does slip, but somehow even that feels less impossible (and perhaps it is because she does, indeed, feel less alone).
even so, her focus is instead on the dragons. on the alchemy of it all. her interest in the work hasn't dwindled with the return of her magic, and honestly, really and truly and honestly, she prefers to have something like this she can actually do. politics be damned, maybe she just wants to fix something for once. anything. or at least play a part in doing so.
geralt was going to answer her, she'd watched him open his mouth to do as much, but the subsequent near-explosion and sudden movement and both of their sudden reflexes to spare the more flammable materials on her desk have her nearly forgetting about it. instead, geralt cocks a brow at her, and yennefer returns it with a kind of scrunch of her face, an unspoken oh, fuck off. and then they are both moving to clean up the mess. yenenfer's attention is on the now-ruined materials while geralt steps to clean up the puddle. it is a subconscious sort of acknowledgement in her, how well they work together now. how it feels normal, in some way. ]
Do we know if they existed before the blight? Or are they magic left over as the land fell to ash? [ if they are tendrils of the singularity in some form or fashion, then part of her wonders if their aid to the dragons is working against whatever agenda the singularity may or may not have. not that she cares, in the end - they're here for a job and she plans on seeing it through, whatever the implications. ]