[ there hasn't really been an opportunity to be. even after yennefer awoke with those new memories, even after they all came to a point where this - where ciri and her, where she and geralt and ciri (and jaskier) were all what they are. family. them. even after all of that, there was little that they could do.
yennefer was still under the thumb of the queen. distance, and their politics, kept them separate except for stolen time within the horizon. even when they could see each other in person, it had been under secrecy, protected from any possible prying eyes. this moment - this time - is the first that yennefer feels like she can breathe.
really, she's content to stay like this for as long as ciri is content to lean into her, noticing the sheen to ciri's hair with how close she is. the firelight of the tavern glints off it, and yennefer's eyes follow the firelight for a few moments before she seems to sigh, to squeeze ciri a little tighter.
it's the mention of recovering, of war, that... it doesn't ruin the moment, exactly, but it does bring everything outside of this specific space back into focus. she doesn't separate herself from ciri, exactly, but she does pull back enough to look down at the top of ciri's hair, to use one of her hands to reach up and tuck some of it away, to brush out another part. ]
I was worried, when I heard of the cases of Heartwood. But these territories do have a knack for returning to their ways of life.
[ she huffs a bit of a laugh at the collection of questions, finally extracting herself from around ciri to reach for her drink. ]
Well enough. First decent bath I've had in weeks was just about an hour ago. [ does it make her look any less harried? any less exhausted? no. life on the run, for all that it's afforded her, is not easy. ] But I have made my way. And no- I'm not in need of coin. [ she gives ciri a look, a very maternal one. do not worry about me. truth be told, she actually isn't suffering for coin - her side hustle of under the table sales of potions back in nott has afforded her enough to survive. enough to pay her way.
it's no courtly life, and yennefer's clothes are enough of a tell of that, but she also looks more relaxed than she's been in... well. years. ]
I've decided to stay in one of the inns here, for the weekend. Back in Nott I've found a bunk in a boarding house. [ and whether or not ciri gives her a look, yennefer is already waving it away. ] It's temporary, until I know no one's come looking for me or the others. It'll do for now.
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yennefer was still under the thumb of the queen. distance, and their politics, kept them separate except for stolen time within the horizon. even when they could see each other in person, it had been under secrecy, protected from any possible prying eyes. this moment - this time - is the first that yennefer feels like she can breathe.
really, she's content to stay like this for as long as ciri is content to lean into her, noticing the sheen to ciri's hair with how close she is. the firelight of the tavern glints off it, and yennefer's eyes follow the firelight for a few moments before she seems to sigh, to squeeze ciri a little tighter.
it's the mention of recovering, of war, that... it doesn't ruin the moment, exactly, but it does bring everything outside of this specific space back into focus. she doesn't separate herself from ciri, exactly, but she does pull back enough to look down at the top of ciri's hair, to use one of her hands to reach up and tuck some of it away, to brush out another part. ]
I was worried, when I heard of the cases of Heartwood. But these territories do have a knack for returning to their ways of life.
[ she huffs a bit of a laugh at the collection of questions, finally extracting herself from around ciri to reach for her drink. ]
Well enough. First decent bath I've had in weeks was just about an hour ago. [ does it make her look any less harried? any less exhausted? no. life on the run, for all that it's afforded her, is not easy. ] But I have made my way. And no- I'm not in need of coin. [ she gives ciri a look, a very maternal one. do not worry about me. truth be told, she actually isn't suffering for coin - her side hustle of under the table sales of potions back in nott has afforded her enough to survive. enough to pay her way.
it's no courtly life, and yennefer's clothes are enough of a tell of that, but she also looks more relaxed than she's been in... well. years. ]
I've decided to stay in one of the inns here, for the weekend. Back in Nott I've found a bunk in a boarding house. [ and whether or not ciri gives her a look, yennefer is already waving it away. ] It's temporary, until I know no one's come looking for me or the others. It'll do for now.