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[vixening]

Who: yennefer + others
When: july
Where: nott + nocwich
What: after the events of the coup and yennefer's escape to nott, she is making due in what she suspects will be her new normal.
Warnings: will update if needed.

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nott.

[vixening]

[ it takes them about a week before they get up off their feet and out of the fish barrels of the stormy gull. yennefer has never been a strict working sort, but with enough whispered conversations, with enough ingredients purchased and tools she brought with her from the castle, and a back-alley potion mixings, and yennefer is able to collect enough coin. it wouldn't be out of place to find yennefer on the streets in the worse off part of town, slipping bottles of potions and healing mixtures, alchemy she'd previously taught in classes within the castle that she was now trading for coin, or food, goods, or something else. it wasn't a lot, it wasn't excess, but it was enough to keep her afloat. to get off her feet.

or - maybe not off her feet. but she isn't sleeping in fish barrel cellars. the ramshackle single room she's now living in isn't much better than the sticks and wooden walls and pig farm she'd been born into all those years ago, but it's also freedom. exhausting, and uncertain, and she's never sure what the next day will bring, but she does have her magic. she does have her wits. and she has her people, as distant as they feel now.

knowing that traveling to Nott is more available now, yennefer can't help but keep her eyes on the crowds, watching for faces she might recognize. people, summoned, who look even the slightest bit out of place. she has to keep her own eyes open, because her image wasn't always the same. her abilities did not last very long, minutes at most, so yennefer stretched what she could to keep her image as vague and different as possible. she knew how to keep her head down, considering being on the run, being hunted, is not a new feeling for her.

the best chances of finding yennefer are in the streets of Nott, wandering from one area of town to another, stepping into taverns and inns, through markets and stalls. in many ways, she feels the familiar sense of wandering to when she'd carried godhood. a constant movement. part of her feels listless, temporary, drifting through the muddy streets of Nott. but a larger part, another part, feels almost like she can take a full breath for the first time in years.

the shift is subtle, but it is there. it's just a matter of which of the two parts will stick around. ]

nocwich.

[vixening]

[ one of the things that yennefer had been most worried about was their access to Nocwich. nott, as a city and a location, was not the problem. over the days she's been there, she's grown accustomed to the way things work there, to the city that it is.

but Nocwich...nocwich she wouldn't be kept from. Nocwich she would find her way to, no matter the consequences. so it is a relief when she hears about the portal that's being supplied for them, the chance to see others in person, to know they are safe, and together...

she sends out a slew of messages when she finds out about the nott portal, people who she needs to see in the square. the news of ikorr catches her attention, of course, and she makes a note to search out her contacts if she can during her time, but- her main focus is oleuni square, and whatever direction the portals from the other territories are coming from. ]

istredd.

[vixening]

[ evening after the first day of Nocwich. ]

What the fuck is going on?
Where are you?