[ she is out of practice, she's noticed. whereas before she had spent days, weeks, months, years, decades with a controlled expression and withheld tongue, a mask put on for the royal families, the political messes, in part it feels like something of another lifetime. it certainly has been long enough, both back on the continent and the weeks she's spent here in thorne since her dream, that a day like today feels a bit like a decade in and of itself.
yennefer has played her part, and her act is flawless. but here, in the quiet off-hours of the lounge tents, she welcomes the quiet. welcomes the peace her bottle of wine gives her. slowly and in small increments, feels herself relax again. or at least - attempt to - if not for the way each new voice seems to draw her eyes upwards, the way she checks the door. if anything she's aware enough of her surroundings to know when she's been approached, and a glance up from where she'd been staring at her goblet of wine shows her the face of a man she is sure she's seen, if only at a distance, back at the castle. a summoned, certainly, and one in thorne. ]
I'm not expecting anyone, no.
[ she gestures to the empty table space and bench across from her, though it's not quite an invitation. just as she doesn't quite say that she doesn't mind. perhaps because a part of her does, even if another part of her is almost drawn to the idea of company, and her curiosity is piqued enough.
with a slight glance to see if he's going to take a seat or not, she takes another sip from her wine. ]
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yennefer has played her part, and her act is flawless. but here, in the quiet off-hours of the lounge tents, she welcomes the quiet. welcomes the peace her bottle of wine gives her. slowly and in small increments, feels herself relax again. or at least - attempt to - if not for the way each new voice seems to draw her eyes upwards, the way she checks the door. if anything she's aware enough of her surroundings to know when she's been approached, and a glance up from where she'd been staring at her goblet of wine shows her the face of a man she is sure she's seen, if only at a distance, back at the castle. a summoned, certainly, and one in thorne. ]
I'm not expecting anyone, no.
[ she gestures to the empty table space and bench across from her, though it's not quite an invitation. just as she doesn't quite say that she doesn't mind. perhaps because a part of her does, even if another part of her is almost drawn to the idea of company, and her curiosity is piqued enough.
with a slight glance to see if he's going to take a seat or not, she takes another sip from her wine. ]