[ unfortunately, stephen, any joke you might have with modern context will mean very little to someone from fantasy medieval poland and...a final fantasy. even still, she shoots him an incredulous look before giving a shake to her head. no, she doesn't believe they're faster, or more efficient. and stephen has magic so really - what is he so worried about after all?
still - part of her is much more interested in the eexplanation, though existential dread leaves her almost loudly rolling her eyes. she never realized he was so dramatic, but then again, perhaps his sore legs have left him a bit cranky.
thancred leaves them both with the riddle and yennefer spends a moment or so of that just staring at him, waiting for him to go on, when she's pulled a bit suddenly by the waiting to point further down their path. ] Up there - you're to take a right. You should see it soon enough. [ and then back to the conversation, because she's not quite ready for it to leave. he called them large yellow birds, and yennefer hadn't been sure what she was picturing, but it hadn't been that. ]
Well, yes, but all of that save for the yellow could be said about horses as well. And the bird...do they fly, then? Because I could see the use in that.
[ but don't worry, thancred. the more yennefer learns about them the more confused she's going to be, artistic talents or no. it's around then that the cart starts to shift a bit - in no small part to stephen's weight sending things off-kilter, and yennefer steadies herself with a hand to the railing. ]
Careful- we spent enough coin on all this shit, I'd rather not lose it before we even get there. You didn't break anything, did you? [ said to stephen, and then, because they're far enough up the path of the hill now for her to see the turn in the path, she points towards it again for thancred, sliding a bit closer on the front bench. ] There.
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still - part of her is much more interested in the eexplanation, though existential dread leaves her almost loudly rolling her eyes. she never realized he was so dramatic, but then again, perhaps his sore legs have left him a bit cranky.
thancred leaves them both with the riddle and yennefer spends a moment or so of that just staring at him, waiting for him to go on, when she's pulled a bit suddenly by the waiting to point further down their path. ] Up there - you're to take a right. You should see it soon enough. [ and then back to the conversation, because she's not quite ready for it to leave. he called them large yellow birds, and yennefer hadn't been sure what she was picturing, but it hadn't been that. ]
Well, yes, but all of that save for the yellow could be said about horses as well. And the bird...do they fly, then? Because I could see the use in that.
[ but don't worry, thancred. the more yennefer learns about them the more confused she's going to be, artistic talents or no. it's around then that the cart starts to shift a bit - in no small part to stephen's weight sending things off-kilter, and yennefer steadies herself with a hand to the railing. ]
Careful- we spent enough coin on all this shit, I'd rather not lose it before we even get there. You didn't break anything, did you? [ said to stephen, and then, because they're far enough up the path of the hill now for her to see the turn in the path, she points towards it again for thancred, sliding a bit closer on the front bench. ] There.