[ it does seem a bit like destiny spitting in stephen's face, all things considered. yennefer stands beside thancred and stephen at the bottom of the large bluff, the cliffside, and what has to be their next spot up at the top of it. she isn't nearly as upset over the idea of having to backtrack, as she's used to traveling as well, but she probably sits somewhere in the middle of the two of them - the idea of adding days onto their trip honestly disgusts her. but it isn't the worst thing that could happen.
no, the worst of it is that as yennefer looks up at the bluff - at their next location - she feels the loss of her magic like a punch to the gut. how easily it would be to get up there if she just had her chaos. that she could just get up there, herself. even with how much this place had messed with portals. how much it shifted her magic.
this feeling translates into a tension between her brows, a light edge to her jaw as she turns her attention back to stephen, who is now rifling through the bags. ]
Yes. [ she says, incredulous, as she crosses her arms across her chest. ] And you have to get up there. What are you thinking, Stephen?
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no, the worst of it is that as yennefer looks up at the bluff - at their next location - she feels the loss of her magic like a punch to the gut. how easily it would be to get up there if she just had her chaos. that she could just get up there, herself. even with how much this place had messed with portals. how much it shifted her magic.
this feeling translates into a tension between her brows, a light edge to her jaw as she turns her attention back to stephen, who is now rifling through the bags. ]
Yes. [ she says, incredulous, as she crosses her arms across her chest. ] And you have to get up there. What are you thinking, Stephen?