[ yennefer has never had much issue with travel, had done her fair share of it in every possible way over her decades of life. it is an understood fact, though, that no matter the distance, good conversation makes all distances manageable. and yes, stephen is right, the path they have taken out from nott has gone by quite quickly. so much that yennefer has barely noticed the ride itself that day, too caught up in the comfortable way that they've built up a kind of conversational routine.
when they make it to their next location, thancred and yennefer stay back as stephen goes to set up the device, deciding to rest their horses for a little bit before they head back to the city. yennefer knows a little of nott, and isn't exactly excited for their time there, but if everything goes well they can portal on to borrel quickly after and won't have to remain for long. she and thancred are still mid-conversation when they all come to a stop, as stephen heads off to actually set it all up. he makes some remark over his shoulder, and yennefer finds herself laughing, turning to her horse and finishing tying it to a tree while thancred does the same for his and stephen's horses. ]
Yes, but the issue isn't the wine. As soon as you start to enchant liquid, the potency might increase but the taste will-
[ it's a stupid conversation, something about potions and making alcohol stronger without changing the makeup, something silly and all together not that important but it has kept them entertained.
her eyes are on her horse when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye. it cuts her off from whatever part of her thought she'd planned on moving to next, drawing her attention to the trees around them. something in her tightens, that sense of danger, of something, but she's only just recognized that when she hears the snarl off in the direction of stephen and the device. she grabs for the set of daggers she has sheathed on her saddle and turn just in time to see three, four, maybe more wolf-like creatures stepping out of the roots of the trees around them.
she'd take the time to count them if her attention wasn't immediately drawn to the sharp whine in stephen's direction, the sight of him on the ground, one of the creatures knocked back from where it'd been above him. he seems alright, at least. able to protect himself. but before she can discern much more there is a low growl off to her right, and her hands tighten around the hilts of her weapons. ]
There's too many of them. [ she says under her breath to thancred, her eyes tracing the trees, looking for the source of the growl. waiting for...what, exactly? ]
Stephen? [ she calls out, though she doesn't turn to look for him. ] Are you harmed?
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when they make it to their next location, thancred and yennefer stay back as stephen goes to set up the device, deciding to rest their horses for a little bit before they head back to the city. yennefer knows a little of nott, and isn't exactly excited for their time there, but if everything goes well they can portal on to borrel quickly after and won't have to remain for long. she and thancred are still mid-conversation when they all come to a stop, as stephen heads off to actually set it all up. he makes some remark over his shoulder, and yennefer finds herself laughing, turning to her horse and finishing tying it to a tree while thancred does the same for his and stephen's horses. ]
Yes, but the issue isn't the wine. As soon as you start to enchant liquid, the potency might increase but the taste will-
[ it's a stupid conversation, something about potions and making alcohol stronger without changing the makeup, something silly and all together not that important but it has kept them entertained.
her eyes are on her horse when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye. it cuts her off from whatever part of her thought she'd planned on moving to next, drawing her attention to the trees around them. something in her tightens, that sense of danger, of something, but she's only just recognized that when she hears the snarl off in the direction of stephen and the device. she grabs for the set of daggers she has sheathed on her saddle and turn just in time to see three, four, maybe more wolf-like creatures stepping out of the roots of the trees around them.
she'd take the time to count them if her attention wasn't immediately drawn to the sharp whine in stephen's direction, the sight of him on the ground, one of the creatures knocked back from where it'd been above him. he seems alright, at least. able to protect himself. but before she can discern much more there is a low growl off to her right, and her hands tighten around the hilts of her weapons. ]
There's too many of them. [ she says under her breath to thancred, her eyes tracing the trees, looking for the source of the growl. waiting for...what, exactly? ]
Stephen? [ she calls out, though she doesn't turn to look for him. ] Are you harmed?