[ yennefer watches as thancred moves to wave his hand in front of the other figures, watches as they simply don't react to it. this is all very different from yennefer is used to, though her body is still quite tense at the memory of the last time she was anywhere close to this. of the pain of stregebor's fingers pressing into her mind. but when the other figures don't move, when it becomes obvious that she and thancred are simply onlookers to this particular situation.
it's rare, but possible. yennefer's attention remains on the others in this moment, on the moment as the young girl speaks up. addresses them. her eyes move to thancred for just a moment when he says she's one such person, and while yennefer has not yet met this woman, himeka, when he gestures to her yennefer does nod. that is one connection, then. a possible over-arching reaching of this echo ability.
ryne. yennefer turns back to the girl, to the way she holds herself up. the way she wavers, on how she pushes through. yennefer isn't sure if her own reaction that has her chest tightening, or if it is the way thancred seems to almost still at the memory. she doesn't remember thancred mentioning the young girl, remembers the protective, fond way his voice had tilted. ah- ah. yennefer feels her own breath catch in her chest for a moment before she is stepping back to thancred's side, before she sets a hand on his arm. comforting - at last she hopes. i'm sorry in this moment goes unspoken, but thancred has a high chance of seeing it in yennefer's eyes. in the small squeeze of her hand. ]
How long ago was this?
[ it doesn't make it any easier, she knows. she's lived a long enough life to know some wounds never close. but she is curious, all the same. ]
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it's rare, but possible. yennefer's attention remains on the others in this moment, on the moment as the young girl speaks up. addresses them. her eyes move to thancred for just a moment when he says she's one such person, and while yennefer has not yet met this woman, himeka, when he gestures to her yennefer does nod. that is one connection, then. a possible over-arching reaching of this echo ability.
ryne. yennefer turns back to the girl, to the way she holds herself up. the way she wavers, on how she pushes through. yennefer isn't sure if her own reaction that has her chest tightening, or if it is the way thancred seems to almost still at the memory. she doesn't remember thancred mentioning the young girl, remembers the protective, fond way his voice had tilted. ah- ah. yennefer feels her own breath catch in her chest for a moment before she is stepping back to thancred's side, before she sets a hand on his arm. comforting - at last she hopes. i'm sorry in this moment goes unspoken, but thancred has a high chance of seeing it in yennefer's eyes. in the small squeeze of her hand. ]
How long ago was this?
[ it doesn't make it any easier, she knows. she's lived a long enough life to know some wounds never close. but she is curious, all the same. ]