[The note's practically plunged into his scarred hands before he understands what's happening, eyebrows raising in surprise as he whirls on a heel to track what he's reasonably sure was Yennefer's apprentice passing him by. He doesn't even get the chance to ask what it's for, she's already turned disappeared 'round the corner of the castle hall, and Stephen can't help but think to himself, Poor girl needs a break.
He's reading the note only moments later, his curiosity demanding that he pause everything else to see what's so important — and a familiar script looks up at him, scrawled plainly on the note itself, not so much asking for his presence than expecting it.
Looks like it's time to add "find a nice bottle of wine" to his to-do list for the day.
Nighttime comes quickly enough; time never slows for those overburdened with ongoing tasks in the castle, but the gardens offer a semblance of peace and quiet found nowhere else. As though time itself has stopped for those seeking refuge from the hustle and bustle and expectation hung so heavily above their heads, stilled completely in the open, pleasant area hemmed with bright blossoms that climb wooden lattices and hang from well-kept archways.
Stephen passes under one such archway, seeking out Yennefer. As requested, he carries a bottle of wine by the neck, its label scrawled with gold-leafed lettering and harkening back to a year he certainly has no real context for. But it's of a vintage, high quality, and he's sure his company for the night would expect absolutely nothing less.]
COME HERE YOU
He's reading the note only moments later, his curiosity demanding that he pause everything else to see what's so important — and a familiar script looks up at him, scrawled plainly on the note itself, not so much asking for his presence than expecting it.
Looks like it's time to add "find a nice bottle of wine" to his to-do list for the day.
Nighttime comes quickly enough; time never slows for those overburdened with ongoing tasks in the castle, but the gardens offer a semblance of peace and quiet found nowhere else. As though time itself has stopped for those seeking refuge from the hustle and bustle and expectation hung so heavily above their heads, stilled completely in the open, pleasant area hemmed with bright blossoms that climb wooden lattices and hang from well-kept archways.
Stephen passes under one such archway, seeking out Yennefer. As requested, he carries a bottle of wine by the neck, its label scrawled with gold-leafed lettering and harkening back to a year he certainly has no real context for. But it's of a vintage, high quality, and he's sure his company for the night would expect absolutely nothing less.]