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[vixening]

Who: yennefer + others
When: september
Where: castle thorne + the horizon
What: after the events of the nocwich, and the retaliation from all sides, yennefer keeps busy. ota unless specified otherwise.
Warnings: yennefer's bad moods, etc.

Comments

recovery; (first week after nocwich)

[vixening]

[ yennefer does not remember how she arrived back to the castle - the force of the backfired protection spell hitting her directly, and in turn pushing her back into the cloud of poison, her unconscious body taking each breath of the cloud that had been dissipating just as the explosion had occurred. the force of that, in addition to the poison itself, takes their toll on her body - and what makes it back through the portal to thorne is bruised and battered, harbored breathing and out cold.

despite the best efforts of the healers in thorne, yennefer does not regain consciousness for another day or so, and even when she does, it does not make her time there any easier. she will remain in the infirmary to rest and heal for the entire next week, though a good amount of her time spent there will be anything but restful, as she is inherently distrustful of the thornean medics and will be refusing most of what they will try to do, preferring her own healing potions (no matter how much less potent they might be). the pain and her exhaustion will make her irritable and short-tempered, so anyone who wishes to come visit her during these days, especially on the earlier end of the week, will find a less than pleasant yennefer to interact with.

there will be a lack of any blame laid anywhere, though, no matter the discussions around her about the cities and the impending war. if anything, she will be a bit cool and quick to snap to end any and all discussion about the attack made by the queen, something that she will quickly attribute to her general bad mood. though, of course, upon learning about grigory's unfortunate end, yennefer will seem almost lighter. more pleasant. even if it is short lived.

anyone who comes to visit might also find yennefer's two apprentices making frequent, hurried visits to the infirmary as well. they do not escape her moods either, despite her sick leave. ]

[provenforce]

[ Rey hasn't made it known that she has the ability to heal. It was something she learned from hours pouring over the Jedi texts and months of practice. She'd never healed anything more dire than a burn received from a hot engine part, but she knew she was capable of more. She could feel it, every time she healed someone, that if she pushed a little more she could heal hurts that they didn't even know they had, wipe away scars years old if she so chose to.

When it became clear that the healers were only so much help and Yennefer was refusing further treatment, Rey decided to speak up. She'd visited a few times, but this time she comes with a purpose. Sitting down at Yennefer's bedside she clears her throat. ]

I can help you heal faster, if you'll let me.

[vixening]

[ all of their previous meetings have been somewhat short - yennefer had met rey back when she first arrived in thorne, and she was vaguely aware of the connection she had to kylo as well. that her connection to the force, as anakin had described it, was something altogether different and powerful and unique. but with yennefer's studies and whatever it was that rey found herself up to in the castle, there hadn't been much room to follow up. to understand.

so, instead, yennefer had added that to the ongoing list of summoned to follow up with, when she wasn't slowly working herself back together after the attacked and failed protection spell.

this isn't the first time rey has come by, either, but chances are that yennefer wasn't really in a mood to be handling visitors for much of those first few meetings, anyway, her frustration over her lack of magic and lack of ability to heal herself one of the most difficult things for her to come to terms with.

which is why, when rey comes and sits with purpose beside her bed, yennefer's brow furrows. ]

What do you mean by that? [ she says, sitting up. one of her attendants steps through the door, and yennefer shoots the poor woman a dark look, and the nurse immediately turns and leaves, leaving rey and yennefer alone. ] You can heal?

[londonbound]

[ He's been there almost from the very beginning. Not the first night, in all the chaos, of course. Nor the second, feeling unwell and too scattered to be of much help.

But by the third day, frustrated at his own delayed ability to do anything at all, Rhy has insisted on helping at the infirmary again. It's a place he's very familiar with, after spending months learning here from the healers, only tentatively at first, and then with more conviction. It's odd, thinking he's got an apprenticeship, but technically, that is what this is. He still doesn't feel like he belongs.

None of that matters. The creeping imposter syndrome is a problem for later, in the dark of his own bed when he can't sleep. Right now, he is in full concentration, assisting the healers with menial tasks, mixing potions per instructions (he's no alchemist, himself) and watching over those who are resting here.

Yennefer is possibly the worst of them. As another Summoned in the castle, Rhy's concern for her feels a little more... personal isn't word, but perhaps a bit more invested. Especially since she'd been the delegate. Maybe he's just projecting his worry for Jaskier, whom he can't help from this distance.

Either way, he's been a constant presence most of the week. There's no sign of the flighty, flirty young man he usually turns into outside these walls; within the infirmary, he takes his duties with all seriousness. ]

Yennefer? [ his voice is gentle when he approaches, setting a basin of clean, warm water on her nightstand, along with a washcloth and towel. ]

Are you awake?

[vixening]

[ chances are that if rhy has spent any extended period around yennefer's infirmary room, there's a good chance he's heard her. comments from the other mages, murmurs about her temper, distant yelling and then someone leaving the room in a rush. after the first day or so, it becomes increasing obvious that yennefer is not going to accept the traditional thorean manner of healing, which sends everyone into a rush once again.

either way, when rhy approaches the room, yennefer does not immediately rush into sharp tones and angry words. if anything, she seems exhausted, her outbursts taking just as much out of her as her injuries have. still, when he steps up to her bed, she does sit up to see who it is, a kind of tension through her as if prepared for a fight, but upon seeing him step thread with water and a towel, she seems to exhale a bit. ]

Rhy- yes, I'm awake, you're welcome in.

[funbreaker]

[ In the first day or so following the attack, Thancred checks in at the infirmary as often as he can risk without earning such ire from the chirurgeons that he is magically banned from returning. They do their best to give him updates based on what they know of Yennefer's condition, and if nothing else, at least there is never any question of whether or not she will pull through.

It is simply a matter of time, no more and no less, and he has little choice but to be patient.

Finally, when he returns early in the morning he is informed that Yennefer awoke in the night. He is warned that she is still healing and may not be in the mood for visitors, but he doesn't have to stay long if she doesn't wish it. She can order him out, scream for him to leave, or anything in between. He simply needs to see her, to hear her voice, and perhaps lighten his conscience as well.

One of the healers begrudgingly leads him to her bed. He's quick to grab a nearby chair and drag it over so he can sit close at hand. He gives her a pinched smile, relieved to find her awake and yet pushing past that ever-present guilt weighing down on his chest. ]

Well, you gave us quite the fright. I'm heartened to see everything is where it should be, at least.

[ No missing limbs or eyes. It may be a low bar, but she's cleared it. ]

[vixening]

[ for better or for worse, the majority of yennefer's ire is pointedly directed at the fussing hands and incapable magic of the healers. it is not entirely their fault, so much as it is yennefer's distrust of anyone setting their hands on her, and especially of magic that she is not in control of being done on her. it reminds her too heavily of stregebor, of the voleth mier, of illusions forced into her. and while she knows - because she does - that healing is very different, and very much needed given her current state, she just...

she doesn't want them touching her. not when there is the slightest chance they might be able to sense her lack of magic, not when it would give them access to too much else. so yennefer, in line with the reputation she has surrounding her, turns up her nose. pushes away the help of others and requires them to fetch her own healing potions, no matter how underpowered and at times inefficient it is. this decision, added to her exhaustion and pain, have her in the worst of spirits, thus the very delicately worded she may not be in the mood for visitors.

( there may be an additional layer to all of this, too. of the fact that it had been the summoned who had acted against her, of the fact that if she just had her magic she would have been able to protect herself. of the knowledge that she was out cold, unconscious, for so long. it feels a bit too out of control, for her. a bit too much like everything she's worked to build is slipping through her fingers. like her guard fell just too far down, that she now has to work to put right again. )

when the door opens, yennefer's ire is immediately redirected towards it, telling off the mage accompanying thancred with a are you deaf, or just slow? that only seems to soften when her eyes fall to thancred himself, who is already grabbing a chair and dragging it close. quickly, yennefer dismisses whoever it was that had brought him in, turning back to him as he's settled, the fury in her eyes dissipating so something much closer to exhaustion and pain. ]

I do like to make an exit. [ there is the barest hint of a smile when she says it, that is gone just as quickly as she winces, sitting back in her bed. ] But yes, despite the attacker's best efforts, everything has remained relatively where it is supposed to be.

[sorser]

[It takes all the patience he has to wait until Yennefer’s recovered enough to actually humor visitors, though not quite enough patience to wait until she’s in the mood for them. But it’ll have to do — he’s ready to bear her impatience, likely still born of soreness and pain, for the sake of making sure she’s all right. Even after word made rounds through the castle that she’d recover reached his ears, he’s felt a restlessness crawling about under his skin, and he knows it cannot be quelled until he’s seen her.

So, one day, in the morning, a familiar face saunters into the infirmary—]

I hear you’re not exactly an ideal patient, Yennefer.

[He’s had those in his time, though he can’t exactly blame her. His smile, as he approaches, is wry and a little empathetic. He doesn’t hide the way his eyes sweep to assess her, though neither does his relief as he moves crosses closer to her bedside.]

…But I’m glad they’re finally allowing visitors.

[vixening]

[ it has been a couple of days by this point, and while yennefer is objectively aware of her own physical limitations (the fact she can't be up on her feet for more than a few minutes at a time, the bruised and lacerated parts of her that shoot searing pain through her whenever she tries to move more than a couple of inches at a time, the way the pain makes her head spin, her body too weak to really fight against it. not like she has before), still she finds herself annoyed by them. frustrated by them. angered, in a lot of ways.

it makes for a volatile atmosphere, mages and healers who have been tasked with her recovery preferring to keep their heads down and say very little, hoping that her focus will shift somewhere else until they have time enough to leave. and then other days, like this one, where it doesn't matter how lightly they tread. ]

Get out! [ she nearly screams, the sounds of crashing following soon after what Stephen can probably assume is something being thrown. ] I don't care about your teachings! I won't- [ another crash, this time it's one of the mages stumbling back into a piece of furniture as they hasten their way towards the door, nodding once in polite greeting as they step out behind stephen and back into the castle.

yennefer is breathing a bit heavily where she's sat up on her bed, looking pale and exhausted and furious. so much so that she barely recognizes his voice when he first speaks, I hear you're not exactly the ideal patient, and some of that anger lingers in her eyes when she turns her attention to him, burning hot and bright, and then all bit dissipating entirely when she sees his face. ]

It isn't my doing that I'm being looked after by impecibles. [ she mutters in response to his comment, but she does seem to be calming, more of the state of her making its way through as the pain and exhaustion fill the space left behind as the anger leaves her. ] If I had my way...

[ stephen will know what yennefer means when she says my way, and that it is directly related to her own chaos, her magic. if I only had access is what she actually means, but will never say within these walls. ]

[soothsighs]

( The mood in Thorne is dark.

Rightly so, Urianger thinks, as the news breaks across the city that the queen has launched a counter-attack in a rain of fire; as news of plotting and intrigue and murder most foul creep through the back alleys of the kingdom. Even a new arrival such as Urianger hasn't quite managed to escape the chaos — seems all the more inclined to court it, even, knowing that not only was Himeka's life put in danger but so was that of one of Thancred's dear friends.

Yennefer.

Urianger's excuse to visit is that he's lending his efforts to learning the healing arts of Thorne. His own magics may be returning to him, slowly but surely, however he's never shirked an opportunity to add to his repertoire, dire as the circumstances might be for him to have need to practice them. He asks about Thorne's delegate and is directed towards one of the few spaces afforded a little extra privacy; no visitors at the moment, apparently, and so he decides to get the ball rolling on an introduction. He's unusually tall, graceful in his movements, and dressed in throat-to-floor black, the motif of Death decorating the left side of his robes in gold embroidery. The archon tattoo that Yennefer might have seen on Thancred's throat is visible against his right cheek behind the fall of ash-blond hair.

Promise he's not the Grim Reaper, Yen. He's just an Elezen mystic nerd 8') )

I prithee forgive mine intrusion, Mistress Yennefer.

( Urianger inclines his head in a small bow, one hand moving to rest at his breast in a gesture of greeting. )

My name is Urianger Augurelt — an associate of one Thancred Waters, whom I believe thou knowest.

( Golden eyes assess her quickly and clinically — the gaze of a healer falling into the old habit of patient scrutiny. It isn't that he doesn't trust Thorne's chirurgeons to be doing the best they can, of course, but no amount of reports on a patient's health can settle concerns as much as first-hand observations. Apparently satisfied for the time being, Urianger's attention flits back to her face as he continues on: )

Mine arrival in this place hath led to much conversation between us, and thy name hath been mentioned as a friend. 'Tis mine intent to greet thee likewise, in friendship, and to offer mine assistance in any way that might be of use to thee.

( He gestures towards one of the nearby chairs and raises an eyebrow in question. )

May I sit?

[vixening]

[ yennefer is not particularly keyed into the mood around the castle since their return from nocwich. as much as she tries to listen in on the murmurs of rumors and whispers from the mages who attend to her, she is decidedly cut off from information, updated only when those who come to visit her bring along updates with their concerns. as much as yennefer hates this - the bed, the room, the little privacy she's afforded, the uselessness of not being able to heal herself - until she's able to retain enough energy to get up out of this damn bed, she doesn't see a lot of other options.

does it mean she takes any of this well? no. she's been nothing short of a nightmare since she woke up. but she hasn't left yet - which does mean that when she gets a visitor, it feels a bit like a reprieve, at first. at least until she glances over and very specifically does not recognize the tall figure in the doorway. Urianger Augurelt he calls himself, and yennefer's brow creases as she sits up a bit on her bed. ]

An associate of Thancred's? [ she asks, unsure, as she takes in what she can. the black clothes, the death imagery, the tattoo. oh, she does recognize that, which means that this is someone from thancred's world. ]

You're a new Summoned. [ she says, without explicitly confirming or denying. urianger may or may not look over her, and will find her to be on the third or fourth day of her healing. it does appear she's turning down most, if not all, of the healing magic offered to her by the mages of thorne, but she will be alright. if anything, he probably gets a good look at the stubborn cut of her jaw, the way she is very specifically not giving him anything by way of her body language.

but urianger continues, mentions his conversations with thancred, that he wants to talk to her as a friend, and yennefer's chest tightens. she remembers the last conversation she had with thancred, and wonders if this is...well. she's not sure. but that tension doesn't quite go away.

when he gestures towards the chair, asks to sit, yennefer thinks for a brief moment before nodding once. go ahead. ] And what assistance would that be?

classes; (second-fourth week of september)

[vixening]

[ the very moment she is allowed, yennefer will be leaving the infirmary and making her way to her studies as soon as she is able. experiments will immediately start on the sap that ikorr has bequeathed thorne, to an almost obsessive degree. at the same time, yennefer will also begin scheduling once weekly classes that focus on herbology and alchemy open to both thornean students and summoned alike, but where it concerns the summoned she will also be opening up more of her time for lessons in magic in general, which the general thornean students are not allowed to attend.

it is during this second week of the month that yennefer will meep with a thornean official and give her interview regarding the events of nocwich, will be kept straightforward, unbiased, and will lack any free-cities specific information. even as the attacks on the fields between the castle and not leave thorne on fire. yennefer, rather than joining in on the trips out to the fields, will increase production on healing and fire-retardant potions to the best of her ability, which she will be giving to any summoned who come to find her before they leave.

outside of her classes and her potion making, yennefer will be diving headfirst into studying - alchemy, yes, but also the singularity, the history of different types of magic, with a specific interest in stories that involve discovering, or suddenly having access to, magic where there hadn't been before.

feel free to find her either rummaging through the library or working away in her classroom during these weeks. she may seem distracted, and exhausted, and may be sporting a few remaining echoes of the injuries she sustained at the beginning of the month, but will otherwise be in a much better mood than she was then. ]

Wildcardish, second week

[magicalarchaeologist]

[ Istredd does look in on Yennefer while healing although he knows better than to actually get into her space and bother her. He simply wants to make certain she is breathing, that she is mending, and she can probably feel his presence nearby. But he is not interested in being someone to irritate her and hover unnecessarily, although his panic over her near-death was very genuine. Luckily he and Stephen did do theirs, and he encouraged others to do the same.

Despite keeping his distance, he knows where she is and what she is doing. He does not want to approach her about what he knows now until she is feeling better and back at work, which of course she pushes herself to be right away. His fear has turned into frustration and a little bit of anger, rare for him although she has always been amazing at setting it off. Istredd does not give her another telepathic message, that was only for an emergency, but he leaves a note for her in one of the books she has been studying. ]

Yennefer, meet me in the room. We have to talk. Istredd. That is all it says, simple and to the point.

[The room is where she took him during the reunion, secret and unable to be eavesdropped on. What they have to talk about is completely private and can't be spread around no matter what. While Istredd has been deeply troubled by what the Queen did, it is nothing new for monarchs and for Spheres about to be at war. Different Sphere, same problems. It is not his business, although he does help when needed with the fires. His abilities make him a good assistant with that.

His focus remains the Singularity. All of these in-world problems will not matter if the entity that keeps all of it together becomes tarnished. Istredd has to go and see it, and he will, some day soon. He is, in fact, reading a book when she does eventually join him, since he would be doing that anyway. He is pacing while he does so, able to do just about anything with his nose in a book from long practice. He can be patient, but she knows that he is aware of her magic now. Or the lack thereof. He hopes that will be incentive enough.

Istredd turns when he hears someone step into the space as well and immediately snaps the book closed, setting it aside to face her. ]

[vixening]

[ istredd does not go unnoticed in his lurking, as much as he may or may not be trying to hide it. it is in part because as much as yennefer would deny it, she usually is quite unable to not notice his presence when he's close by. but he makes a smart decision not to interfere, as yennefer's anger is on full display for those first few days, and even in the days following. she has little patience for the thornean mages on a good day, and even less so when she is in a somewhat constant state of pain that she refuses to accept help for. her own potions pale in comparison to the healing offered to her, but it's the principle of the matter.

it takes some time before she's able to get up on her feet (thanks to the help of another summoned), and even then she dives back into her work. into the sap they'd received from ikorr, into the properties it could possess. it helps focus as her body continues to heal, helps keep her mind off of the places it goes to - about how she should have seen it coming, how she should have protected herself, how this castle and these people and these summoned are all the same. they are in it for themselves, and only themselves, and she hadn't realized just how much of her guard had been lowered until this.

it means that yennefer is distracted from the truths of it. that she's not exactly thinking of istredd, or what he now knows now without a doubt. she has work, and for a time, that work is easier than the rest.

which is to say - she's not exactly surprised to find the note tucked into one of her books, but she also wasn't expecting it, either - a conversation she is not exactly looking forward to, but knows that within the walls of this castle she can't avoid for much longer, either. so upon receiving the note, yennefer finishing the few things she was doing, sending her apprentices off on another job, searching for another book or so from the libraries, and she heads off towards kylo's study room, ignoring just how much she doesn't want to have this talk, but also knowing that the information would come out soon enough. it is that acceptance that she steps inside and closes the door to the study behind her, watching as istredd comes to a stop and turns to the door as she enters.

her brows are up at his expression, slightly impatient (she wants to get this over with). ]

Well?

[stations]

( Sometime around the third week, Yennefer will get a gentle, unobtrusive (read: awkward) knock on her classroom door. At the threshold, a skinny guy — mostly remarkably average at first glance, save for the fact that he's got tired bruises under his eyes and, if one looks closely, a few missing appendages. The smallest finger on his left hand has clearly been severed, his right leg below the knee is a prosthetic dreamt into existence for him by Ronan. Beneath that, if she can get a sense for this kind of thing, is energy. Strange, deep, old power practically steeped into his bones.

He's a summoned, that much is probably obvious, but not one that matters, not one she'll have seen much of before, probably.

It's mostly at Kyle's prompting that he's here, definitely not because he's the social sort. Further demonstrated by the fact that he starts the conversation out with: )

Knock knock.

( A pause. )

I don't know why I said that, I literally just knocked. That wasn't the set-up to a joke, I just shouldn't... say words to people. Sorry. Um.

( Pump the brakes. Put it in reverse. Try again.

Lame attempt number two: )

Hi.

[vixening]

[ she is set up in her classroom space when he arrives, standing behind her almost cluttered desk and working on one of her more recent experiments. the room is set up like a classroom in the sense that there are tables and chairs taking up most of the space, but there is very little else that would give it away.

except for word of mouth, except for summoneds, coming to find her. which is partially why, when the knock comes, she is not immediately on her guard - lifting her gaze to the door briefly before ushering in whoever it is that's standing there.

yennefer finishes her work before wiping her hands on a rag set off to the side of her materials, walking around the table as he approaches and taking her first solid look at him. a boy, at first glance, unassuming and average and unassuming. if it weren't for the prosthetic that she can immediately tell is ronan's, she would assume him a thornean. but that small clue, in addition to what she can feel in her gut is an old, powerful, hidden amount of magic seeping from him, is enough to keep her from telling him to leave and that she's too busy.

as it stands, she has made the decision to open her services for any of the summoned, so all she can really do is watch as he stumbles his way through an introduction. ]

I take it you're here for alchemy lessons?

[thedevilwhorose]

[He'd referred to Yennefer as being a terrible patient to Kyle and she's only proving his point with returning to her duties as soon as she is able.

Lucifer is hardly one to judge her, and anyway he doesn't show up to give her a hard time. Doesn't even ask how she's doing, or all the needless concern he's sure she's used to answering by now.

Right back to business--that's the only kindness he can offer her.]

At the time I didn't think I'd care about what Ikorr had to offer. [That's his greeting.] But vitality sap, well, I suppose I could've used that. I heard you were providing lessons about it?

[vixening]

[ whether or not she will admit it (read as: she will not), yennefer does appreciate the approach. all business is all she really wants to deal with, and she's been tired of the ceaseless worry since the first day she woke up.

lucifer picked a good time to approach her as well, as yennefer's entire demeanor has actually gotten much more manageable the longer she's out of the infirmary. so, as he finds his way into the office space she's settled into, her brow arches. ]

I am providing lessons, yes. [ the urge to push back is still there, of course. to ask him how his lullaby research is going. but yennefer does believe there is use in knowing this, especially for the summoned, so she walks around the desk towards him. ] Have you studied alchemy before?

fourth week classes

[ushiri]

[ Her name is one he's heard mentioned throughout Castle Thorne since he arrived. More than a few threads lead back to her, and Lucifer had been particularly concerned about making sure their task was complete in Nocwich so that she wouldn't be left unprotected.

The month has been busy, and he's left himself almost no idle time in between errands here and time spent in Nott to assist.

He might as well try to kill two birds with one stone now.

After students file out he gives a slow knock on the open door to announce his presence. A tall, lithe man that looks to be in his late twenties to early thirties. He's dressed neatly, hair tied back. A cut on his cheek is healing, and though he's washed his face clean his lips are slightly chapped, his eyes slightly reddened from the exposure of heat and smoke throughout the weeks.

Like his his more clumsy roommate, she might sense something from him: tethered to an elsewhere place, power spoken in the language of blood and bones. Old scars pattern the backs on his hands. ]

I'm sorry I missed your class. [ He ducks his head as he apologizes, then raises his eyebrows in question. ] But I was wondering if you might have any time for other lessons. Personal protection spells...

[vixening]

[ the attendees file out and yennefer busies herself with righting her desk back to the way it had been, the examples and the books she had pulled free finding their place back where they belong. the knock at the door does bring her attention away from it, but only for a moment, noticing the young man at the door that she doesn't actually remember meeting until this point.

it's enough to cause her to pause in her movements, to actually draw her attention to said door as the young man apologies for missing the class. it pulls something of an arched brow from her, unsure if she should be offended that he didn't bother attending, or if she will just have to cut him off before he asks for private lessons. it's not until he continues that she gets that feeling, that sort of drawing in her gut of something more, and he continues.

personal protection spells.

alright, she's interested now. yennefer walks around to the front of her desk and crosses her arms over her chest, still curious. still trying to decide how she wishes to react. ] I might, but it depends- on your prior experience, if you are one to usually miss class, what you need protection from... [ she waits for a moment, but then something clicks, like she makes a decision without waiting for him to fully answer. she gestures him further in, away from the door. ]

library (mid September)

[harmonian]

[Sasarai sits at a table in the library with a stack of books on either side. This is not an unusual sight for anyone who frequents the place, though he is visibly more tired than usual.

He's been going out to Nott to assist in putting out the fires and using his magic to erect fire barricades. The usage of his Rune combined with long nights spent worrying has left him worn down.

He stifles another yawn as he gently leafs through a history book then looks up to see Yennefer perusing a stack nearby.]

I'm glad to see you up and about.

[northerndragon]

[It’s hard for Jon. He has never wished to be a maester, and sometimes it seems like they now expect him to be, with these classes in herbs and alchemy and other sorts of magic. But it is undeniable that magic is part of him now — maybe it has been since he was pulled out of death — and as such, he tries to keep his mind from wandering as he is taught. Anything he learns might be useful.

And any aid might be useful as well, when he learns that he’ll be going out to stop a fire as well as he can. A relief that Mat and Hennessy will be with him, but concerning nonetheless. He knows more about starting a fire these days than stopping one.]

My lady, they told me to see you for the potion against fires.

[He has only spoken directly to her before within the confines of the classroom. He knows that her name is Yennefer, and that she has strange eyes, and that in recent days, something hurt her.]

Second Week

[a_better_man]

[Mat almost didn't show up. He visited Yennefer while she recovered in the infirmary, not bothered by her ill temper - who in the world would blame her? He's been stuck in a sickbed, he knows how miserable it is. No one's all that much fun when they're laid low by ailment or injury.

But once the retaliation happens, he's been doing his best to help. To varying degrees of success. Fire and he are no friends, and to be close to it...it's taking a toll. As is the greater, general situation. War coming on the wind, the separation between himself and loved ones elsewhere even more felt and pronounced. The urge to simply stay in bed and do nothing is strong. So is the urge to seek something to settle his mind, which Mat will not do. He'll drink for fun and he'll drink with friends but he will not drink because he wants to feel better. He knows where that leads. Anyhow, the good lady may be pissed off at him if he doesn't show up for his usual lesson.

So he does slump his way into the classroom where Yennefer holds classes, looking particularly disheveled and unkempt. Dark circles gather under his eyes and he's put little effort into dressing, just shrugging on loose linen trousers and a plain gray shirt. But he's shown up, just in case. He knows she's busy, and may not have the time or energy for a lesson with him.]

horizon; (all month)

[vixening]

[ while yennefer's ability to return to the horizon unassisted was something she discovered after the nightmares had finally relaxed, there hadn't been much time for her to spend time there.

which means that even as yennefer is in her recovery bed, or after when she has returned to her semi-normal schedule about the castle, she will find some time to return to the horizon almost every other day. no longer does her form flicker in and out, her connection now firm and solid as she wanders throughout the horizon space. she will be spending some time wandering through various domains, curious as to the levels at which each of the other summoneds' imaginations been extended. or, if she isn't wandering, she can be found spending a lot of time in jaskier's domain specifically, either down in the wine cellars or out in the grass around the large oak.

if you run into her in the horizon, there will be no trace of the injuries she is still healing from back in thorne. rather, yennefer will be sporting a purple travelers cloak, though unlike in those images, she will be very clean and will smell nice, thank you very much. ]

[impressionism]

[ Hennessy's been spending a lot of time in the Horizon lately, to the point where it's made her go a little stir-crazy. She doesn't tend to wander far afield, but she's out for a walk along the edges of her own domain when she spots a familiar figure and, feeling particularly rubbish about how everything went down at Nocwich, contemplates ducking behind some strange foliage -- all the foliage in her domain is strange, honestly -- until she's no longer at risk of being spotted.

She likes Yennefer, though, and she'd been worried, though she'd never be willing to say it. So she waves to the other woman and approaches as though she didn't feel a bit like sinking into the ground and letting it swallow her whole. ]

Yennefer, hey; glad to see you're back on your feet. What brings you out this way?

[ Hennessy's domain is a strange mashup of weird plants constructing a large garden of sorts around an even weirder house. Looking at the house itself for too long is likely to make one's head hurt unless they're used to improbable geometry, and the plants are all highly imaginary in nature and tend to err on the side of looking faintly poisonous. It's not the most welcoming of domains, but it is different. ]