[ yennefer follows as the creature is passed off from geralt to jaskier, amusement still light across her cheeks as she watches them. it feels...a bit domestic, doesn't it? watching them interact with this small creature. the bard's new obsession geralt says, and while yennefer wants to ask further, instead her eyes follow the witcher as he sits on the edge of the table. as he remains close. it's a good thing too, though, as she wonders if she would have caught his quiet voice when he asks to see her magic. yennefer recognizes her own surprise when he asks, and she hates just how much it settles in her. how strange this feels.
in the span of that moment, she almost doesn't remember the last time they had met for something that wasn't weighted. when they hadn't shared time that hadn't involved something heavy.
jaskier's voice catches her attention, and her eyes turn to him for a few moments instead, the hesitant smile that had almost tugged at her lips for the last few minutes brightening almost immediately, instinctually. ] Where did you find a toy gryphon?
[ but again, it is jaskier's voice that shakes her out of her own tension. his i'd love to see more is really all she needs. her eyes go back to geralt's for another moment before she nods, takes one step back, and moves one of her hands through the air. as it moves across the space in front of her, there is a small shower of sparks.
it is still so rudimentary, and she knows that, but her eyes follow the sparks all the same, that smile of her's also lingering. ]
No, it doesn't matter exactly. Drawing it out is similar enough, but there are limits in different ways than learning to control chaos. [ unintentionally, yennefer finds herself laughing a bit breathlessly, her attention shifting back to jaskier. with her other hand, she waves her fingers, and the air around them is filled - though gently - with a few notes of her sweet kiss, notes that her sandpiper picks up on once they fade back out, and he finishes off the next few himself. ]
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in the span of that moment, she almost doesn't remember the last time they had met for something that wasn't weighted. when they hadn't shared time that hadn't involved something heavy.
jaskier's voice catches her attention, and her eyes turn to him for a few moments instead, the hesitant smile that had almost tugged at her lips for the last few minutes brightening almost immediately, instinctually. ] Where did you find a toy gryphon?
[ but again, it is jaskier's voice that shakes her out of her own tension. his i'd love to see more is really all she needs. her eyes go back to geralt's for another moment before she nods, takes one step back, and moves one of her hands through the air. as it moves across the space in front of her, there is a small shower of sparks.
it is still so rudimentary, and she knows that, but her eyes follow the sparks all the same, that smile of her's also lingering. ]
No, it doesn't matter exactly. Drawing it out is similar enough, but there are limits in different ways than learning to control chaos. [ unintentionally, yennefer finds herself laughing a bit breathlessly, her attention shifting back to jaskier. with her other hand, she waves her fingers, and the air around them is filled - though gently - with a few notes of her sweet kiss, notes that her sandpiper picks up on once they fade back out, and he finishes off the next few himself. ]