[ It was all a bit much, as far as Yennefer was concerned. First big red suits and now cold baths, putrid tasting drink and curses. She can't help but wonder who she pissed off. Oh, yes. Pretty much everyone, everywhere. In this realm and into the next. Now she gets to atone for a sorceress who sacrificed a bunch of men to a hungry mantis goddess (or some such thing).
As she dries off and redresses, Yennefer is then escorted to her temporary living accommodations, which is, to say the least, not nearly as horrible as she thought it would be. There was some work to be done but all in all, quite liveable. Then again, once one has slept in a barn with pigs and chickens, it's easy to adapt.
So, for the time being, she busies herself with tidying up and doing a little... "fixing". ]
ii. bandit bane
Weapons. Because why would we be anything else? Certainly not tourists in this fucking absurd place...
[ Yennefer doesn't hold back, even when she knows she should be given the very pointed instructions of masquerading as set family units. Her own experience with her family is not a happy memory and thinking about it only brings back a wave of intense anger that will make the stay in Ke-Waihu an interesting one, to say the least.
Maybe even as interesting as it was in Ellethia-Hamsour. Not that she has any plans to kill people in their sleep.... though Weisi and his brother were sending off creep vibes like nobody's business.
For now, she pays attention, helps a few new faces and does a little digging into the House of Raven's curse. If only to speed things up and get home where there was a more personal war she needed to know the fate of. Only she can't move forward on that until they locate Enam and the others and so joins the search party for them.
Several times she stops, violet eyes staring ahead before darting left and right. ]
What the fuck just happened? How am I here?
iii. the blushing bride
[ Yennefer sits on the floor beside the conjugal door, slouched lazily against the wall with a cup of wine in her hand. This has been one of several cups but she sits listening. There was something she was meant to do, but at the moment, apathy was winning out and her indifference was showing.
How she volunteered for such a boring task seems to have been forgotten. ]
Can you hear anything in there? We should be hearing something, right? Maybe we should ask the... ask the ... what are we supposed to ask again?
[ Clearly, she needs no more wine. ]
iv. well, well, well
[ Yes, she was very interested in this turn of events and spends a good amount of time surrounding herself among the villagers, listening to the talk going on among them before following along to make the offerings to the volcano.
Only when she's among the group of faces she knows does she ask. ]
Who is the Beastmaster?
v. wildcard!
[ more than happy to fit something else in. set something up or catch me on lilbeejack to plot. ]
yennefer of vengerberg | the witcher | old timer
[ It was all a bit much, as far as Yennefer was concerned. First big red suits and now cold baths, putrid tasting drink and curses. She can't help but wonder who she pissed off. Oh, yes. Pretty much everyone, everywhere. In this realm and into the next. Now she gets to atone for a sorceress who sacrificed a bunch of men to a hungry mantis goddess (or some such thing).
As she dries off and redresses, Yennefer is then escorted to her temporary living accommodations, which is, to say the least, not nearly as horrible as she thought it would be. There was some work to be done but all in all, quite liveable. Then again, once one has slept in a barn with pigs and chickens, it's easy to adapt.
So, for the time being, she busies herself with tidying up and doing a little... "fixing". ]
ii. bandit bane
Weapons. Because why would we be anything else? Certainly not tourists in this fucking absurd place...
[ Yennefer doesn't hold back, even when she knows she should be given the very pointed instructions of masquerading as set family units. Her own experience with her family is not a happy memory and thinking about it only brings back a wave of intense anger that will make the stay in Ke-Waihu an interesting one, to say the least.
Maybe even as interesting as it was in Ellethia-Hamsour. Not that she has any plans to kill people in their sleep.... though Weisi and his brother were sending off creep vibes like nobody's business.
For now, she pays attention, helps a few new faces and does a little digging into the House of Raven's curse. If only to speed things up and get home where there was a more personal war she needed to know the fate of. Only she can't move forward on that until they locate Enam and the others and so joins the search party for them.
Several times she stops, violet eyes staring ahead before darting left and right. ]
What the fuck just happened? How am I here?
iii. the blushing bride
[ Yennefer sits on the floor beside the conjugal door, slouched lazily against the wall with a cup of wine in her hand. This has been one of several cups but she sits listening. There was something she was meant to do, but at the moment, apathy was winning out and her indifference was showing.
How she volunteered for such a boring task seems to have been forgotten. ]
Can you hear anything in there? We should be hearing something, right? Maybe we should ask the... ask the ... what are we supposed to ask again?
[ Clearly, she needs no more wine. ]
iv. well, well, well
[ Yes, she was very interested in this turn of events and spends a good amount of time surrounding herself among the villagers, listening to the talk going on among them before following along to make the offerings to the volcano.
Only when she's among the group of faces she knows does she ask. ]
Who is the Beastmaster?
v. wildcard!
[ more than happy to fit something else in. set something up or catch me on