The lake would be beautiful if the land were not so cold, so bleak. Yennefer had walked to it's edge in hopes of finding a clue or proof she had been there besides the frigid hem of her dress. Nothing familiar is there, just more dirty water, more frost and another confused face. The girl before her looked young and decidedly wet still, instead of fretting over her body which could catch it's death whatever articles were in her bag were of greater importance.

A wand? My, what a quaint thing. She is another sorceress then, that would make two. And while Karsa was helpful in her way, there was no way to get straight answers. This little mage has a masculine favor of dress, perhaps she was traveling in disguise. On the Continent it was not unusual for women to wear men's garb in hopes of not drawing attention. Even some sorceresses of various power want anonymity, at least that is what Yennefer imagines. She paid a very dear cost to look as she does, she would not hide it. Right now she does wish that she had selected another garment. The curious weave and detail of her dress were not going to be pleasant to travel in.

She best introduce herself, yes? In true Yennefer of Vengerberg fashion she makes her presence known: "Is your grimorie treasured above your life?" Who knows. It might be.

While Lily's hair is a fiery tone even in its state, Yennefer's is dark as pitch. Her violet eyes stay widened, she was expecting an answer.