westwhere | the weather vane will say it smells like rain today

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the weather vane will say it smells like rain today

WHO: Lily Evans & You!
WHEN: Throughout early June
WHERE: The farm mostly for now, hopefully branching out to the woods, the trials, etc.
WHAT: A catch-all! Some farm and forest based things, maybe the trials will make an appearance (hopefully)
WARNINGS: None so far, will update as needed

( starters in comments, both open and otherwise, feel free to hmu if you don’t see anything that suits either via pm or on plurk, or toss starts my way, whatever’s clever. if brackets are more your thing i’m good to match format. )

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The basic mastery of magic, even if it was channeled through a wand, was a comforting sign. Magic meant that her own should work in this place. It was not abandoned by chaos. The tomes and books devoted to the Conjunction of the Spheres theorized that magical and unmagical realms existed, passing one another the way that planets and stars do. Somewhere there are places where there are no powers to draw from. Yennefer didn't realize it was a fear until this moment.

The question made her blink. Alright? Waking here and not knowing what had happened to her, or what became of her comrades in battle threatens panic to crawl up from the place in her chest she's shoved it too. Yennefer cast her gaze away from the girl to the lake.

"I'm alive if that's what you mean. Besides that, tired, cold and hungry." And yet here she was, wandering in the elements looking for any residual magic or detail to draw from so that she could portal back. She did not want to start a war with Nilfgaard but if she was to participate, she would see it through. "And you? How do you fair?"

At least the other sorceress was dry now. On the Continent no matter how magical or strong, anyone could fall victim to a plague or malady. There's less of a chance now that a chill would settle into her bones.

Looking down at her things Lily gestured at them sadly, and shook her head, finding it increasingly more difficult to ignore the cold while she worked. "I'll be alright, I think," the thing in the lake had let her go, and that was what mattered. She would collect herself and press on from there, however, shaken up the encounter had left her.

"Are you new here too?" That seemed to be the best way to phrase it, and Lily hoped that was the case, and this wasn't some terrible ruse sent by this world to upend her and rattle her all over again, as the thing at the bottom of the lake had done to her.

Without waiting for an answer she swept her things back into her bag and got to her feet once more, deciding it would do her a world of good to resume the task of restoring her belongings closer to a fire and away from this stupid lake.

"I'm Lily, by the way," taking a few steps closer to the other woman, she held out her hand, offering a smile. "Do you want to get closer to a fire before we both catch our death, grimoire or no?"

"You think," one of Yennefer's eyebrows lifted up as the word hung there. She was not convinced. Though the young lady did have a brave face. Drier than she had been, she looked less like a drowned cat and more of a befuddled young lady. The lake beside them was eerily still, it's waters still held secrets as tight as a tomb. Yennefer was no longer wet but a chill attempted to cut down her spine and vibrate to her core. And what she felt there was--emptiness. Not an emotion or a feeling of longing, a distinct opening of some sort.

The next question shook her back to the present. "Oh, I am not of this place," she said haughtily. The words were flung out as if they were profane. The Continent had it's shitty places. This could be a part of it were it not so...foreign. The strange creatures and the tree, the lake that didn't seem to have a name. "...I'm still grasping wherever the hell this is."

She herself does not have a satchel to fuss over. Yennefer stepped up after the girl--Lily. Her extended hand was not offered for a clutch or a kiss, not with her palm extended. Men usually shook hands in greeting or to strike a bargain. What a simple, familiar guesture. She returns it promptly, not shying from a new experience however odd. "Yennefer." She nearly completes her title but given that Lily is rather foreign all over, for the first time she realizes that perhaps Vengerberg might seem like a made up place, a child's babble not the capitol of the kingdom of Aedirn.

The sorceresses hands were soft, the dainty hands of a lady. For living such a vivid and complicated life, her hands did not show a fraction of the work she had put forward. Be it chaos or simply herself, her touch has always been cool. "I'm not dying here." By choice and out of sheer spite.

The woman is unlike any Lily had seen before, as fantastical seeming as these strange surroundings, though she does not envy the dress the woman had arrived in. It was splendid - like if Kate Bush was a magical princess - but it couldn't possibly be warm, or especially comfortable. Her expression remained curious as the other woman took her other hand to shake. To her it seemed as though Yennefer had rarely, if ever, shaken someone's hand, an interesting detail in a world that seemed to be full of nothing but strangeness.

When the other woman firmly stated that she would not be dying here Lily grinned, giving her hand another shake before dropping it. "Then we are in accord with our goals." She appreciated it, she looked young but despite that Lily seemed determined, if damp. She would figure out whatever this was and find a way to overcome it.

"Do you want to come to the farm? That's where the others stay as well. I'll build a fire and make tea."

"Good, very good," a bit inane to say but given that they are surrounded with rivaling lords that are not alive, Yennefer would take this. So far the most sensible alliance would be with a magic user and a living person. Their hands parted and she would hold them closer to the fire to fend the chill. At least one chill. The flames dance and move, throwing their shadows over the dull terrain.

Her brow furrowed at the news. A farm. "Are there no other places? No inns? No gentry of respectable repute?" Though at this point she would take disrespectful repute. She was not sure why she was asking these things. Yennefer's expression softened a few degrees from her scowl.

"...Yes, I suppose I will go to this farm." Not her first choice, second or even in the top five choices. She has so few resources and it would be best to reserve the strength she has.

Looking over at Yennefer apologetically, Lily shook her head. "Karsa mentioned there was a citadel nearby, but those of us that Unhalad has," pausing, her nose wrinkled in distaste before she continued. "Taken, seem to mostly be based at the farm. I've been trying to learn as much as I can about the area, thus far all I've gleaned is that it's bloody awful."

Moving towards the line of trees beyond the lake, Lily burrowed into her sweater as she walked. "Do you want to borrow one of my sweaters? I've got two on, though this top one's very itchy. Unless you're fortunate and the cold doesn't bother you."

"There is an advantage to being removed from civilization, less of a risk of prying eyes and direct confrontation." Yennefer will eat those words yet. She keeps up with Lily, dress or no dress she can move comfortably and sure. Being out in the elements has been tiring.

Her body has been chilled since she awoke. And speaking of it has made her more aware. "If you don't mind," she concedes, "at least until we are closer to the fire." There is always the possibility of using magic. Though there is no telling where and when she will get a proper meal and rest. Magic is only as strong as the user. "I've never traveled with so little notice." Then again, she adds, "I have never been kidnapped."

Not even a chance to make a parcel or trunk to fling through a portal as an after thought would have made such a difference!

Giving the other woman a nod Lily pulled off the rougher of the two sweaters she wore before removing the cardigan she wore between it and her blouse. It came from home and wasn't transfigured out of a reedy sort of plant she'd come across, making it a good deal more soft and comfortable to wear.

Holding it out for Yennefer to take Lily put the itchier of the sweater back on once her hands were free again, burrowing into it with a shiver before she readjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "I've never been kidnapped either," Lily wanted to say it wasn't the sort of thing that happened where she came from, but with the war intensifying and people going missing more frequently she was aware that was not the case.

"But as you put it - I don't intend to die here. There's a way out east, we've just got to make it that far."

Rough or not, having an extra layer of clothing on her person eased out the rigid tension in Yennefer's shoulders. She had been rather tense since finally coming to, that would explain a portion of her mood. Her palms flattened over the fabric. It was an interesting garment, an even more curious weave. "Thank you," she answered. No flourish or embellishment needed, she was genuinely grateful. Yennefer pulls the ends of the sleeves lower and let them hang past her wrists. The oversized nature of it clearly for layering.

"We will learn how to be unkid-napped," her lips curled in something of a wary smile. "For now I'm trying to temper the worst of my mood." That is a big deal for her to admit, though her delivery is breezy, simple, off the cuff.

"Do you know how trustworthy the information is?" Because so far Karsa has not led Yennefer astray.

Nodding thoughtfully at the question Lily frowned at the ground. "From some here? I haven't spoken to any of them long enough to say. Everyone is as out of place as we are. What Karsa told me when she found me goes along with what Karsa said."

Lily pulled her hands into the sleeves of her sweater, looking towards the hulking farmhouse just ahead. "We should get in front of a fire, I can make tea. Poorly, given what's available, but hot tea is still better than this." Lifting a hand she gestured around at the grim, cold forest.

Somehow, some way, Yennefer had been hoping that Lily had had the chance to speak to others. It would make it easier on herself. She was aware enough of her self, her demeanor that she did come off as...unapproachable. It was enjoyable to her. As a stranger in an unknown land, that was less gratifying and more irritating to be denied answers on principle. Walking along, she rubbed up and down her crossed arms out of idleness.

"Yes. I suppose." Her bid for optimism has already begun to wane. The sight of the farm house, the whole of it is unfamiliar to her in this reality. It's like the house she had seen in long ago dreams, some in nightmare. There was smoke rising. There was light in the windows. The night was dark, no other building cut the surroundings. There could be even more creatures that she wasn't aware of lurking. "I will be vigilant," she muttered. "For both our sake."

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the weather vane will say it smells like rain today

Totally~!

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