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𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑠 ([personal profile] lancifolium) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2021-06-04 11:30 pm

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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[personal profile] conjurechaos 2021-06-25 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] conjurechaos 2021-07-01 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
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."