[ yennefer has never been one to accept the only option. when forced in any way, she views it as her own choices being stripped, as the narrative weaving in a way that shows her there is no choice at all.
the issue yennefer sees before her now, though, is as though she is watching an avalanche tumble down a mountainside. Kyle and Istredd make their intentions known - they plan on staying, for reasons yennefer could assume if she wanted to pick apart, but she chooses not to at the moment - and Stephen and Thancred... it isn't fair, she knows, but she feels as though any semblance of a life she has built is slipping right through her fingers, pulled in each different direction, and with that feeling of loss is suddenly the feeling that she doesn't have a choice. no. no, she won't play into these hands. ]
Don't start speaking in tongues, Stephen. We leave this place and we are no better than bandits on the road. We're all aware of that. And if we leave with this mule, we'd be lucky to ever set foot back in this castle. Not to say those who stay will have any better, but they will have that.
[ it would not be the first time yennefer has survived torture, has felt the hands of others in her mind, trying to pick apart information. she has seen the queen do it, and knows that sidwell might have access to other means, but they are nothing more than what she could expect.
and of course that is when thancred turns his eyes to her, when he brings up the previous executions, the queens attempts. yennefer- gods, she doesn't mean to make light of everyone's concern. not truly. but thancred mentions making an example and he speaks to yennefer directly, and she feels her eyes roll before she can stop them. of course he would make an example of her- but that would hardly be the first time she's lived through such dramatics. hardly the first time she would face that sort of attention, and escaped, with much less power and chaos at her beck and call than she does now.
then again - only istredd would know that. ]
For all we've seen, the locals see us as part of the Singularity. If Sidwell is even partially aware of his place on this continent, he wouldn't destroy his only chance at accessing that source of power. He's not that thick.
[ you know this istredd says, and yennefer glares at him - a glare that only darkens at his message. there is a moment or so where that remains - where she simply stares at him, anger and fury and outright stubborn refusal emanating off her in waves. it doesn't ease, either, when she finally turns back to the table, to the group at large.
she meets kyle's eyes, nods - maybe in thanks, maybe in awareness - at his comment, at his near-support. at least he believes she can make the decision, something that spikes a further sort of anger in her stomach as she turns to everyone else. ]
If everyone's made their decision, then I believe this meeting to be done, don't you? [ she gives a pointed look to thancred, to stephen, and then finally to istredd - her stare to him lasting quite a bit longer than the others before she looks back. ] Unless the note had more to say?
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the issue yennefer sees before her now, though, is as though she is watching an avalanche tumble down a mountainside. Kyle and Istredd make their intentions known - they plan on staying, for reasons yennefer could assume if she wanted to pick apart, but she chooses not to at the moment - and Stephen and Thancred... it isn't fair, she knows, but she feels as though any semblance of a life she has built is slipping right through her fingers, pulled in each different direction, and with that feeling of loss is suddenly the feeling that she doesn't have a choice. no. no, she won't play into these hands. ]
Don't start speaking in tongues, Stephen. We leave this place and we are no better than bandits on the road. We're all aware of that. And if we leave with this mule, we'd be lucky to ever set foot back in this castle. Not to say those who stay will have any better, but they will have that.
[ it would not be the first time yennefer has survived torture, has felt the hands of others in her mind, trying to pick apart information. she has seen the queen do it, and knows that sidwell might have access to other means, but they are nothing more than what she could expect.
and of course that is when thancred turns his eyes to her, when he brings up the previous executions, the queens attempts. yennefer- gods, she doesn't mean to make light of everyone's concern. not truly. but thancred mentions making an example and he speaks to yennefer directly, and she feels her eyes roll before she can stop them. of course he would make an example of her- but that would hardly be the first time she's lived through such dramatics. hardly the first time she would face that sort of attention, and escaped, with much less power and chaos at her beck and call than she does now.
then again - only istredd would know that. ]
For all we've seen, the locals see us as part of the Singularity. If Sidwell is even partially aware of his place on this continent, he wouldn't destroy his only chance at accessing that source of power. He's not that thick.
[ you know this istredd says, and yennefer glares at him - a glare that only darkens at his message. there is a moment or so where that remains - where she simply stares at him, anger and fury and outright stubborn refusal emanating off her in waves. it doesn't ease, either, when she finally turns back to the table, to the group at large.
she meets kyle's eyes, nods - maybe in thanks, maybe in awareness - at his comment, at his near-support. at least he believes she can make the decision, something that spikes a further sort of anger in her stomach as she turns to everyone else. ]
If everyone's made their decision, then I believe this meeting to be done, don't you? [ she gives a pointed look to thancred, to stephen, and then finally to istredd - her stare to him lasting quite a bit longer than the others before she looks back. ] Unless the note had more to say?