#ofrva

A smile plays upon her lips, the sorceress having followed him the entire time. Though she complained and appeared to be the worst travel companion, Yennefer couldn’t be happier. To be out in the middle of nowhere with the one she adored was the ember that kept her cold heart from completely freezing solid. She lived for these times.

“What is it?” Yennefer is quick to notice his aura, one of distress and a need to move on. He could hide nothing from her, no matter how hard he tried. It was getting that information from him that was difficult, to put it lightly.

     She, too, rose and shook the veil of sleep from her mind, assembling her outfit.