[ For a pair that prefers avoidance over conversation when it comes to the more difficult topics, they were often very good at choosing the literal worst time to go rogue. Things have been... difficult as of late. With whatever the fuck that dream was and the revelations that had emerged from it. Revelations she'd wanted to discuss with Geralt, but never finding the right moment. Not when he'd just started coming back into the house and holding something of a more regular sleeping schedule. Having that particular conversation wasn't a priority, at least it hadn't been. But finding him standing here, waiting and watching the new arrivals.
Silently, she moves next to him, taking in the posture and she's about to make it worse. Intentionally or not. Settling against the fence with a breath of space between them, she scans the faces around them looking for what she assumes is the same streak of white blonde. ]
Looking for someone in particular?
[ The question is innocent enough on its surface, but Yennefer is hardly the type to ever ask an innocent question. ]
no subject
Silently, she moves next to him, taking in the posture and she's about to make it worse. Intentionally or not. Settling against the fence with a breath of space between them, she scans the faces around them looking for what she assumes is the same streak of white blonde. ]
Looking for someone in particular?
[ The question is innocent enough on its surface, but Yennefer is hardly the type to ever ask an innocent question. ]