Post by BijuuGuy on Mar 27, 2024 23:23:42 GMT
Sunlight skillfully peered through a gap left between two drapes before continuing on to its intended target. Her eyes were just within reach, perfectly aligned with its trajectory. In less than a millisecond, the task was completed. She could feel the warm touch of the sunlight, signaling the start of a new day. Her hand rose to rub the eyelid struck by sunlight, as if attempting to remove a foreign body. The blanket was swung off of her to other half of the bed, before she motioned herself up, sitting on the edge a moment later.
She sighed deeply.
A skilled writer could've written a novella on just that.
Yennefer of Latria had survived and lived for a long time. She had seen and experienced much, perhaps more than most could say. But even after decades of offering her services to the Tevinter Imperium, there was still one thing that managed to ruffle her impossibly pristine hair. Though before she could think on that, said pristine hair needed a soak. The procedure took perhaps longer than it should've, a purposeful move.
With a towel around her, she emerged from the tastefully decorated bathroom. Frankly, her home was tasteful all around. Partly because of herself, partly because of her status in the government. Exotic materials of all kinds showed said status. Wood, linen, silk, cotton, and so on. Much of it all gilded with gold. Decadent to a fault.
It became more clear as Yen pulled the drapes of her curtains away, letting the full might of the sun into the room proper. She basked in the light for only a moment, before getting back to her routine.
Magic made many processes much easier, though some had trouble using it in minute ways, away from the large and exponential feats that magic is often attributed to. Yennefer had no such troubles. She dried herself off in a snap, did her hair and face in the span of a second snap and donned her regular attire in the span of a third. An outfit she actually could've gotten on fairly quickly manually, but simply chose not to.
Glancing at herself once more from the mirror, and being pleased with the visage, she set foot into the bustling city. And then she reached the part that she had put off for a time. Where she had to think about the very thing that had been bothering her for days.
She sighed deeply.
A skilled writer could've written a novella on just that.
Yennefer of Latria had survived and lived for a long time. She had seen and experienced much, perhaps more than most could say. But even after decades of offering her services to the Tevinter Imperium, there was still one thing that managed to ruffle her impossibly pristine hair. Though before she could think on that, said pristine hair needed a soak. The procedure took perhaps longer than it should've, a purposeful move.
With a towel around her, she emerged from the tastefully decorated bathroom. Frankly, her home was tasteful all around. Partly because of herself, partly because of her status in the government. Exotic materials of all kinds showed said status. Wood, linen, silk, cotton, and so on. Much of it all gilded with gold. Decadent to a fault.
It became more clear as Yen pulled the drapes of her curtains away, letting the full might of the sun into the room proper. She basked in the light for only a moment, before getting back to her routine.
Magic made many processes much easier, though some had trouble using it in minute ways, away from the large and exponential feats that magic is often attributed to. Yennefer had no such troubles. She dried herself off in a snap, did her hair and face in the span of a second snap and donned her regular attire in the span of a third. An outfit she actually could've gotten on fairly quickly manually, but simply chose not to.
Glancing at herself once more from the mirror, and being pleased with the visage, she set foot into the bustling city. And then she reached the part that she had put off for a time. Where she had to think about the very thing that had been bothering her for days.
Yennefer had been summoned. She loathed the term, especially when he said it. It carried a meaning of ownership, of servitude. And as much as she had made her displeasure clear, Yen had still no choice but oblige. Abrogal was an illusive man, to say the least. In fact, she couldn't even call him a "man" exactly. Whatever the Mahjarrat were, they were most certainly not of these lands. But they had been here for as long as she could recall. A grand mystery in and of itself. One nobody bothered to investigate. Primarily because all attempts beforehand yielded no credible results and... the untimely demise of anyone stupid enough to dare and try. The Mahjarrat seemed to be everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. And the fact that Yennefer knew this much about them already was, frankly, a miracle.
The same went for her relationship with Abrogal. Having been her "liaison" for as long as she had been in this business, he simply was. She knew next to nothing about him still and she tried to return that favor. But Yennefer knew that he had a whole portfolio on her inner workings and accomplishments, because that's how the Mahjarrat operated. She knew only a handful of them and they were all cut from the same cloth. Yen could only wonder what the mage would ask (or demand) of her this time.
Making her way to the court and her own office wasn't a long trek, though enough to pass through the main street and the bustle of Minrathous. A strange city, it was. Its sharp architecture contrasted by the deliciously good weather. But that was how it wanted to present itself, as deceptively as possible. Minrathous was, by default, a dangerous city. Its architecture being only the beginning. Which meant that any foreigners would have to be extra vigilant. Tevinter wasn't exactly concerned with making Minrathous a welcoming site for tourists either. All part of their philosophy of life and mage supremacy. Yennefer was lucky to be on their side for the time being. But even she got certain... looks thrown at her.
As she walked, she almost missed a few faces gazing at her in an indescribable manner. Their seeming intentions unclear. But that wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Did they stir any particular emotions within Yennefer? No, she was far too experienced for that. Not to mention simply leagues above simple rabble. Was it still a nuisance? Absolutely. Yet, Minrathous had its perks. Despite her, sometimes unseemly, work, the benefits weren't to be scoffed at. Whether and how that affected her conscience, was her business.
Abrogal had said to meet in her office, which was to be expected. What wasn't expected, was him not being there by the time she arrived. He had liked to explore her place of work often, making it almost a game between the two. What new tidbits could he find among her things each time. Naturally, Yennefer wasn't pleased, but she was too well-trained in handling her emotions that she only expressed mild annoyance. Both of them knew that she could back her relative resistance up with action as well. Both of them also knew that them clashing wouldn't benefit anyone. So they've had a largely beneficial and mutual relationship.
That still didn't explain him not being where typically expected. Yennefer was gradually preparing herself for a surprise of some sort, letting out a small sigh of annoyance before deciding to do a routine check of her belongings. That included recent news, reports and whatever else had come in during the time that she was away. Abrogal's request had been fulfilled, Yennefer was summoned. The purpose of which still remained in the air like a pungent scent, however.
The same went for her relationship with Abrogal. Having been her "liaison" for as long as she had been in this business, he simply was. She knew next to nothing about him still and she tried to return that favor. But Yennefer knew that he had a whole portfolio on her inner workings and accomplishments, because that's how the Mahjarrat operated. She knew only a handful of them and they were all cut from the same cloth. Yen could only wonder what the mage would ask (or demand) of her this time.
Making her way to the court and her own office wasn't a long trek, though enough to pass through the main street and the bustle of Minrathous. A strange city, it was. Its sharp architecture contrasted by the deliciously good weather. But that was how it wanted to present itself, as deceptively as possible. Minrathous was, by default, a dangerous city. Its architecture being only the beginning. Which meant that any foreigners would have to be extra vigilant. Tevinter wasn't exactly concerned with making Minrathous a welcoming site for tourists either. All part of their philosophy of life and mage supremacy. Yennefer was lucky to be on their side for the time being. But even she got certain... looks thrown at her.
As she walked, she almost missed a few faces gazing at her in an indescribable manner. Their seeming intentions unclear. But that wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Did they stir any particular emotions within Yennefer? No, she was far too experienced for that. Not to mention simply leagues above simple rabble. Was it still a nuisance? Absolutely. Yet, Minrathous had its perks. Despite her, sometimes unseemly, work, the benefits weren't to be scoffed at. Whether and how that affected her conscience, was her business.
Abrogal had said to meet in her office, which was to be expected. What wasn't expected, was him not being there by the time she arrived. He had liked to explore her place of work often, making it almost a game between the two. What new tidbits could he find among her things each time. Naturally, Yennefer wasn't pleased, but she was too well-trained in handling her emotions that she only expressed mild annoyance. Both of them knew that she could back her relative resistance up with action as well. Both of them also knew that them clashing wouldn't benefit anyone. So they've had a largely beneficial and mutual relationship.
That still didn't explain him not being where typically expected. Yennefer was gradually preparing herself for a surprise of some sort, letting out a small sigh of annoyance before deciding to do a routine check of her belongings. That included recent news, reports and whatever else had come in during the time that she was away. Abrogal's request had been fulfilled, Yennefer was summoned. The purpose of which still remained in the air like a pungent scent, however.
