The salt is finely ground and truly a balance of fragrance. It's plain to see that The Golden Fawn is not gilded. She will pay handsomely for their hospitality. There is a nagging feeling that it is all enhanced by the company. Yennefer knows a good bath, a good salt and a grand room well enough on her own. Everything about tonight feels heightened. Scrubbing with the tiny fragments loosens the lingering grime on her skin.
Yes, fucking makes grime. And she is not one to trample through bogs, marshes or ditches. Squalor was a thing of her past.
Music comes in shades the way that flowers do. She knows that much. Her nose crinkles. "Court music. Forgive me, darling but as whole it did not seem to hold longer than the duration of a dance. Perhaps your own orchestrations are different." In that way he takes to everything, his own fire and energy would be played out to a venue that can return even a part of what he gives. Lords and ladies can be so anemic. "I think the only way he could gain any popularity is if a dance were crafted for his pieces. As it stands there are so many variations to a damn waltz." Yes, court life was not her favorite time. All that luxury and no chance to enjoy it, surveying every occasion and making chances for his excellency to slip away with whoever caught his eye.
And who put her in such a position? Yennefer herself. Though she had faith in her elders, in her council. "Unfortunately, yes. There are so many, many agendas being pushed. Nilfgaard still on the march as if it were a crusade." Her head drops back against Jaskier. "I had hoped it would be more orderly given that the collective expertise is more an artistic pursuit."
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Yes, fucking makes grime. And she is not one to trample through bogs, marshes or ditches. Squalor was a thing of her past.
Music comes in shades the way that flowers do. She knows that much. Her nose crinkles. "Court music. Forgive me, darling but as whole it did not seem to hold longer than the duration of a dance. Perhaps your own orchestrations are different." In that way he takes to everything, his own fire and energy would be played out to a venue that can return even a part of what he gives. Lords and ladies can be so anemic. "I think the only way he could gain any popularity is if a dance were crafted for his pieces. As it stands there are so many variations to a damn waltz." Yes, court life was not her favorite time. All that luxury and no chance to enjoy it, surveying every occasion and making chances for his excellency to slip away with whoever caught his eye.
And who put her in such a position? Yennefer herself. Though she had faith in her elders, in her council. "Unfortunately, yes. There are so many, many agendas being pushed. Nilfgaard still on the march as if it were a crusade." Her head drops back against Jaskier. "I had hoped it would be more orderly given that the collective expertise is more an artistic pursuit."