The University was one of the most illustrious jewels of their age. Scholars of all ages came to the sprawling campus to meet with other minds. It was not merely for the creative arts but who would ever attend a scientific art festival? The laboratories and medical seminars were at a standstill and gave over the whole of the University to the art students. The event more or less came to be a holiday and a means for Oxenfurt to showcase the talented students current and past and get coin out of it. She had been aware that Oxenfurt had great pride in its libral arts so much that it did have a kind of fest for it, never before had Yennefer had a desire or reason to attend. Along came a bard and everything changes. Is that how Geralt of Rivia felt?
She had written to Jaskier the month prior to ask about lodging, any details she should know about the competition, and what she should expect. The latter was a valid inquery though she knows that the darling would want to have surprises and the experience to be wholly new and unique. It's the showman in him. And she truly had been counting the days. The sights and revenge had equal standing of interest in her. The festival was going to have countless bards and musicians from across the known world. All of them vying for the coveted patronage. To see and be seen was going to be of great importance which is why this was the ideal place of bringing Valdo to his knees. The more witnesses the better. How many of them were aware of what an emotional whirlwind the affair had been to Jaskier?
Stepping out of her portal and taking a look around, it was more of a whole flower field devoted to looking like a town. Ladies had taken to fastening flowers on their dresses or fitting them in their hair woven with ribbon. The gents had boutonnieres and ribbon sashes. The fashion of Oxenfurt had always been leaning to bright colors and busy patterns. Paired with the floral, everything was so bright, so cheery. A rainbow fell over everything and everyone.
Yennefer would not have seen him in the crowd of color. Looking in the direction of her name the smile is still so much brighter. She rushes to him. Her usual state of dress may need some accessories. Though today she had opted for a more white than black dress. Once close she clasps his hands. They shall embrace she knows it, but holds him at arm's length a moment. "Let me look at you."
Istredd once had shown her thoughts in his mind of things he wanted her to see. Those creatures flowing in the water, so slow, so graceful. They were strange and peaceful. Without awareness of magic she might have been frightened to see an animal with no face. The colors were so strange, so garish to the blue, blue water and still so very beautiful. She buried that memory as she does with things that displease her. Removed from the mage that wronged her so, it now brings her happiness. Her stands another brilliant creature with arms, legs and a face wears them. Her fingers clutch at his tighter stepping in close. She smiles wide. "Your tailor must have been very, very busy."
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She had written to Jaskier the month prior to ask about lodging, any details she should know about the competition, and what she should expect. The latter was a valid inquery though she knows that the darling would want to have surprises and the experience to be wholly new and unique. It's the showman in him. And she truly had been counting the days. The sights and revenge had equal standing of interest in her. The festival was going to have countless bards and musicians from across the known world. All of them vying for the coveted patronage. To see and be seen was going to be of great importance which is why this was the ideal place of bringing Valdo to his knees. The more witnesses the better. How many of them were aware of what an emotional whirlwind the affair had been to Jaskier?
Stepping out of her portal and taking a look around, it was more of a whole flower field devoted to looking like a town. Ladies had taken to fastening flowers on their dresses or fitting them in their hair woven with ribbon. The gents had boutonnieres and ribbon sashes. The fashion of Oxenfurt had always been leaning to bright colors and busy patterns. Paired with the floral, everything was so bright, so cheery. A rainbow fell over everything and everyone.
Yennefer would not have seen him in the crowd of color. Looking in the direction of her name the smile is still so much brighter. She rushes to him. Her usual state of dress may need some accessories. Though today she had opted for a more white than black dress. Once close she clasps his hands. They shall embrace she knows it, but holds him at arm's length a moment. "Let me look at you."
Istredd once had shown her thoughts in his mind of things he wanted her to see. Those creatures flowing in the water, so slow, so graceful. They were strange and peaceful. Without awareness of magic she might have been frightened to see an animal with no face. The colors were so strange, so garish to the blue, blue water and still so very beautiful. She buried that memory as she does with things that displease her. Removed from the mage that wronged her so, it now brings her happiness. Her stands another brilliant creature with arms, legs and a face wears them. Her fingers clutch at his tighter stepping in close. She smiles wide. "Your tailor must have been very, very busy."