The favorite bard is not always the winner, the same goes for many a pageant or contest from pies to fine chickens and beautiful daughters. "Ahh, so that is the game. Will you ever be able to sleep with so many devotees sighing and trying to catch sight of you?" She is only guessing that is the way of things in Oxenfurt. They love their talented scholars so well that they put the life of the town on hold for this affair. "Or trying to catch your eye."

She can just imagine it. Yennefer sits on the bed and watches him move about the room. Already approaching him about coin she can say no more other than look from one fine hanging outfit to another. Satins, silks, intricate embroidery works... The two items catch her eye. Ordinary items. They would have immediately spoken to her as love tokens.

His gift for turning a phrase still takes her aback. She smiles and looks away, lightly shaking her head. "I was terrified. At Aretuza they call it a conduit moment. The theory is that chaos lingers closer to some more than others and that is when your body and self are able to channel it. I wasn't even aware. I just...knew I wanted to be somewhere else." Her gaze tapers back to him and she moves over the bedding to hold her hands out for the items. "I suppose any miraculous act done without a thought is frightening." Like falling for someone.