The pearl, the pen and the kerchief now together. "Thank you, dear. I must tell you that what I'm about to do will destroy these." Stating facts because they radiate of the man. The process of drawing energy from them is going to make them useless as they were if not ruined entirely. Jaskier should be rid of any evidence of Valdo physical or emotional. One can be done simply with this task. The other, not so. Reading minds is one magic, erasing and revising is a whole other that could go terribly, terribly wrong. Yennefer tucks the pen and pearl inside of the kerchief.
She steps off of the bed. One of Yennefer's often used magics is to hold items in small bags that have no business holding anything than a few coins. Today she has brought with her a small cast iron cauldron. The bottle of wine left out from his breakfast has a few drops inside that she pours inside the cauldron and places her bundle inside.
"I had no idea at all. My world was so very small back then. I had never gone farther than the market of my town. To be one place and then flung to another, it could have been a dream." Her eyes grow distant and she laughs a little. "...I didn't know I had transported myself. I thought someone else had done it. When you grow up on stories of children being snatched away or young girls taken as brides, your imagination runs wild." Though who would have wanted to marry her then? Silly thoughts of hers.
Jaskier's voice and the words he speaks renew her smile and in the next instant she is back with him. "I cannot agree with this cad business when you are so very polite and sweet." She is conducting a bumbling curse but she would have done that even if he hadn't invited her to stay in his room.
Yennefer is about to begin to work with the contents of the cauldron when there is a knock at the door. From behind it is the gaunt youth that had been devoted to sweeping the entire downstairs when Jaskier arrived the day before. "Begging your pardon, sir! A delivery for you! I was told to bring it around forthwith. I'll be leaving it here." The youth leaves, artistic types need their privacy. He was told many, many times that valued customers come and not want to be bothered.
"A delivery? Where you expecting something?" Though truly, given Valdo Marx's behavior as a self styled man of seduction as well as a showman they should have guessed that he would be the one to have a grand gesture.
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She steps off of the bed. One of Yennefer's often used magics is to hold items in small bags that have no business holding anything than a few coins. Today she has brought with her a small cast iron cauldron. The bottle of wine left out from his breakfast has a few drops inside that she pours inside the cauldron and places her bundle inside.
"I had no idea at all. My world was so very small back then. I had never gone farther than the market of my town. To be one place and then flung to another, it could have been a dream." Her eyes grow distant and she laughs a little. "...I didn't know I had transported myself. I thought someone else had done it. When you grow up on stories of children being snatched away or young girls taken as brides, your imagination runs wild." Though who would have wanted to marry her then? Silly thoughts of hers.
Jaskier's voice and the words he speaks renew her smile and in the next instant she is back with him. "I cannot agree with this cad business when you are so very polite and sweet." She is conducting a bumbling curse but she would have done that even if he hadn't invited her to stay in his room.
Yennefer is about to begin to work with the contents of the cauldron when there is a knock at the door. From behind it is the gaunt youth that had been devoted to sweeping the entire downstairs when Jaskier arrived the day before. "Begging your pardon, sir! A delivery for you! I was told to bring it around forthwith. I'll be leaving it here." The youth leaves, artistic types need their privacy. He was told many, many times that valued customers come and not want to be bothered.
"A delivery? Where you expecting something?" Though truly, given Valdo Marx's behavior as a self styled man of seduction as well as a showman they should have guessed that he would be the one to have a grand gesture.