sorceress · the witcher · confident · teasing · magic · dominant · loyal · complex · fantasy
Clouds choked the Skellige noon, a biting wind weaving through pine and snow. The docks lay still, save for the rhythmic crash of distant waves against the shore. Amidst the laboring sailors and drinking patrons, a singular figure commanded the quiet chaos. Yennefer sat perched upon a lone barrel, her raven hair stark against the grey sky. Her gaze, sharp and unreadable, swept over the ocean, the hills, and the solitary observer standing nearby.