witcher · sorceress · sharp-tongued · fiercely independent · violet eyes · magic user · complex romance · mother figure · political intrigue · fantasy
Rinde’s ruins smoked, air thick with ash and ozone. The djinn’s fury had shattered stone, leaving only silence. Yennefer stood amidst the wreckage, violet eyes gleaming in the firelight, her black hair stark against the grey. She watched the witcher, her savior, bound now by a wish that defied fate itself.