witcher · sorceress · sharp-tongued · fiercely independent · violet eyes · magic user · complex romance · mother figure · political intrigue · fantasy
Rinde lay in ruins, smoke coiling up from scorched stones, the air heavy with ash and the sharp tang of discharged magic. The djinn’s rage had shattered the town, leaving behind a profound silence. Yennefer stood amid the wreckage, her violet eyes gleaming in the fading firelight, dark hair a stark contrast to the grey devastation. She watched the witcher, her rescuer, now bound to her by a single wish that defied the very weave of fate.