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Jul. 20th, 2020 08:39 pmThe thing about magic is that it's a matter of practice. Chaos might be in one's blood, might call to a source, but without practice, without teaching and control, a person is as like to go mad as become a mage. Yennefer knows what it is to practice magic, had worked at it for years at Aretuza and then for decades since. She's been wielding magic for nearly a century and yet Yennefer hasn't felt like this much of a novice since she was first taken by Tissaia as a scared and lost little girl.
For days she's been opening and closing portals all over the city, and yet that's the only place they take her. Time and time again she's conjured Kaer Morhen in her mind - crumbling walls and dreadful interior design and all - and created a portal, and time and time again she's stepped through only to find herself on the other side of this godforsaken city.
"Oh for fuck's sake--"
Yennefer closes the latest portal with a sharp flick of her wrist, her frustration brewing to boiling point. She's itching to take it out on someone - anyone will do - but more than that she just wants something to work. She should be able to portal out of here with her damn eyes closed; she's a revered sorceress, not a child playing at floating feathers. She's never wished so badly to see the inside of Kaer Morhen, grumbling witchers and all, but there's none in sight and no one here that's familiar. Hell, at this point she almost wishes to glimpse the Hunt. At least then there'd be some indication that she's not as far from home as she suspects, that despite what she's been told, there might still be a way back.
Yennefer can't think of much that she wouldn't do if it meant getting back to Ciri, and if it comes to it, she'll raze this city to the ground without a twinge of remorse. Even Geralt couldn't judge her for that, though he's as far away as the rest of them right now.
For now though, she needs a new strategy. Portals aren't cutting it and there's no illusion that she can dispel, only the infuriating knowledge of a magic she can't see or feel or reverse. First though, she needs a small break. An hour or so to regain her cool, or she's more like to blast a crater directly into the middle of the city rather than strategise a clear way out.
For days she's been opening and closing portals all over the city, and yet that's the only place they take her. Time and time again she's conjured Kaer Morhen in her mind - crumbling walls and dreadful interior design and all - and created a portal, and time and time again she's stepped through only to find herself on the other side of this godforsaken city.
"Oh for fuck's sake--"
Yennefer closes the latest portal with a sharp flick of her wrist, her frustration brewing to boiling point. She's itching to take it out on someone - anyone will do - but more than that she just wants something to work. She should be able to portal out of here with her damn eyes closed; she's a revered sorceress, not a child playing at floating feathers. She's never wished so badly to see the inside of Kaer Morhen, grumbling witchers and all, but there's none in sight and no one here that's familiar. Hell, at this point she almost wishes to glimpse the Hunt. At least then there'd be some indication that she's not as far from home as she suspects, that despite what she's been told, there might still be a way back.
Yennefer can't think of much that she wouldn't do if it meant getting back to Ciri, and if it comes to it, she'll raze this city to the ground without a twinge of remorse. Even Geralt couldn't judge her for that, though he's as far away as the rest of them right now.
For now though, she needs a new strategy. Portals aren't cutting it and there's no illusion that she can dispel, only the infuriating knowledge of a magic she can't see or feel or reverse. First though, she needs a small break. An hour or so to regain her cool, or she's more like to blast a crater directly into the middle of the city rather than strategise a clear way out.