[ Ciri senses her coming -- not because she has any of a 'normal' witcher's extra powers, but because this is her domain, and she has been waiting, listening, expecting Yennefer to approach. She is already looking up when Yennefer knocks, and acknowledges the pause to ask her permission with a nod. ]
Not at all. Come in.
[ Ciri does not stand to greet her, like she usually does. But she begins to pack up her supplies into their leather, folding them away and setting her sword to the side while Yennefer takes a seat (if she wishes to).
The cottage is sparse as ever, the table this time devoid of anything to eat or drink as she'd been using it. But it is warm inside, and a fire crackles in the hearth, above which are mounted antlers (with the skull still attached).
Ciri takes in Yennefer's appearance with sharp scrutiny, watching her movements, her expressions. Her greeting is neutral, her smile a little less warm than it might have been before. ]
no subject
Not at all. Come in.
[ Ciri does not stand to greet her, like she usually does. But she begins to pack up her supplies into their leather, folding them away and setting her sword to the side while Yennefer takes a seat (if she wishes to).
The cottage is sparse as ever, the table this time devoid of anything to eat or drink as she'd been using it. But it is warm inside, and a fire crackles in the hearth, above which are mounted antlers (with the skull still attached).
Ciri takes in Yennefer's appearance with sharp scrutiny, watching her movements, her expressions. Her greeting is neutral, her smile a little less warm than it might have been before. ]
How much time do we have?