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~ Just letting people know I'm not abandoing this blog. I just don't have the muse for it atm.

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~ Just letting people know I'm on hiatus until I feel more like writing again. My mental health has reached an all-time low and I need time.

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~ I'm going to be fairly busy this week, so don't expext much activity here.

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The duchess had to restrain herself. She almost leaped forward to embrace her sister. Yet she held back. Her guards were still present after all. Despite it all, she still had to stay professional. Syanna looked way more comfortable now than she did in her cell, which was a great relief. It was also nice that she seemed to appreaciate the effort put into her new room.

"I thought I should give your old room an update." she smiled, looking around. Surely Syanna wouldn't like to sleep in a childs bed. She had tried her best to have the room changed so it would be more appealing for a grown woman to sleep in. Yet she still kept remnants of their shared childhood in there. Some of the books for example. Of course Syanna was free to change things to make it her own. It was her home now.

Henrietta shooed her guards away, assuring that they'd call for them if needed. The guards didn't seem too pleased with this at first, but did as they were told. Despite having served her sentence, it would take a while till people started to trust Syanna. It was not like anything else could be expected though.

"Let's have a seat and drink to your freedom." smiled the duchess, sitting down at the table. It felt a little strange sitting in this room. After her sister had left, the duchess had mostly avoided this part of the palace. It felt wrong to be there without her.

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It was hard for the duchess to hide her nervousness. Today her sister would move back into the palace after spending a long time in a cell. She had hated the fact that Syanna was locked up like that, but she knew she had to be punished for her crimes. If it was any other person, they would have been sentenced to death on the spot, but not her beloved sister. She was well aware of the fact her personal feelings clashed with her duty as the ruler in this case. What was she to do though? There was no way she could treat her like a common criminal.

Was she shocked by what she had done? Yes. It took her a long time to accept the fact that her own sister had planned to murder her, for she was bitter and filled with anger and sorrow. Despite it all, she didn't want to give her up. They used to be so close and there was hope. On the surface it seemed she had forgiven. She wanted to believe they could repair what was once destroyed.

Anna Henrietta had tried her best to keep Syanna safe and even though she was in the dungeon, she was well taken care of. She made sure of that and she had made an effort to visit her as often as her duties would allow it. The past few days had been especially busy though. A tourney was on the way and preparations had to be made of course. A meeting was long overdue between the siblings though.

The duchess paced around the room impatiently. It was Syanna's room. At least it was the one she had prepared for her to live in. A lot of things were going through her mind. How would she adjust to this new life? Did she still feel resentment? Henrietta immediately perked up when she heard footsteps approach. The guards were leading her here. "Syanna, my dear sister!" she uttered as they entered. The guards didn't even get to introduce her.

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~ Had a rough day and I'm not rlly in the mood to write today. Maybe tomorrow.

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The sorceress was caught off guard by the gift. Mother's day must have completely slipped her mind. Yennefer smiled, looking at the bouquet in front of her. "Those are beautiful." she said before embracing her daughter. "Just like you. Thank you, Ciri."

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"Happy Mother's day!!!" Ciri exclaims happily, handing her a bouquet of flowers, specifically purple lilacs, knowing they were her favorite. The witcheress then proceeds to take her into a hug.

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~ There was always something that bothered me in B&W. It's a small detail, but I can't help thinking about it. Regis mentioned he can't talk as a puff of smoke before you go see the elder, but Dettlaff was able to do so at the end, talking to Syanna. Is it just that some higher vampires can and some can't? I don't remember the books being specific about this ability. I know the game isn't always very consistent with the vampire lore.

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"Come." Dettlaff said as he approached the exit. "We should not waste time." She did make a few good points, but it was better to see first-hand the scene of the fire. His senses might allow him to spot something otherwise missed by regular humans. The faster they found out what had happened, the faster he could get this over with.

Her words about people hunting what they don't know or perceive as a danger were true. He had experienced it first-hand. Many times. The fact that humans could not accept him despite his differences was something he had to learn very early on. They could not trust what they didn't understand. The feeling was mutual. Dettlaff didn't understand humans. Part of him didn't even want to put in the effort anymore. It seemed like a pointless exercise. Regis came to mind again. How he managed to put up with all of this was beyond him.

There was a moment Dettlaff considered just revoking his offer, but he decided against it. He had offered his help and he'd follow through with it. "Like I mentioned earlier, there had been a fire in the area a few days ago." he answered. "I don't recall seeing a knight or anyone else that might stand out. I rarely walk among humans though."

Despite isolating himself, especially after the events in Toussaint, he still had to walk among humans at times. It would be impossible for him to entirely avoid human contact. He had tried enough times. Sooner or later he came across someone or had to engage with them. This was a world of humans after all, not vampires. Sometimes he dreamt about what it would be like to live among his own, to live where his kind came from. It would remain a dream though. He had to come to terms with the fact he had to share a world with beings he didn't really understand. The vampire had always wondered how Regis managed to adapt so well. Surely hiding his true nature wasn't always possible, but he always seemed to get back on his feet, managed to get along with humans just fine for the most part. It was admirable to Dettlaff, especially knowing he'd probably never be able to adapt as much as his friend could. It would never work. At least not in the long term.

"I remember where the fire was. I can lead you there." suggested the vampire. "There might be some clues. I never bothered to ask people about it, but if you ask around, you might find out what happened."

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When the raven-haired sorceress had entered the room, the smell of the reaction immediately hit her nose. It smelled a bit burned, but also somewhat..sweet? Yennefer had to suppress a frown. Seeing Triss standing there, ladle in hand, she almost sighed. Seemed like her fellow sorceress had been experimenting.

She took a step further into the room, her hands on her hips. It almost looked like a mother who had caught her child doing something in their room they are not supposed to do. Yennefer didn't quite see what Triss had been doing since she stood right in front of the desk, but it was clear from her expression that whatever the sorceress was trying to accomplish didn't work. "Triss.." Yennefer started, tilting her head, as if trying to see what was going on behind Triss. "What are you up to over there? I heard..a noise." she spoke, raising a brow.

Her tone was almost a little teasing, yet there was still sternness in her voice. It was obvious that Triss had messed something up and that it included Yennfer's lab equipment. It was not like Yennefer wouldn't have let her use it. She just would prefer to get things back without them being blown to pieces. Usually she would have been mad about it, but it seemed like Triss had caught her on a good day.

The explosion wasn’t that loud — more of an enthusiastic pop, really, but it was loud enough to rattle every window in Kaer Morhen. Triss, coughing through a cloud of purple smoke, waved a hand and tried not to choke on the smell of singed thyme and what she sincerely hoped wasn’t the hem of her own cloak. She glanced down at the worktable. Where there had once been a neat little row of labeled phials, there now stood something fizzing, something leaking, and something quietly oozing toward the edge. ❝ Alright, ❞ she muttered, pushing a wild lock of hair from her face. ❝ Technically... not a complete failure. ❞ That was a lie, of course. The spell was supposed to separate dormant alchemical ingredients safely, not rearrange them into something resembling sentient jam. But experimentation was half the art of sorcery, wasn't it? That, and not letting Yennefer find out you'd turned her best mortar and pestle into an ambulatory mess. She lunged for the oozing blob with a containment charm, missing by about two heartbeats.

Somewhere deep in the keep, she heard a door slam. Heavy footsteps. Uh-oh. Triss snatched a fallen ladle from the floor and attempted to corral the wayward slime back into the bowl, with about as much success as herding cats. In theory, it would burn itself out soon, in theory. In practice, it was now leaving a suspicious trail of glittering residue across the ancient stones, and Eskel was going to have questions if he stepped in it.

A frantic idea struck her: maybe if she froze it? No, no, that could shatter the floor. Dispel it? That might blow another hole in the roof. Triss bit her lip, mind racing. Her last hope: contain it with raw willpower and a very convincing lecture. Gods, she'd never live this down if Yennefer walked in now. She could already imagine that raised eyebrow, that curl of Yen’s mouth. She already knew what words were brooding in Yennefers head: "Another brilliant success from the Merigold School of Experimental Disaster, I see." Or at least something like that. Straightening, Triss lifted her chin, pointed the ladle like a wand, and in her most commanding tone declared: ❝ Stop. ❞ The blob burbled once, unimpressed — and kept oozing.

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"We are quite the troupe." Milva nodded as she looked into the flames with a smile. She never really thought much about them being bound by destiny. It sounded almost silly, but there might be something to it. Maybe her going along with it as far as she did really meant something.

"You're not alone." spoke the archer at the mention of Regis. Up until she met the barber-surgeon, she had not even considered a vampire like him to exist. Then again, all the rumors and clichés made it difficult sometimes to figure out what could exist and what could be possible. "At first I didn't really want to believe it to be honest. But vampire or not, Regis is a good man in my book. He went out of his way to help us, even though he had no reason to do so."

Milva was pretty sure they would have never made it this far without Regis by their side. It made her wonder what drove him to join them. Part of her believed that he might like the idea of being around people who don't call him out for being a bloodthirsty monster at every opportunity. Connecting with people must be difficult for him. His species doomed him to be an outsider.

"It's been strange in many ways." she shrugged. "I'm traveling with quite the colorful bunch. From a witcher to a vampire, we are quite the group of misfits." she chuckled. "I couldn't even tell you why I went along with it for so long. Leaving now would feel wrong though. We've come this far, so might as well keep going." Milva felt a bit silly rambling like that. She just spoke her mind. There was something about Cahir that made her feel at ease. She couldn't put her finger on it why, but he made her comfortable in a way.

"I could use a bit of rest for sure." she admitted. "But I think I'll just sit by the fire a little longer." The archer thought about his words. He really was brave. Despite all the odds, despite the fact Geralt almost killed him, he kept pushing. It was admirable how persistent he was, altough some would call it foolish. He was convinced he did the right thing, that this is what he's meant to do. Maybe he was right.

It all almost seemed like a strange fairly tale. A brave knight on his long journey to save a lost princess. Lost in thoughts, she tossed another twig into the fire.

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"I'd consider Regis to be one of my closest friends. I sure hope the feeling is mutual." Cahir smiled. He still wasn't quite over how he missed the fact that she had been waiting for the vampire. "We talk pretty much every day, though he sadly didn't mention you to me." he said. The knight almost felt regret having to be honest, but lying to her just didn't seem right. They talked about lots of things and yes, the vampire did mention to meet someone, but he never mentioned a name or the reason for their meetings. Cahir didn't pry. They had not been speaking much at all as of late. A shame, since the knight enjoyed their conversations. But apart from meeting at breakfast, he barely saw the barber-surgeon these past few days.

The mere notion that someone or something would be able to harm Regis in a significant way was almost absurd. Even Geralt was certain he wouldn't be able to beat him in a fight, let alone put a scratch on him. "Don't worry about Regis." Cahir assured the succubus. "I'm certain he is just busy with other things. He's probably collecting herbs or something of the sort."

Now that he said it, Regis did mention needing to stock up on some herbs earlier that day. Sometimes Cahir wasn't even sure what he needed half the things he was carrying for. The man was a walking apothecary. "I'm sure there is nothing he should be scared about. If anyone can take care of himself, it's him."

"A seamstress? Explains why I haven't seen anything like your attire before." he smiled. "You have talent." He was happy enough when he was able to patch up a hole in his shirt. Making a whole garment was real skill. Cahir always admired his mother for her skills with a needle. No matter how tattered his clothes were when he returned home as a child, she was always able to fix it. He could appreachiate the work behind it. It was a skill to be honed.

He couldn't help but smile a little at the description of the bearlet. It sounded charming and the fact she owned a plushie, if not several, made her seem almost innocent. The knight would like to believe she was just an innocent little lamb, but he knew better than that. She was charming and sweet, yet also coquettish. There certainly was more to her than meets the eye. It made her intriguing.

"I'm actually from Vicovaro." Cahir couldn't help but correct this very common misconception. Dandelion still teased him about it when he had the chance, not to mention the length of Cahir's name. At least he wasn't alone when it came to that. Regis was also often teased about his long name, though it didn't seem to bother him at all. "But don't blame yourself. People often think I hail from Nilfgaard."

When she reavealed the name of the barber-surgeon, his jaw almost dropped. "Regis?" he uttered, his eyes going wide. Now that he thought about it, he felt foolish for not connecting the dots earlier. An arrival and barber-surgeon should have been enough clues to piece it together, yet here he was. "That's the friend I was talking about!" he said as if it was the revelation of the century. "We traveled here together."

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~ I'm not really in the writing mood today.

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"Open it and you'll see." Yennefer smiled. She never really had a chance to get Ciri a proper birthday gift and she had put a lot of effort into this. At first she thought about something more practical, something useful for the witcheress, but she decided against it. After thinking it through, she had gotten her daughter a necklace. One similar to her own. The pendant had the shape of a swallow and a diamond was where the eye would be. The sorceress couldn't help but be a little surprised when she received a gift herself. Then again, it was foolish to think that she would forget her birthday or would be convinced not to give her a gift. Yennefer took the wrapped gift. It was surprisingly heavy. Maybe a book? She'd see soon enough. But first she wanted to see how Ciri would like the necklace. "You open first." she smiled.

✨𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 — @muses-from-the-continent ↳ Yennefer smiled warmly as she lifted up a little box. "I got you something for your special day." // HAPPY BIRTHDAY YEN AND CIRI!

Ciri's eyes perked up at this. Belleteyn had always been a special day of celebration, not just for the festival and holiday itself, but because it had always been her birthday. In fact it was also her adoptive mother's too. It was their shared special day. "Oh! What did you get?" She asked with curiosity.

Looking around, the witcheress knew better than to forget getting her mother a gift too. Finding the wrapped gift, she handed it to Yennefer. "I hope you like it, mama! Don't forget it's our special day!" It was a rare book about magic she thought the sorceress would like.

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~ Not gonna be here much today.

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