[ The simulation room is one that Yennefer doesn't venture into that often, but with space on the station as limited as it can be and the fact that many tend to prefer the sunlight area — which makes it more populous than she'd like to endure — she finds herself drawn elsewhere, for reasons she can't wholly identify until she's standing in the center of a place that leaves her half-expecting to turn around and see a silver-haired figure striding out of the stables, yet another Roach in tow.
When she spots Kirigan instead, something in the set of her shoulders subtly releases, and she shifts forward, the long hem of her embroidered coat whispering across the ground with every step. She's returned to her own clothing now that they're back on Ximilia; even though she's certain she could find alternatives courtesy of Viveca, she always feels more like herself in a dress and boots, in spite of her chaos existing in its halved state.
She stills, though, and watches him tend to the horse, hand smoothing over glossy coat, and draws the scent of hay and muck into her senses. ]
It's a convincing enough illusion, to be sure. [ When she gets close enough, it's her hand that joins in alongside, resting over the horse's shoulder. Almost like the real thing.
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When she spots Kirigan instead, something in the set of her shoulders subtly releases, and she shifts forward, the long hem of her embroidered coat whispering across the ground with every step. She's returned to her own clothing now that they're back on Ximilia; even though she's certain she could find alternatives courtesy of Viveca, she always feels more like herself in a dress and boots, in spite of her chaos existing in its halved state.
She stills, though, and watches him tend to the horse, hand smoothing over glossy coat, and draws the scent of hay and muck into her senses. ]
It's a convincing enough illusion, to be sure. [ When she gets close enough, it's her hand that joins in alongside, resting over the horse's shoulder. Almost like the real thing.