[ There isn't much to do in Kaer Morhen — when she isn't taking Ciri's training into her own hands, that is — other than drink. The best scenario would be to enjoy these drinks alone, but Jaskier seems to have a knack for digging them out of whatever corners he can find, and what's more is that he's foolishly willing to share them with her most of the time.
The rest of the hall is empty at the moment, most of Geralt's brethren either having gone into the closest town to enjoy warmer bodies and warmer beds or passed out snoring in their own rooms — as for the White Wolf and his latest charge, Yennefer suspects he's putting Ciri through her paces in some sort of night training. Which, inevitably, leaves her alone with Jaskier and at least three bottles of wine to make their way through.
She's not drunk, necessarily, but she is feeling enough of the effects of the wine that her lips part in subtle unamusement when he snatches her cup away from her, out of reach, prompting her to slant forward into his space with slowly narrowing eyes. ] Where are your manners? It's bad form to deny a lady anything.
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The rest of the hall is empty at the moment, most of Geralt's brethren either having gone into the closest town to enjoy warmer bodies and warmer beds or passed out snoring in their own rooms — as for the White Wolf and his latest charge, Yennefer suspects he's putting Ciri through her paces in some sort of night training. Which, inevitably, leaves her alone with Jaskier and at least three bottles of wine to make their way through.
She's not drunk, necessarily, but she is feeling enough of the effects of the wine that her lips part in subtle unamusement when he snatches her cup away from her, out of reach, prompting her to slant forward into his space with slowly narrowing eyes. ] Where are your manners? It's bad form to deny a lady anything.