More than once. [ she'll admit that much; when they were novices, they'd fucked like overeager rabbits. never mind the fact that there had been other betrayals between them before her ascension, the kind that had caused them to fall out of touch for decades. ]
A handful, at first? Try scattering it around the logs, then use more to feed the flame so it'll grow.
Give me the dick deets. Long? Thick? Did it curve to the side?
[Ianthe followed the instructions with the leaves. She frowned and rearranged the logs so there was a little open space inside them. Some of the smaller sticks were stuck in there and some leaves, a few leaves outside. She lit the leaves and watched.]
[ a soft hum of consideration, as yennefer has to actively think about it. it's been decades, at least, since she and istredd have fucked. ] Long, but not so thick as to be oppressive.
[ in her mind, there is such a thing as too big. ] I suppose if there was some curve to it, I wasn't exactly paying attention at the time.
[ she and istredd had been young, impressionable novices eager to use their power and certainly not in the way they'd been instructed to. ]
I conjured an audience once, to watch us fuck. [ something she'd been proud of at the time, even if she hadn't been able to make them emote in any obvious way. ]
The fuck do you mean? There's no door on it. It's a brick opening with a chimney.
[More coughing as Ianthe started opening her windows. Maybe she should just smother the fucking fire, but it's not like she'll die from smoke inhalation.]
[ they’ll figure this out together because this part of it is less familiar to her, but if her dim memories of cleaning the fireplace are to be trusted… ]
[ it’s where her mind goes initially, after experiencing that cold snap while most of them had still been in the boarding house. the fewer places the cold air can seep in, the warmer a house will keep. she’d sealed up many of the gaps in her room herself, with chaos, blocking them with air. ]
How cold could it possibly get? It's a long fucking chimney with a narrow opening. I'd have to compress Yorik to get him up it. Besides, there will be a fire going.
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So how much leaf kindling shit am I supposed to use? [Guess who's back at the fireplace.]
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A handful, at first? Try scattering it around the logs, then use more to feed the flame so it'll grow.
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[Ianthe followed the instructions with the leaves. She frowned and rearranged the logs so there was a little open space inside them. Some of the smaller sticks were stuck in there and some leaves, a few leaves outside. She lit the leaves and watched.]
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[ in her mind, there is such a thing as too big. ] I suppose if there was some curve to it, I wasn't exactly paying attention at the time.
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Curve is hard to notice unless it's pronounced or you're looking for it. Sounds like a fun dick.
Oh, hey, I think I have fire. How do I keep it?
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[ there's another slight pause from her, and then: ] In those days it was more about how we could use our magic to... heighten the experience, anyway.
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Ah, my talents weren't a new experience for you. And here I was thinking I'm special.
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[ she and istredd had been young, impressionable novices eager to use their power and certainly not in the way they'd been instructed to. ]
I conjured an audience once, to watch us fuck. [ something she'd been proud of at the time, even if she hadn't been able to make them emote in any obvious way. ]
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[Had then been a ploy to get Yennefer to boost her ego? Maybe.]
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[Ianthe cut off with a few coughs.]
Oh fuck. What the ever loving shit? Why is it all smokey?
[Another cough.] Fuck.
[Guess who didn't open the damper. Guess who didn't know it even existed.]
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[ she pauses, trying to remember if she’s missed a step along the way. ]
The fireplace is open, isn’t it? [ at this point, she’s one exchange away from simply portaling herself into ianthe’s house. ]
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[More coughing as Ianthe started opening her windows. Maybe she should just smother the fucking fire, but it's not like she'll die from smoke inhalation.]
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[ which would seem to indicate that the fireplace is blocked in some way, or something’s not allowing it to vent itself. ]
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[Fucking hell. Ianthe threw a membrane over her beautiful finally burning well fire to smother it.]
Johan said everything in the house was in working order.
[Looked like Ianthe was going to have to stick her head in the fireplace.]
Can't see shit in here.
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[ that still counts as letting ianthe figure out how to do it herself, right? yennefer’s just pointedly offering to help with some other aspects. ]
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I have one of my perpetual candles here. Let me just...
[Go grab it. Light it. Look inside the fireplace. Her poor hair was getting all soot-stained.]
...is there supposed to be a metal plate in here?
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[ yennefer’s only been around a certain number of chimneys in her lifetime, but she’s going off of her own memories of the farm. ]
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[Just going to fiddle with said metal plate.]
Oh. It moves. Like it's not lodged in here but sorta hinged. I think.
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[ they’ll figure this out together because this part of it is less familiar to her, but if her dim memories of cleaning the fireplace are to be trusted… ]
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[And look at that: the lingering smoke was pulled upward into the chimney instead of being shoved back into the room.]
The fuck is the point in even having this in here? It just blocks the smoke.
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[ it’s where her mind goes initially, after experiencing that cold snap while most of them had still been in the boarding house. the fewer places the cold air can seep in, the warmer a house will keep. she’d sealed up many of the gaps in her room herself, with chaos, blocking them with air. ]
At least now you won’t suffocate on smoke.
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[Once she gets it built. Again.]
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[ without mentioning how much assistance yennefer had given to her personally, since that seems moot now. ]
You’ll have to let me see it in its full, roaring glory sometime.
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[She started the whole making a fire process. At least some of the woods was still smoldering.]
You know, how about you come over for lunch like a week after this harvest festival shit? I'll have Gilia make us something real tasty.
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