Yennefer loathes reaching out to Geralt, so opts for Tissaia instead. As the astral projection takes form, Yennefer inquires whether the Mikaelsons’ claims have merit. How Tissaia schools her features in response says enough.
“The Conclave is just…allowing him to go after these innocent women?”
“By the time we are aware of his actions, they are hardly innocent. Just look at Renfri of Creyden—a witcher was the end of her, and if a witcher is involved—”
“A witcher will do whatever they have to get what they want, and you know they value coin most of all.”
Even she doesn’t believe the words, knowing it was Geralt that was her end. She doesn’t trust the story paints him as the Butcher of Blaviken, but she pushes those feelings down, still not sure if they are true or machinations of the wish he made.
“I did some digging, and it turns out that Stregobor was in Blaviken, hiding from this girl who claims he ruined her life. Why does his word matter more over hers?”
“Because you know how the Conclave works.” The first thing Tissaia taught her was that the men of the Conclave let the power go to their heads and will protect themselves before anyone else. “And given his experiments—”
“Experiments?” She straightens. “What experiments? What does he do to these women?”
Tissaia doesn’t respond, and Yennefer waves away the illusion, ending the connection between them. Pieces of her loyalty continue to flake further and further away, and she wonders what these men have ever done to make them think they could own the world.
“Is now a bad time?”
Yennefer’s head snaps up from her thoughts to see Freya standing at the door ahead of her. “No, not at all.” She gestures for the other witch to come in. “Close the door.”
Freya does as she’s told and makes her way closer. “Would you like the good news or the bad news?”
“I’m not sure what could make the news I already received much worse.” Yennefer goes to sink down into the seat. “Let’s go with bad and try to end on an up note.”
Freya smirks as she nods. “I summoned the djinn who cast your witcher’s wish. He cannot break his own wishes, especially when we don’t know exactly what Geralt wished for.”
“So I’m cursed, then. To continue to be drawn to him like a magnet.”
“You had me start with the bad news.”
“Is there any good when you begin like that?”
“There are still options.” Freya tips her head to the side. “You can always end the wish by ending the witcher.”
Yennefer starts, before shaking her head. “Not on the table.”
“I could also continue to look for options. Djinn magic may be beyond my current expertise, but magic is magic. If it cast a spell, we can break it.”
Yennefer glances over to the other woman and nods. Her words make sense, and she’s grateful that Freya will continue to try, even though it’s not an easy fix. It’s a gesture of good faith worth rewarding.
“I don’t think that I should wait that long for my part in our quid pro quo.”
Freya looks surprised at the statement, then nods. “Klaus will be pleased to hear it.”
“And you?”
Freya pauses, considering, before looking up at her again. “I am grateful for your help, but I do not require it. I’m helping because I want to help you, Yennefer.”
Yennefer can’t help the way her stomach twists at that, but nods. “Good. Then let’s get started.”
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Yennefer loathes reaching out to Geralt, so opts for Tissaia instead. As the astral projection takes form, Yennefer inquires whether the Mikaelsons’ claims have merit. How Tissaia schools her features in response says enough.
“The Conclave is just…allowing him to go after these innocent women?”
“By the time we are aware of his actions, they are hardly innocent. Just look at Renfri of Creyden—a witcher was the end of her, and if a witcher is involved—”
“A witcher will do whatever they have to get what they want, and you know they value coin most of all.”
Even she doesn’t believe the words, knowing it was Geralt that was her end. She doesn’t trust the story paints him as the Butcher of Blaviken, but she pushes those feelings down, still not sure if they are true or machinations of the wish he made.
“I did some digging, and it turns out that Stregobor was in Blaviken, hiding from this girl who claims he ruined her life. Why does his word matter more over hers?”
“Because you know how the Conclave works.” The first thing Tissaia taught her was that the men of the Conclave let the power go to their heads and will protect themselves before anyone else. “And given his experiments—”
“Experiments?” She straightens. “What experiments? What does he do to these women?”
Tissaia doesn’t respond, and Yennefer waves away the illusion, ending the connection between them. Pieces of her loyalty continue to flake further and further away, and she wonders what these men have ever done to make them think they could own the world.
“Is now a bad time?”
Yennefer’s head snaps up from her thoughts to see Freya standing at the door ahead of her. “No, not at all.” She gestures for the other witch to come in. “Close the door.”
Freya does as she’s told and makes her way closer. “Would you like the good news or the bad news?”
“I’m not sure what could make the news I already received much worse.” Yennefer goes to sink down into the seat. “Let’s go with bad and try to end on an up note.”
Freya smirks as she nods. “I summoned the djinn who cast your witcher’s wish. He cannot break his own wishes, especially when we don’t know exactly what Geralt wished for.”
“So I’m cursed, then. To continue to be drawn to him like a magnet.”
“You had me start with the bad news.”
“Is there any good when you begin like that?”
“There are still options.” Freya tips her head to the side. “You can always end the wish by ending the witcher.”
Yennefer starts, before shaking her head. “Not on the table.”
“I could also continue to look for options. Djinn magic may be beyond my current expertise, but magic is magic. If it cast a spell, we can break it.”
Yennefer glances over to the other woman and nods. Her words make sense, and she’s grateful that Freya will continue to try, even though it’s not an easy fix. It’s a gesture of good faith worth rewarding.
“I don’t think that I should wait that long for my part in our quid pro quo.”
Freya looks surprised at the statement, then nods. “Klaus will be pleased to hear it.”
“And you?”
Freya pauses, considering, before looking up at her again. “I am grateful for your help, but I do not require it. I’m helping because I want to help you, Yennefer.”
Yennefer can’t help the way her stomach twists at that, but nods. “Good. Then let’s get started.”