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“Yennefer,” Pip stressed for what felt like the millionth time.
“Of Vengerberg!” he says with exasperation clear in his tone.
He sighed, nodded with a weary smile crawling onto his lips. “Thanks anyway then.” He groaned as he decided to leave the market area he’d been scouring. He’d caught reliable word that she’d be here, that she’d been here for ages and would like be here for ages longer. He knew she was around. She has to be! He has no more leads!
His fingers tingle slightly, and he shakes them to shake out the feeling of exasperation that prompts the tingling. Sometimes, when he gets too emotional, fire just starts pouring of him. It can become all-consuming at times. That was why he needed her. He needed someone to teach him how to be a real mage, and not just anyone, he needed the best. Yennefer was that in his eyes and more. Of course, he’d never met her, couldn’t speak for her actual character, but her skill was renowned.
Sighing dejectedly, he makes his way through the throng of people toward the inn he was sheltering at, thinking he wouldn’t know if he’d been looking her in the face. What if he had? What if he’d asked her directly and she’d feigned dumb? Gods, was this hopeless? Was it silly to think he could attract her presence by mere want and desire alone? Alas, he still held on hoping that she might just appear to him like some thread of fate was connecting them, as if he was some protagonist in a story that required she guide him, as if she was the missing piece to his hero’s journey...