Visenna

 // sideblog to @onceiworeatrenchcoat

[visennax]

yrgwynbleidd

A soft grunt left Geralts’ parted lips as he winced from the pain, the scent of a familiar yet some how unfamiliar setting making him shift slightly where he lay. He couldn’t quite pin point where he was, his head was killing him and the pain was tearing away the urge to move, to speak to whoever it was looking after him. A soft sigh left him as he turned his head to the side, listening to the voice only for one conclusion to arise,

“Mother..”

He spoke tenderly, his hands gripping at the fabric of the bedsheets, his eyes trying to open however failing as various thoughts came to mind to ask her; why did she leave him? Why did he become what he was?…So many thoughts that drowned his thoughts of pain, however replaced with a new pain..one that he couldn’t understand.

He was trying to sit up, lost where he was, but his strengths were still not regained. She pushed him softly. ‘Don`t.’ And he continued sleeping, she sat at his bed, looking at him, listening to his breath. She tried to remember the boy he once was. He was so different. A fighter, a killer. He used to be so small, his curly brown hair, soft and sweet. He was such a sweet child and then when Visemir told her it was time to let him go she did not want to. It was not her decision, but Visemir would come again and again and who was she to fight Destiny? 

‘Gerlant, my boy.’ She caressed his hair tenderly. ‘My sweet boy.’ she placed her lips on his forehead. He was back, at least for a moment. He was back. ‘You need to rest. There will be time to talk later.’ She knew he had questions, his restless mind could not fall asleep easily but her herbs were good and working. ‘I will be here.’ 

[visennax]

                  Violet eyes scanned over the woman as she approached brows drawn together ever so slightly as she began to talk, she was human now that was something she hadn’t been expecting. She moved so easily and quiet for a human, ❝ I suppose I should say thank you for that. ❞ she responded to the other who spoke of wanting to make sure she didn’t get lost. Eyes cast downwards some as she asked if there was something that she could help her find and she wasn’t sure if she should tell her what it was that she wanted, ❝ Pringrape I’m looking for some Pringrape ❞

It was easier for Visenna to hide who she was. She did not look like a sorceress. She was average, beautiful and she looked far more younger than she was but t hat was not a trick and people did not see that. Pringrape was not hard to find and Visenna was sure the woman did not need her help for that but working in two was always quicker. “While I am sure you don´t need my help. I can show you, it is not far from here. You see, I rarely meet sorceresses so powerful.” It was obvious the woman in front of her was not some usual witch. Her demeanour, the posture, the way she walked. “Are you here on someone´s behalf if I may be so curious?”

[visennax]

Who in the last year had not been held at the threat of a sword. Political turmoil was always in the air but the past year it had been amplified by a hundred. Being threatened did not frighten him but meeting a stranger with no weapon in the middle of the forest with such a calm demeanour would make the hardest of battle born warriors stand on edge.

“Only unprepared fools fear winter..” he replies making no move towards his sword seeing as it had been a woman with no obvious weapon that addressed him and he was more idiot than he ought to be when it came to the ‘fair’ gender being a threat.

“Monsters dwell everywhere, some wear crowns behind castle walls call themselves Kings.” He was not strictly lost more sent astray taking the forest paths to avoid the town roads but this forest was not known to him.

“No monster could ever unnerve me as much as lone woman with too calm a demeanour in a forest ever could-”

And yet the man standing in front of her was hardly a man. A boy perhaps, just outgrown his baby shoes. She was ashamed speaking in such a manner. Perhaps, she scared him but he did not seem to be scared. His reaction was that of a young man. Her comment was meant in a good humour, yet he seemed so serious.  ‘I apologise for my comment. ‘ She admitted. He certainly seemed to have an opinion on ...things. Kings and monsters. She understood the topic quite well and he was not far from the truth. ‘You are very wise to say such words and I hope I can help you with whatever you are looking for. Are you lost? It is rare to see people here alone.’ Which was true. It wasn`t THAT rare that people would come in the forest but alone? Mages, healers, wizards but HUMANS? Unless something troubles their bodies or minds. 

[visennax]

“Enough to play at court…” Jaskier replied, confident that he was at least not inept at his chosen profession. While he was not yet one of the greats, he had some measure of skill that made it a good choice of lifelong career.  He smiled at her suggestion, knowing that it might help him break through the fog in his mind to put things in order to craft his new song. At her offer to listen, his smile grew wider and he nodded.

“If you wish to listen, then I shall entertain…” he grinned, bowing to her with a wide gesture of his arm. Adjusting his lute, he hummed the starting tune of one of his more beloved songs, reminding himself of it before he strummed the tune. He played the opening bars twice, before in a clear voice he began to sing out. “The call of the white wolf is loudest at the dawn…” It might not be his adventures, but it was inspired by those of his muse, and that in itself was an adventure.

‘Very well. Congratulations’ She said. So the boy was good. Visenna wondered how long ago it was that she visited any type of courts. Certainly many, Lyria had surely changed. But she did not dwell on her imaginings for long and her thoughts came back to the stranger. She was happy to hear him playing. She expected a romantic song about a boy wooing a pretty girl. She thought the boy would play gentle melodies and instead the song had a different text. It was adventurous, interesting and captivating. His music was beautiful but the text did truly catch her attention. But somehow the boy did not seem to be such a skilled fighter to take be compared to the White Wolf.  ‘That was indeed beautiful’ she admitted. ‘But please, tell me if you can, does that white wolf exist? Is that you or is it your friend? Did all those adventures really happen?’ She felt a bit ashamed of her own curiosity and doubt. 

[eclipsecursed]

  how do i stay tender with this much blood in my mouth?

                                             indie/private/selective/mutuals only                                              renfri of creyden from the witcher                                            semi-fandomless and adored by a.j.

[gwynnblaeidd]

with a heavy sigh , geralt sheathes his sword. he does not care for repeating himself. 

            “ which part of of no, don’t you understand ? ”

[visennax]

the woman raised her hands in defeat.                                       ‘I am here as a friend’ she says with her eyes carefully looking around.                                       She did not know whether he knew who she was but she would always                                        recognize him anywhere. So much he looked like Korin. 

[rectoress-deactivated20251207]

          there is no conjuring something from nothing. there is a give and a take.

[hxrsxwxmxnxofwxr]

@visennax​ called for the sorceress.

      Fingertips were pressing along the bridge of her nose, she could feel a headache coming on. Why did she think she’d be able to find what she was looking for in this damn forest? A sigh passed through red tinted lips as violet eyes cast upwards to see if she could tell where the sun was currently setting, when she heard steps near by even though they were faint, ❝ Who’s there? ❞She called out shoulders squared up some ready for anything. 

[visennax]

A rather petite frame, dark hair, wavy and kept well. She certainly was not a poor lost pilgrim or maid who lost her senses over a silly boy. Visenna did not mean to follow her, not because she would want to spy but more like make sure the girl is keeping on track. But perhaps her steps were not as careful as she though. 'Do not worry, please.' she put her hands up. 'I am simply making sure you are not getting yourself lost, my dear.' She said with a smile. But Visenna did have some time to realise she was not just speaking to anyone. A sorceress herself? But what was she doing here? ‘Are you looking for anything? Can I help? I know that forest pretty well so if you need a herb or ..anything like that. I can...assist?’ She asked unsure. Visenna was always wary of other mages, wizards and witchers. After all, not all of them did her good. 

[visennax]

@yrgwynbleidd​

The forest had always been her home, always had given her what she needed, her herbs and companions in the form of animals, wanderers and odd creatures. Visenna`s life was not that of an ambitious sorceress, she did not wish to get mixed up in politics or work as a midwife for wealthy noblewomen, neither did she wish to join the temple of Melitele or other priestesses. Not many shared her opinion, other mages and wizards did long forgotten the old ways and were now moving into towns where not only fame but money could be made and in most places magic was feared but also welcomed.  It was not rare that she would find a hurt animal to safe or a human or any other creature so when she heard the branches creaking and she was a man falling on the ground she hurried to help, her basket already filled with freshly picked herbs. She studied the man, not without curiosity and it did not take much to take who he was. It was him, the boy that she once had to give up. But his hair was silver, her hand was shaking. She wanted to touch him, to caress him. And his face once so small and chubby was now twisted with pain. ‘Here, here, ease a little’ she told him as she was trying to push some herbs through his throat softened by the water found in her bag.  She waited for him to get better until she would be able to carry him. She wanted to, she wanted to take him home at once but she knew she would not be able until he would get better. It took two strong woodcutters and a calming spell to carry him into the cottage so when he woke up she could see his eyes. HORROR. What has happened to them? But she did not ask, she did not say. ‘Lay, I`ll bring you water.’ She was sure he did not know. How could he or did he? 

[visennax]

waiting wasn’t easy for someone like renfri, she was not used to simply resting in one place for so long. nor was she accustomed to going so long without being able to lift a sword. patience was her enemy, and it was not one she could fight but must surrender to. despite it all, renfri was thankful for the sorceress’ assistance during those trying times. she hadn’t any coin to repay the woman’s kindness, but she could offer a story…even if it was one she wished not to dwell on. it took her moment to find the will to revisit such a moment so traumatic and defining. renfri was silent for a long while, the only sound from her a stifled wince before she would finally speak.

“there was a witcher, white-haired and amber eyed…he wanted me to abandon my hunt for revenge against the wizard Stregobor.” renfri recounted, though the details are there she did not expound on them or tell the tale as some epic adventure. “i was too angry…too hurt, to simply leave blaviken. i wanted blood, or i wanted death. there was in between. i was ready to slaughter innocents if it meant getting closer to the wizard, and the witcher chose to stop me.” renfri’s voice went distant for a moment, the memory playing out in her mind just as vividly as it had happened that fateful day. “we fought, and he killed me, saving me from myself.”

Visenna was happy to see Renfri calm down. It was a sign of her healing. She was getting better everyday and while Visenna had humans and creatures to attend to it had been some time since she took any of them home and had a proper company. The sorceress lived alone, usually happily so, taking comfort in the surrounding nature, her herbs, animals and clients. But she did have a soft spot for her girl seeing her so battled and knowing her story. Visenna was not the ambitious type. Visenna waited for Renfri to start talking, she did not want to push her but was relieved when the woman started her tale.  So she listened. It was understandable that Renfri wanted to kill the man and understandable that when she was attacked by the Witcher she wanted to fight back. ‘You only fought back.’ Commented Visenna though there would be no mistake in thinking that her heart skipped a beat when she heard the Princess mention the Witcher. But what chance would it be that it was HIM. After all, last time she saw him his hair was dark so she made no use of it. ‘Do you think...’ she did not know whether it was fair of her to ask ‘that you will continue your search for Stregobor?’ But did it really matter? What was Visenna`s role in it? ‘I am simply asking so that you keep yourself safe and well.’ 

[visennax]

He watched as she sipped from the stream and smiled to himself at the innocence of the action in comparison compared to some of the things he had seen. It was nice to enjoy the beauty of the world in contrast to the blood and ruthlessness he had seen. At her question he turned to her, resting his lute across his knees with a smile.

“That I am, a bard i mean…” he murmured, drumming his fingers against his lute gently as he watched her, keeping his expression open and his intentions clear. “And I am seeking the next muse for the next tale to tell in taverns and courts…” he admitted, knowing truly he needed another run in with Geralt to hear a tale of a monster, or a new love to inspire his affections into a ballad.

“You can call me Jaskier…” he finished, returning to his lute, strumming against the strings in the tune he was working on in his mind. It was far from complete but he figured he could at least get something new going soon.

It was then when she noticed he was carrying a lute. A nice instrument, she had not seen many and it rested her eyes on it for a little. ‘Do you play well?’ She asked and her tone sounded more like scolding which she had not intended. ‘Maybe you should just start playing and something might come out of it.’ She suggested. Visenna had to admit it would be nice to listen to some music. Not that the nature would not offer everything she needed but she also hoped to encourage the lost stranger. ‘I might not be much of a use for a muse but I can ...listen’ she smiled after a pause.  ‘Please, Jaskier. Do sing me about your adventures. Surely a young gentleman like yourself have had some.’ Visenna might have looked like a young woman but in reality she was much older. She had seen many things and not much would surprise her but she had learnt one thing about people...they sure liked to talk about themselves. 

[gehwalt-moved-deactivated202201]

BOOK  &  GAME  INSPIRED. CANON  DIVERGENT.

SIR  THE  CHILDREN  WEEP. THERE  IS  A  MAN  CLOAKED  IN  BLACK  COMING  THIS  WAY. SIR  THE  HORSES  REAR. STEADY  AND  WITH  PURPOSE  NOW, THE  SHADOW  WANTS  SOMETHING. SIR  DO  THEY  BRING  THE  PLAGUE?

                “                  pay  me. ”

[visennax]

visenna,        a sorceress,            a healer indie,                     welcoming.

[eclipsecursed]

it’s been week’s since her resurrection, week’s of recovering and regaining a sense of reality. once fatal wounds were stitched and treated, days of fogginess and confusion have passed, yet there is more healing left to be done. “you said it wouldn’t take long to heal.” renfri fusses, unhappy with the results despite playing her part in the time it’s taking her to recover. tonics and salves mixed with special herbs sped the process along, but renfri’s resistance to magic still means time. 

she’s a stubborn patient, refusing any treatment for pain, often disregarding the instruction given by  visenna. the results often leading to added time for a full recovery. even now as she sits at the sorceress’ table, fresh blood seeping from the reopened wound upon her shoulder, renfri is defiant. it’s all she can be in order to keep herself from feeling weak. @vissenax

[visennax]

various creatures would come to her for help. some she would refuse, {high-born pregnant ladies looking for herbs to abort their unwanted babies, both men and women looking for help in their rather delicate passions, she was not a mage, her medicine was not for sale} but most she would take in. renfri was a case she would refuse if it was not for the old friendship with other inhabitants of forests. once she heard the girl`s story, her heart ached for the poor girl. how much she endured, how terrible life had been to her and where visenna`s heart was involved she would survive the curses said in anger and the impatience of her poor patient.  ‘just wait.’ she would say during those hard days in her simple cottage. many cups of tea, many changed of leaf-made bandages, many old and forgotten recipes tested once again, many spells cast. renfri was uneasy, nervous, ready to start her new life and visenna understood her need to go and revenge those who deserved. ‘I am happy that you feel better.’ she said with a smile. ‘now, at least you can talk to me about what exactly had happened at blaviken?’ visenna had heard tales of the slaughter but it was a way to calm the princess down. but little did she know what the true story was and what old wounds she would open. 

[ashncrwnd]

Hatred and vengeance blinded me.   But I shall stand before them in humility.   I shall remember the expression in their eyes.   I hope the memory of those eyes will stop me making a similar M I S T A K E.

ciri from the witcher. primarily book-inspired with influences from games and show. temp. ©

[visennax]

it was destiny which took you from me, geralt

And you will to me the first thing you do not expend to find but you will. Korin knew about the strange request but first it did not ring the bell. He smiled stupidly. What was Visemir talking about? The first thing he did not expect. He expect nothing. He expected that his home would be in ruins. He expected she would have fled, he expected her gone and so he thanked the Witcher for saving his life and as he was moving closer to the house that was still standing, His heart was pumping. What was he to give to the Witcher? What was he to find? A child`s cry, his heart shrank. A child? No. No. No. No.  He stepped into the poor house. Poor on the outside but not so in the inside. A young sorceress lying next to her a child, healthy, already big for, ‘a boy’ she whispered, for his age.  So this would be what he would once had to give. 

[visennax]

@lyricaltales

Sometimes he needed a break from the bustle of the town, finding the peace of the rolling landscape an appropriate setting to inspire his muse for his next song and think on crafting lyrics together. Sitting by the stream, he mulled over a word combination, muttering beneath his breath as he tested them, distracted only by the approach of another. Tipping his head, he offered a smile, curious as to who the stranger was.

“And what adventure brings you this way, trailing the path of the stream?” he asked, eager for a tale, a chance to spark muse and fall for another story that made his heart sing.

It was not rare that she would find herself lost in her path. It was her intention perhaps. She had always enjoyed it, she believed that like that the best herbs would be found and if an uninvited  monster came to greet her, she was not so helpless and not so slow to run from it. Sometimes even a stranger would come by and she would be eager to help him. At least she was good at something. It kept her alive, her gift, her purpose.  And here he was sitting....a stranger...muttering some words under his nose. They were not spells as she would realise later, when she took a step closer. Her senses a bit better than those of mere humans. Was he muttering a verse? And not the best one but Visenna could not help but smile a little. Perhaps her steps were too loud but her throat was no less dry. She needed to drink and since the stranger was disturbed anyway she dared to come closer. First, it seemed she ignored his question. But she heard him well. She kneeled first and took a good sip of water. ‘Sweet and clear as always.’ She looked up. ‘Probably the same as you, stranger. Water? Or is it that you are looking for the inspiration in this lovely forest?’ She asked not unkindly but with a certain suspicion. But perhaps her welcome was not exactly kind as she this time her tone changed ‘Are you a bard, Stranger?’.