( the way she shrugs isn't immediately any clearerβ
except insofar as it seems a deft failure to either acknowledge the jest or respond to the question. nevermind about her displeasure, )
You're the fourth such volunteer. I don't have time to dedicate to a formal apprenticeship or any very specific interest in magic beyond that it not kill me before I finish what I've started,
( after, she assumes, it goes without saying. she thinks people prefer it to go without saying; no one ever seems to appreciate her frank acknowledgment of her position as glorified human sacrifice.
and no one else found it funny when she had corrected herself, elfblooded, upon objections. )
so whoever's willing and able to work around that gets the job. You would have to come with me, ( to be plainer, ) and I can't guarantee your safety.
( however sharp she'd been, in the face of practised circle courtesy, this doesn't seem like an effort to put yennefer offβ though it certainly sounds like it's been effective in dissuading others. the quirk of the corner of her mouth, something that's almost like a smile β a light flashed behind a shutter, )
Someone will probably try to sell you harder, or gloss over that part, or whatever makes it sound less like suicide with homework, but the fact of the matter is it's two jobs and four people have already declined to do them simultaneously.
( all three trainers, and dorian, who is doing one of those difficult jobs and doesn't need another. vivienne's already read the room on the likelihood of influencing their inquisitor so directly; solas, gwenaΓ«lle thinks, wouldn't conceive of it being too difficult and would be terribly brave about how terribly fucking sad she makes him. it would be unendurable under any circumstances, but particularly those in which she strongly suspects him of shagging her mother.
better to not have the conversation at all. unless they get desperate. maybe madame baudin can talk to him about it, that sounds horrendous. )
no subject
except insofar as it seems a deft failure to either acknowledge the jest or respond to the question. nevermind about her displeasure, )
You're the fourth such volunteer. I don't have time to dedicate to a formal apprenticeship or any very specific interest in magic beyond that it not kill me before I finish what I've started,
( after, she assumes, it goes without saying. she thinks people prefer it to go without saying; no one ever seems to appreciate her frank acknowledgment of her position as glorified human sacrifice.
and no one else found it funny when she had corrected herself, elfblooded, upon objections. )
so whoever's willing and able to work around that gets the job. You would have to come with me, ( to be plainer, ) and I can't guarantee your safety.
( however sharp she'd been, in the face of practised circle courtesy, this doesn't seem like an effort to put yennefer offβ though it certainly sounds like it's been effective in dissuading others. the quirk of the corner of her mouth, something that's almost like a smile β a light flashed behind a shutter, )
Someone will probably try to sell you harder, or gloss over that part, or whatever makes it sound less like suicide with homework, but the fact of the matter is it's two jobs and four people have already declined to do them simultaneously.
( all three trainers, and dorian, who is doing one of those difficult jobs and doesn't need another. vivienne's already read the room on the likelihood of influencing their inquisitor so directly; solas, gwenaΓ«lle thinks, wouldn't conceive of it being too difficult and would be terribly brave about how terribly fucking sad she makes him. it would be unendurable under any circumstances, but particularly those in which she strongly suspects him of shagging her mother.
better to not have the conversation at all. unless they get desperate. maybe madame baudin can talk to him about it, that sounds horrendous. )