[ Flirtatious, isn't she? And possibly rather troublesome, declaring herself to be happy only with gold. What Yennefer needs, perhaps even more than the urn itself, is someone who will free the djinn inside by spending its wishes.
Yes, troublesome indeed. But flirtatious? She can work with that. With a slow smile, one that carefully masks her irritation, she stands from the lavish bed that serves as her throne in the midst of all this, moving around to its side to procure a small bundle of dried herbs. ] Then we are in agreement, misthios. [ Not quite. She'll sway this woman to her will yet.
Sway, because this woman is too interesting to simply bend. ]
I did say anything, did I not? If you doubt me, I'm sure my magic will show you the depths of my desire... at least until a word of your choice ends the spell.
[ She raises her brows, waiting for an answer. If Kassandra agrees, gives her a word, Yennefer will light the herbs and blow the smoke toward her, the spell designed to cause an immediate arousal, but with inhibitions intact, until the word of choice is spoken. A hint of something more, something the mage will most certainly give to the person who aids her. Especially if that person spends the wishes of the djinn.
And if she refuses... well, Yennefer will just have to find another way. ]
I never doubted that we will come to an agreement. Funny, that— a pretty face and a little gold can get anything out of me, as well.
[ But enough of flirting. It's hard not to, when the woman before her is so... alluring. Absolutely, positively enticing, even without all of her displays of magic. That isn't to say that she isn't interested when the offer is extended her way to have a taste of the depths of her desire. Heavens, nothing is as tempting as so.
So, naturally, she nods, mumbling the word "drachmae" has her chosen, and immediately the smoke is blown her way and—
Gods, she feels he knees tremble, and she lets out a gasp, stumbling forward just slightly. ]
That— is powerful magic, indeed. [ Her tone is full of mirth. ] You don't quite expect me to leave this way, do you?
[ The smile grows slowly on Yennefer's face as she watches the mercenary stagger forward a step, the look on her face a clear sign of how instant and potent the spell's effect has been. It's a smug smile - her expressions nearly always have some hint of arrogance, nowadays - although the chuckle that escapes her breaks the image slightly, just for a moment. She's good-natured, this misthios. It's almost enough to abate the sorceress's irritation. ]
Call it an incentive. [ The hint of amusement fades, leaving just the superior, smug witch. ] The sooner you come back with my urn, the sooner we can deal with your little problem.
[ Of course, it would be just as easy for the other woman to state that foreign word again, breaking the spell in an instant. But between those little smiles, the playful, flirtatious comments... Yennefer has a feeling that this will all go exactly the way she wants it to. ]
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Yes, troublesome indeed. But flirtatious? She can work with that. With a slow smile, one that carefully masks her irritation, she stands from the lavish bed that serves as her throne in the midst of all this, moving around to its side to procure a small bundle of dried herbs. ] Then we are in agreement, misthios. [ Not quite. She'll sway this woman to her will yet.
Sway, because this woman is too interesting to simply bend. ]
I did say anything, did I not? If you doubt me, I'm sure my magic will show you the depths of my desire... at least until a word of your choice ends the spell.
[ She raises her brows, waiting for an answer. If Kassandra agrees, gives her a word, Yennefer will light the herbs and blow the smoke toward her, the spell designed to cause an immediate arousal, but with inhibitions intact, until the word of choice is spoken. A hint of something more, something the mage will most certainly give to the person who aids her. Especially if that person spends the wishes of the djinn.
And if she refuses... well, Yennefer will just have to find another way. ]
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[ But enough of flirting. It's hard not to, when the woman before her is so... alluring. Absolutely, positively enticing, even without all of her displays of magic. That isn't to say that she isn't interested when the offer is extended her way to have a taste of the depths of her desire. Heavens, nothing is as tempting as so.
So, naturally, she nods, mumbling the word "drachmae" has her chosen, and immediately the smoke is blown her way and—
Gods, she feels he knees tremble, and she lets out a gasp, stumbling forward just slightly. ]
That— is powerful magic, indeed. [ Her tone is full of mirth. ] You don't quite expect me to leave this way, do you?
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Call it an incentive. [ The hint of amusement fades, leaving just the superior, smug witch. ] The sooner you come back with my urn, the sooner we can deal with your little problem.
[ Of course, it would be just as easy for the other woman to state that foreign word again, breaking the spell in an instant. But between those little smiles, the playful, flirtatious comments... Yennefer has a feeling that this will all go exactly the way she wants it to. ]