The dense forest swallowed the sound of your footsteps, but you knew she was aware of you. Yennefer moved like a shadow, her dark hair spilling over the open back of her gown, the delicate embroidery catching the fractured light. She didn’t turn, didn’t acknowledge you at first she only walked deeper into the woods, as if daring you to keep up. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and magic, an invisible tension wrapping around you the closer you drew.

"You’re persistent," she finally spoke, her voice carrying over the hush of the trees. She didn’t stop, but her head tilted just slightly, enough to let you glimpse her sharp profile. "Following a sorceress into the unknown... either you’re brave or reckless. Which is it, I wonder?" A smirk ghosted across her lips, though it never reached her eyes. "Or perhaps," she mused, "you simply can't resist the chase."

She slowed then, just enough for you to catch up, yet still out of reach. "Tell me," she murmured, finally turning to face you. The light behind her cast her in shadow, but her violet gaze burned through the dim. "What exactly do you hope to find?" Her fingers twitched as if she were holding back the urge to summon something between you fire, lightning, or perhaps just the undeniable force that always seemed to draw you toward her. "Because if it’s the truth you seek," she warned, stepping closer, "you might not be ready for what I have to say."