fandomtownies | The Causeway, Wednesday Afternoon

A portal opened up at the causeway and spat out a sorceress in a fur-trimmed traveling dress better suited for tramping around the mountains in autumn than Maryland in June, who said, as a pleasant disembodied voice thanked her for choosing Portalocity, "Oh, go fuck yourself over a barrel," and stomped off toward her apartment building, if not her apartment. She needed to talk to the bard right now.

Sweet Melitele, she hoped he had alcohol.

((Establishy, but can be open if anyone wants to risk conversing with just-post-mountain-breakup Yennefer!))