Dead Bodies Everywhere

Unknown Spirit

Hushed and low is her voice as she talks to him, the light of the fireplace dancing in a warm orange on er face, making her eyes shimmer bright green.
  "Geralt you can't tell me that this is normal."
  "She is just happy for once," The look in her face was enough to make him roll his cat like eyes.
  "What's wrong with that now Ciri?"
  "Seriously? Are you retard or something? You and me know her better than anyone else and Yen would never by all means behave like this! Look at her, she is making dinner! For Lambert!" Her slender hand points towards the black haired sorcerer walking towards the kitchen slot singing, in a high pitched awfully sweet voice, a reply to the baffled Lambert.
  "Coming right up Lambert sweetie. And a beer for everyone as well ~"
  Geralt brows furrow, but before he was able to say anything the big old door to the castle swings open with a heavy creak, letting the cold winter air in, causing everyone to shout "Close the door.", "You need to close the door."
  "It's enough if one of you shouts that, you know. Make some space I'm freezing here."
  "Where is your attachment Eskel. Did you finally left her in the wild to run with her kind?" The door opens and closes again, not without the shouts, and in walks the answer to Lamberts question followed by a stranger.
  "Margy!!" Yennefer screams happily and walks lightly over to the snow covered woman, hugging her tight. Margy can't even react as astonished as she is, but as Yen pulls away to greet the stranger, whom she seems to know, Margy can see what baffled her about the strange woman, that she used to know as Yennefer. It was her outfit. It was far away fro the usual dar coloured dresses she always Clitheroe herself with.
  This new dress on her was bright as the sun on a Springs morning. Yellow with bright green vines on it. She even wears an apron over it to prevent the dirt do strain it, while she is cooking.
  "Where did you left Eskel or is Sam here your new lover? Oh no there he is! Eskel you look cold. I'll bring you a hot soup, for you two as well." And off she goes again.
  "What in the name of all gods is that and what has it done to Yen?" Margy and her companion walk over to the fireplace to warm their cold bodies, wondering about the strange scene they walked in to.
  “Now Margy”, the mumbling Lambert gets interrupted by a grim reminder.
  “Margarethe.”
  “Hrm, Margarethe. Why don't you introduce your companion?”
  “My deepest apologies”, says the unknown man in a dark velvet voice, bowing slightly. “I am Sir Sam of Vengerberg, nice to meet you.”
  "Oh so you are with Yen? Say fella is that behaviour normal for her?" Lambert asks curious eyeing the newcomer. Sam's hair was of a deep black, falling in slight waves partly into his face. The melted snow glitters in water drops now as the fire reflects in them. His eyes are hidden in the shadows, but is expression was concerned.
  "I am not related to her as you might think. I love her, that is for sure, and I always will, but to me she is more like a mother, than the one, that abandoned me. Yennefer, for those, who are not familiar with her, can be cheerful, but I have never seen her like this before. What happened before we arrived?"
  "Nothing much. Yen and me traveled together and from one day to the other she turned into this cheerful state. I say she is just happy to be here." Geralt shrugs with his shoulders, taking another sip of his beer. Ciri and almost everyone else rolls their eyes. Sam, however, looks even more concerned into the direction she vanished.

  Half an hour later the sorceress appears again with a full tray of steaming, tasty smelling food in her hands.
  "Dinner is ready!" She tweets in a high pitched voice, placing the plate in the center of the table. The tired companionship raises from their huddled self's I front of the fire to move to the table. The smells is mouthwatering and all dig in without putting much mind to the unusual chatty Yen. She is highly interested in how Sam was doing these past few years, the same goes for Ciri. She even asks Margy and Lambert on how they have been.
  “Hey Yen do you remember our agreement?” Margy observes the sorceress of our the corner of her eyes, while she takes a huge bite of the streaming chicken in front of her. It was a splendid question, that only the real Yen can know.