Reputable, yet ditzy sorceress Euphemiya Haywood is suspended from the magical academy Aretuza after an unfortunate incident. She's sent to the School of the Wolf in Kaer Morhen to finish her studies, where she meets a young witcher and starts a lif...
Euphemiya clenched her dress in her hands as she lightly jogged to where Triss and Geralt were waiting. Tonight was the Vegelbud's long awaited ball. Many wealthy townfolk were invited, as well as Eupehmiya: Novigrad's most famous counsellor. Eupehmiya had helped Ingrid Vegelbud and her husband through her marital problems, before Lord Vegelbud had passed. Euphemiya remained friends with Ingrid and, because of her help, was often granted invitations to balls and parties, something the mage quite enjoyed. There was nothing better than pulling out a dramatic ball gown and dance the night away.
Geralt was the first to spot her, having smelt a whiff of the Bachelor's Button flower and strawberry cream pie (Geralt's mouth watered as he thought of the delicious dessert she always made when he visited).
"I'm here, I'm here." Euphemiya smiled, heaving deep breaths.
"Great, let's go," Triss immediately said.
"Wait. Masks." Geralt stopped them, his eyes trailing towards Euphemiya intricate blue dress. "Pulling out all the stops, huh?"
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Euphemiya giggled, adjusting her butterfly mask, then gasped as she saw Triss dress.
"My gosh, Triss! You look so beautiful!" she almost squealed. She barely looked at Geralt as he offered her his arm. He watched her in amusement, a warm feeling spreading through him at the sight of her joy.
Triss smiled briefly, smoothing out the fabric clutching her petite body. "Thanks."
Euphemiya nearly gasped as she saw the cuts and bruises on Triss' fingers, but did not comment, knowing it was not the place or any of her business. Though, she would ask Geralt later, who certainly knew. It must have had something to do with his earlier errand with Triss.
The gentlemen guarding the entrance let them in. Euphemiya smiled at her surroundings, greeting familiar faces left and right.
Triss walked in front of them in search of Ingrid, while Geralt and Euphemiya, arms looped together, walked behind her. Euphemiya bit the inside of her cheek, lifting herself higher to speak in Geralt's ear. He leaned down slightly to appease her, even though he would've heard her from another room with his inhuman hearing.
"Are you sure you want to do this? Triss and I can do it alone," she whispered, her voice inaudible to normal ears.
"Priscilla's writing the play, as we speak, so there's nothing to do in the meantime," he whispered back. "Besides, they have desserts here that you don't make."
She gasped quietly. "Traitor. My pies are a thousand times better- Though I appreciate the competition!" she added as though someone was listening. Geralt chuckled, knowing she couldn't live with herself if she hadn't defended the caterers from herself.
Triss lead them to Ingrid, who was away from the festivities. The wealthy noblewoman spotted them and shooed her guests away.
"Miss?" Lady Vegelbud began slightly apprehensively.
