Embers

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Chapter 23

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Eira POV

They made their way through the castle and Eira was only vaguely aware of the soft music that echoed through the halls. The moans and grunts that came from one of the closed doors, made her hesitate to open one of them and she threw a look into Geralt's direction.

She arched a brow when Eira saw he held something in his free hand. The other supporting Jaskier who looked pale, but was still breathing and followed everything with his eyes.

"What are you holding?" She asked.

"Apple Juice," he replied. "Open the door. And don't get distracted by the illusion the sorceress might have spinned inside the chamber."

It crossed her mind to ask where Geralt found the jug with apple juice, but Eira pushed the door open instead.

Eira wanted to pinch her eyes shut when she saw the image unfolding before her. She stood frozen  in the door opening while she felt how Geralt passed her by with Jaskier. Seemingly, the witcher was unbothered by the orgy that took place right before their eyes.

Naked men and women, playing with each other lying down or sitting up. The heat that rose to Eira's cheeks was undeniably too warm for her.

"Eira," Geralt called her back to reality and she cast her eyes down.

"Coming," she murmured and watched her feet move.

The Witcher put Jaskier down on one of the coughes, next to a pair who were busy kissing and touching. Eira grabbed his hand gently and glanced at the woman all dressed in black. She sat at the front, her face covered halfly by a lace, black mask.

Eira swallowed thickly. The magic that played around her was heavy and laced into her veins slowly. The elemental was sure that Geralt felt the same and he waited patiently for Eira to join him.

"We'll be right back," she murmured to Jaskier and felt his hand tighten around hers for a moment. "You'll be fine."

The bard looked at her and Eira threw a quick look to his swollen throat. The large bump was now blue and purple.

"The sorceress will heal you," she promised before she released her hand out of Jaskier's.

Eira followed closely behind Geralt while they made their way to the woman who sat at the front. Her gaze still cast down as much as possible and she bumped against the Witcher's back when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. An annoyed sigh of him reached Eira's ears, but she couldn't be bothered with his grumpiness. At least he was helping with Jaskier.

"Your apple juice," he spoke and held up the jug.

The woman turned her head slightly to face them both and Eira thought she was stunning. The black hair was up, but the elemental could see it was quite long and thick. It were they eyes that stood out ; a dark purple looked back at her.

The woman smirked before she stood up from her seat and strolled towards them. Elegance on high heels and Eira kept her gaze firmly planted on the sorceress.

"Why are you here, Witcher?"

"I have someone who needs healing. Only a sorceress can do this."

That's when her eyes travelled over Eira and the elemental stood a bit straighter.

"I feel magic that isn't my own," the woman spoke and slowly came to stand before Eira.

The Sorceress was taller than the Elemental and looked down upon her. A curious glint in those beautiful, purple eyes.

"Strong magic," she concluded. "Why do you have need of me, Witcher, when you travel with ... what are you?"