Embers

The Sorceress and the Elemental

Chapter 24

A/N : I cannot follow all of the storylines of Season I. This story isn't all canon. I couldn't wait to get to the part that Eira and Yennefer meet. Feel free to let me know what you think :) xoxo Aysline

The Sorceress and the Elemental -Eira's POV

Jaskier hardly stirred while Eira took care of him. She used the soft towel that Yennefer gave her to gently clean his chest and throat. The white shirt the bard wore, Eira had to rip open and get off of him before she was able to let the towel roam over his arms. She made sure he was dried off before trying to get the new, clean shirt over his head.

Eira cursed when she was unable to lift him far enough to pull the heavy cotton over his head. She eventually decided that the bard didn't need a shirt if Yennefer would try to heal his throat soon. Her fingers travelled over his arms and collarbone. She hummed, almost silently and her gaze travelled to his face.

Eyes closed, but a painful frown played between his brows and Jaskier's lips were shut tight. Eira pressed a swift kiss on his forehead and wiped his hair a bit out of the way.

"You'll be fine," she said again, not sure if she tried to convince him or herself. "You must."

She moved from the bed to get his shoes and trousers. Eira worked quickly ; washed his legs and feet. This time, she was able to get the loose, white linen trousers on without a problem. The thick blanket of the bed covered him and Eira got rid of the dirty water.

"There you are," Yennefer's voice startled the elemental in the long, dark corridor while she made her way back to the chamber where Jaskier was.

Eira glanced at the sorceress and noticed she had changed her attire completely. The black dress was replaced by a beautiful white one that had a split running up her leg. It was quite high, stopped right under her thigh, yet revealed nothing.

"I washed him," Eira said while she walked over to Yennefer.

The sorceress had a small smile around her lips and walked next to Eira. The candle Yennefer held, lit the way and caused shadows to play on the dark, stone walls. The elemental sniffed the air around them and arched a brow. Lilac and gooseberries filled the hallway which told her Yennefer must have bathed.

"What kind are you?"

Eira glanced sideways at Yennefer.

"Ice," was her short reply.

"Can you control the others?"

"Yes," Eira pushed the heavy door open when they arrived at the room. "Water and Earth."

"No fire?"

Eira held still and turned to face the sorceress.

"Of course not," her voice stern, "I'm not an idiot. I can't control fire. I won't ever control it."

"Why not?" Yennefer asked out of curiosity. "It's the most powerful."

Eira huffed and turned to sit on the side of the bed next to Jaskier.

"It's dangerous," was all she replied and closed the subject.

Uncomfortable to have the conversation when Jaskier was next to her. Even if he was in a deep slumber.

"You promised to heal him," Eira reminded Yennefer.

"I did, didn't I?"

Eira let her gaze follow the sorceress around the room. Her eyes followed Yennefer's every movement and Eira made a mental note to not completely trust the woman. The way Yennefer smirked and had a greedy sparkly in her eyes, made Eira on edge.

"Where's Geralt?"

There was that half smirk again around the beautiful woman's lips.

"Resting," was her short reply. "Now, let's see what we can do for your bard. I can feel you care deeply for him."

Eira looked away from her as soon as Yennefer's gaze found hers.

"I do," she admitted because there was no point in denying something that was obvious.

"I need you to wait outside. I have a room for you or you can dwell in the gardens. Do whatever an elemental does."

"I want to see Geralt."

"You can't. He's resting," Yennefer told her sternly.

"He has insomnia," Eira snapped at her and stood up from the bed. "I doubt he's sleeping."

Yennefer kept her violet eyes on the elemental and shook her head slightly.

"You have to trust me in this. The witcher fulfilled his part of the payment and he is fine. Now, leave before I lose my patience and decide to not heal your precious human."

The Sorceress voice wasn't angry nor cold towards Eira, yet the elemental felt like she just got scolded.

"I'm stronger than you," Eira told her with a warning in her voice. "You better heal him and have Geralt safe."

Yennefer laughed out of amusement.

"I'm older than you, little one," she countered back. "You might be stronger, but I can cast a whole lot faster. Before you have bend the Earth or conjured Ice, I already have you bleeding out on the floor next to the bard. Think twice before you threaten me."

The two women stared at each other. Waiting if the other would make a move, but it was Eira who stepped down.

"Heal him and we're out of your way by sunset," she stated and threw the door shut behind her.

She took a deep breath in to calm herself before Eira made her way through the dark hallway again. When she crossed a maid, the elemental stopped her.

"I'm looking for Geralt of Rivia. Do you know where his room is?"

The young red head looked at her with big, green eyes.

"I don't know," she said, fear in her voice and Eira let her arm go.

"The witcher," she clarified. "Did you see him?"

"I think he went towards the town after his bath with the mistress," the woman said and Eira cursed lightly.

"Thank you," she quickly said and ran out of the small castle.

It took her way too long to find Bramble and frowned when she noticed that Roach was still in the stables. She swiftly led her horse out in the open court and glanced up towards the window of the Jaskier's bedroom.

Flickering lights were seen and the shadow of the sorceress behind the window. Eira hated the fact she had to leave Jaskier, but she knew Yennefer of Vengerberg was the only one who would be able to heal him.

It was still dark, yet on the horizon the sky already got lighter. Eira jumped on Bramble and led the horse towards the closest town, hoping she would find Geralt. She wondered why the hell the Witcher had left in the first place and had a bad feeling about the whole situation. Ever since they entered the castle and the first sight that Eira got, was a naked man who just participated in an orgy. One that Yennefer conjured up merely for her own entertainment.

Eira shrugged the image off and rode into the silent town. A frown settled between her brows when she saw men lying around on the ground. Some moving, some not. She jumped off her horse and offered her help to one of them.

"What happened?" She asked while she pulled a man onto his feet.

He was wounded at his head, an open gap that bled way too hard to be healthy. The young man glanced at her, his eyes dazed over.

"The witcher did this," he murmured and Eira felt her eyes widen in shock.

"The Witcher?" She asked again and got a nod from the man before he suddenly passed out.

She had to let him fall because he was too heavy for her to carry.

"What the fuck?" She muttered in the dark town to herself, wondering how she was going to find Geralt and what he was thinking when he knocked out half of this town.