[ Yennefer of Vengerberg. It's a unique name, not one he'd usually miss amidst noise, but the unfortunate fact of the matter is that even with Sunset Falls' near-constant cacophony of magical hubbub spiking in very particular ways, Stephen's been distracted. Mind on a very particular task, any other scent made secondary.
A calculated downward tuck at the corner of his mouth, a shift in expression that ghosts on a smirk and could read either right, it's you or you're right, never heard of you. Then, abruptly, an answer for an answer. ]
Not very large. I'd say six at a current count, though I'll admit to being behind on keeping track of our overall numbers. Could be more by now.
[ Could also, given the impending crisis, be less.
From somewhere upstairs, a crash and a slam. Stephen's eyes roll briefly ceiling-ward. He barely has time to heave a quiet sigh before a blur of deep red careens over the banister at the top of the grand staircase, swooping down around the foyer in a wide sweep that just flanks Yennefer before latching over Stephen's shoulders with enough force to jostle him briefly where he stands. ]
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A calculated downward tuck at the corner of his mouth, a shift in expression that ghosts on a smirk and could read either right, it's you or you're right, never heard of you. Then, abruptly, an answer for an answer. ]
Not very large. I'd say six at a current count, though I'll admit to being behind on keeping track of our overall numbers. Could be more by now.
[ Could also, given the impending crisis, be less.
From somewhere upstairs, a crash and a slam. Stephen's eyes roll briefly ceiling-ward. He barely has time to heave a quiet sigh before a blur of deep red careens over the banister at the top of the grand staircase, swooping down around the foyer in a wide sweep that just flanks Yennefer before latching over Stephen's shoulders with enough force to jostle him briefly where he stands. ]