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   He’s disappointed in her response because he’d really love to know what it is about this place that keeps calling him. Maybe it’s the magick and since a part of him still aches for what once was, this shop’s own power keeps pulling him in. Although, he could consider it a relief that they don’t know each other. That’s one less person he has to apologize to for forgetting them. One less person he has unintentionally hurt. 

   ❝ Okay. Well that’s a good thing, I guess. Thank you. I’m Simon. It’s nice to meet you. ❞ He glances over at the shelf he knocked into and makes his way over to pick up the items he’d accidentally tipped over. It isn’t many of them but Simon takes his time putting each one in it’s place. He doesn’t want to leave just yet. This place feels familiar and Simon wants to keep digging for more clues. 

   He also doesn’t want to leave yet because he’s a bit enthralled by the retailer. Not in a way that he’s being unfaithful to his partner, of course not. Not ever. There’s only one soul in the universe for him- but he’s also not blind. 

   She’s beautiful. Completely beautiful all around but it’s her eyes that captivate him the most. Simon’s never seen someone with one’s like hers. Out of all the creatures and people he’s come across, none of them had had violet eyes. Not that he remembers anyway, and he would have recalled seeing eyes like hers. Simon tries to swallow the question he so badly wanted to ask upon first seeing her, but curiosity gets the best of him this time around. He finishes up with the trinkets and faces her again.

   ❝ Did you make your eyes that color? Are they magickal? ❞

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There was nothing subtle about Yennefer of Vengerberg. A very long time ago, near a century now, she had been the opposite. She used to shrink back into the shadows until she was barely perceptible. Though all of that changed when she gained more confidence in herself (and had a touch of cosmetic work done). There were few people like her on The Continent, and even fewer in Sallow Hills. She always wore a choker with a black obsidian star on it, and her hair was nearly always tumbling down in perfect curls. Her wardrobe was stunning, with every piece suiting her style and body perfectly. Almost everything she wore was black or white, and there was only the occasional pop of colour. Her skill with makeup was equal to that of her skill with clothing, and at this point it was unclear if the precision came from magic or decades of practice. 

In the same way her clothes accentuated her body, her makeup did the same to her face. She supposed that was why people often complimented her eyes-- they popped in contrast to the neutral colours otherwise on her face. She didn’t know that purple eyes didn’t exist on this sphere, for that would have been the true answer to her curiosity. 

“It’s not a problem. Pleasure to meet you Simon. I’m Yennefer.” She was slightly astounded when he turned to fix the items on the shelf. Most people who made a mess never thought to stay and fix it. The mage stared at him as he did, trying to paint herself a picture of the person before her with every detail available. She was about to ask him if there was anything else she could help him with when he spoke first.

Yennefer gave a small laugh at the question. She could respect the blunt nature of his asking. “No, no I was born with them. I’m not sure what genetic factor gave me them, but from my research, they have to do with my father’s bloodline. He was a half-elf. They aren’t magical, either. They work the same yours do. I have been told they’re hypnotic, but I think the man who said it was just trying to get a free favor from me.”