Whispers

As Yennefer sat isolated at a bench, she noticed a group of women muttering and gesturing. They were not wrapped in towels like Yennefer was. “Is that the sorceress?” One woman whispered. “What does she need a towel for?”

“Quiet, Helga, not so loud. She’ll hear ya. Besides a woman like that must have some kind of flaw underneath,” another woman whispered.

Helga rolled her eyes. “Have you heard the men, Fiona? They all want to see her in bed, and frankly I think some of the women have scandalous thoughts too.”

“Are you kidding? I frankly don’t see the appeal,” Fiona muttered.

Yennefer pursed her lips, trying not to show any reaction as she closed her eyes, trying to relax. “Hey what do you think she’s hiding under that towel?” Helga whispered.

At that point the women started whispering more quietly making it hard for Yennefer to distinguish what they were saying. Unlike Geralt, she wasn’t blessed with superhearing. She tried to continue ignoring the women as she sighed and leaned back against the bench entering a bit of a meditative state.