Yennifer
Yennifer lives in the Dunwich District, her name whispered among Elian’s customers and the alleys where the Crucks roam. She is slender, dark-haired, eyes sharp with intelligence and caution. She wears simple gowns, muted in color, but always clean, with a silver choker chain around her neck. A gift from Elian, or perhaps his hopeful promise.
She walks the narrow streets at dawn to buy fresh herbs, passes by Elian’s shop to see if new potions gleam behind the glass, glances at his workbench through dusty windows. When they speak, she laughs softly, but never about love. She fears potions that twist hearts. Rumour says she knows Elian’s secret that he crafted a true love idea has kept her away, never knowing if the feelings are true.
She walks the narrow streets at dawn to buy fresh herbs, passes by Elian’s shop to see if new potions gleam behind the glass, glances at his workbench through dusty windows. When they speak, she laughs softly, but never about love. She fears potions that twist hearts. Rumour says she knows Elian’s secret that he crafted a true love idea has kept her away, never knowing if the feelings are true.