Artie was leaning on the edge of a large ornate window, staring at the sky with a stoic expression on her face.
Today's sky was beautiful, at least to her. All the stars were hidden behind a veil of clouds, trapping the light underneath them.
Because of this, they glowed with a strange sort of luminescence. Regardless, it was a darker night than most.
"That ceremony was way too long!" A voice came from beside her. "That little kid just kept yapping for hours!"
Artie chuckled and turned in the direction of the voice, just in time to see Yennefer sink into her chair with a dramatic frown on her face.
"He's actually the Archmage, you know?"
"Pfft." Yennefer turned to stare at her, then smiled. "The whole witch outfit was really worth it though, I'm not going to lie."
Artie raised her arm, glancing at the intricate patterns on her clothing.
"I guess…"
She was in a dark purple mage's robe made of the finest quality materials.
