Sparks glared at everything in front of the feast table. Food, drinks, chairs, people...unless one of them could fix this blasted headache, she wanted none of it. Miserably, Sparks tried to remember all that happened, everything that brought her to wherever it was she was sitting now.

She wasn't sober when she saw Merrik. She can't remember what she said to him, but it was vaguely resembling a flirt in the hopes of getting a free drink from him. He wasn't up for it and asked her if she wanted to see his dragon. Yeeeaaahhh, that wasn't the best pick-up line she ever heard but she wanted to rob him anyways, so she followed. 

Sparks grimaced. She blacked out at that point. The moment she saw his dragon she actually fainted. It was so big! She'd never seen one that size before. The man took her to the arena with other people, but she was still getting over the shock. When the dragons were released, she watched a massive, red dragon swoop towards her, she went to punch it in the face, got smashed back by the dragon and blacked out again.

When she woke up, the red one kidnapped her. Probably Merrik's fault. All of the other people were snuggling with the oversized lizards and she vomited at least twice during the flight to this location, dangling helplessly in the red ones talons.

Now here she was. Sober. Smelling of sick. Pale as parchment. Shaking. Being offered food. Listening to small talk and introductions. Trying to remember where that red dragon went, because that's the only thing she trusted which could take her back home, back to Freya, back to the inn.

Miserably, she locked gazes with Yennefer and asked, hollowly, "How are you possibly okay with fighting, taming, and bonding with a monster because a man you only just met told you to, then being flown away from everything you love?"

Sparks hesitated. "Pass the ale," she added as an afterthought.