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Frenya sat on the bench under the large Gildergreen tree so lost in thought even the voice of Hiemskr seemed the echo far in the distance.
The leaves allowed just enough sun through to make this a popular resting spot in town. She remembered how its dead branches looked before she had agreed to help restore it. It seemed to thank her every time she passed by.
She leaned into the warmth of the sun shining on her, tempting its pure rays to cleanse her of the thoughts nipping at her brain.
She had arrived at Jorrvaskr a little over a year ago but was often on the road for the Jarl and the trips from High Hrothgar were exhausting.
She was grateful for the jobs that were small compared to the dragons and political drama she faced. Both sides of the war had sent word for her,
wanting her on their sides which she always refused without hesitation. This was a war of religion and angry men, something she would have no part of.
With a sigh she rose to her feet and slowly walked the steps to the Jorrvaskr. The smell of Tilma's cooking filled her nostrils
making her stomach grumble and her headache release some of its grip.
Vilkas greeted her with a smile as she passed by him, retreating to the living quarters with a returned smile.
She flung open the door to the quarters without picking her head up when she felt the solid mass collide with her, knocking her down.
Large hands grabbed her arms and pulled her up, gently but firmly. She knew who it was before she even looked up, she could
smell him a mile away. Gods I must be tired she thought as she shifted her pack.
"I'm sorry, Farkas. I'm just so gods damned tired."
He nodded and grunted as he allowed the woman to sighed as she walked to her room unable to make out the sarcastic comment Farkas had made behind her.
She fell asleep hard and fast and awoke feeling alive again save for the dull ache of her muscles. She looked around and realized that
everyone else seemed to be in bed as she quietly stretched and shushed her grumbling stomach before heading upstairs.
Sitting at the table she nibbled on the plate Tilma had presented her before taking a long gulp from her mead. It wasn't often the mead hall
was so quiet but she was glad this was one of those times. It was rare that she slept so fully since receiving the beast blood. She wondered how the others in the Circle stayed so awake. She wondered if the beast blood fought with her dragon blood making it impossible to rest or relax.
Farkas quietly walked up the steps as he did many nights, knowing if he woke anyone then his quiet time was over. Her smell confirmed as he reached the top step and saw her at the table, the glow of the fire highlighting her loosely braided hair and face. Her over sized tunic revealing her shoulder
as she pushed around the food on her plate. She had no problem with sitting here in the large shirt that reached her thigh,leaving little to imagine through the thin cotton.
"Hi Farkas, care to join me?" she said softly as she turned to face him. Since she had received the beast blood, he could never hide. She
smelled him everywhere as he tried to sneak past her.
He took a seat beside her, looking into her soft green eyes and wincing at the healing wound on her jaw line.
"It's not so bad. Stupid sabre cats. It will heal fine." she chuckled as she poured him a glass of mead, watching as he drank
the glass quickly.
"Aye, you should be more careful but I doubt the Dragonborn needs to be told", pouring himself another glass and drinking it just as fast as the first.
Frenya shot him a dirty look and pushed away her plate before resting her hand on his. She could hear his heart beating faster and see a flash of golden ember in his eye as she lightly gripped it. "What happened to us, Farkas? You were my dearest friend and now you can't stand to say two words to me"
"Nothing happened. You left, not much for us to say when you're off slaying dragons for weeks on end" he grunted before standing up "I'm going out for awhile."
"Farkas..I..forget it.. good night" she felt her throat tighten as she tried to hide her sadness. They had gone on so many jobs together, staying up late into the night at Jorrvaskr laughing and dancing. His attitude had become slightly withdrawn when he found out that she was Dragonborn, he seemed to shudder when she used the Thu'um but couldn't pull himself away from being awe-struck.
He had once told her it wasn't right for such a tiny woman to have that much power but seemed to avoid the matter as a whole after that.
Everything was perfect until the night they found their mouths pressed together
in the training yard, brought together in a fiery passionate kiss that she pulled away from. Farkas tilted his in curiosity as her feet shifted like a nervous horse.
"Why?" Is all he asked, his voice bore no anger or frustration, catching her off guard.
Her lips parted with a sigh as she shifted once more "Farkas, I haven't told you everything." She was going to tell him what weighed on her shoulders, why she could not kiss the large Nord she found to be beautiful when Torvar busted through the back door fighting with Njada.
Their drunken shouts rang through the training yard as they stumbled to a fighting stance. Aela yelled for Farkas to split them up
as she came stomping out the door behind them. They two Companions separated their drunken fool whelps and sent them back in when Farkas realized Frenya was gone.
Please feel free to review! I've filled my bored nights with Frenya as of late, several chapters will be coming over the next few days.