I do not own Elder Scrolls or Fairy Tail
A/N: I am so sorry I one of my many rough drafts instead of this one. My sincerest apologies, please accept an I'm sorry gift in the form of the second chapter. (This version is 100 words shorter)
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The Sleeping Giant Inn was cozy. Not homely like the mage's guild hall of Elsweyr or the cave she shared with Igneel, but it was cozy all the same. And would probably even be cozier, if the blonde Inn Keeper didn't smell like she had been grave robbing dragons. The prospect of which made Natsumi want to roar in rage.
If Igneel were dead (which he wasn't of course -but if he was) and had a proper grave, Natsumi would visit rather frequently. If on one of the visit, she was to find her bormah's corpse had been defiled or harmed in any way at all, the whole world would feel her wrath.
There would be fire, Natsumi decides as she makes her way through a cut of meat with gusto, lots and lots of fire.
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Bormah - Dad/father
