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Farkas and Aela were talking quietly to each other as they made their way back to Whiterun. Vilkas was behind them, they had just gotten back from a job and he wasn't in the mood to talk.
Vilkas was often not in the mood to talk, unless it was his brother he was speaking with. But right now he wasn't even in the mood for that.
He had gotten knocked out in the last fight and felt bad for it. Though his shield siblings had told him it was not his fault.
But he usually had a harder head according to Farkas anyway.
Vilkas gave a small snort and shook his head watching the two of them as they spoke, zoning out into his own thoughts. He would get drunk tonight find a woman and sate his anger and need. All without talking!
Who said relationships needed communication?
Vilkas walked straight into Farkas's back as Aela and he both suddenly stopped at the edge of the trees. Vilkas's brows furrowed as he moved around beside them to see what had caused them to stop.
"Well" Aela said. Her head cocking to the side "What do we have here?"
Farkas gave a grunt in agreement, peering forward in confusion. Vilkas just shook his head "Do we always have to save the stupid ones?"
Aela and Farkas grinned at him.
Vilkas groaned in defeat.
They were watching as a hooded female ran from a giant but when she had nowhere left to run she turned to look back at it, her hood falling back to reveal sharp elven features, an Altmer. She raised her arms as the Giant swung down with its club and a shield of magical energy rose, up, holding the club away so she wouldn't be squished.
The magic was wavering however, and the girls breaths came in gasps, sweat forming on her brow. Her arms shook and she finally cried out loudly… "LYRA!"
Farkas moved forward as if to go help the girl but Aela held him back "look" is all she said to the larger Nord.
That's when the twins saw what the huntress meant, another figure was darting forward, two large swords in hand, already coated in blood.
Clearly this was the one that the mage had called out for.
Lyra then…darted forward and leapt while the Giant lifted its club again to smack against the shield. She landed on its back, her swords digging deep through its thick skin and it roared swinging away from the mage and flailing its arms wildly as the one on its back twisted the blades.
It swung more and more until Lyra and the blades were dislodged, the woman flipped through the air and hit the ground rolling back to her feet. The Giant charged her as she ran forward, sliding under its arm as it swung at her and slashing at its leg as it barreled by.
She quickly got back to her feet, now over by her friend, standing protectively by her, the Giant roared out in anger pulling a large thick branch from a nearby tree, shaking the leaves off its new club it brandished it before charging forward with a snarl.
The girl , Lyra stood her ground, as it swung down at her she jumped to the side avoiding the blow and ran UP its arm it tried to strike at her as she skillfully avoided its feeble attempts. And soon she was holding on tightly as it spun around, it toppled over suddenly however when her swords slammed down through its skull into its brain.
The giant fell on to its stomach, and she stood atop of it, removing her blades and wiping them clean on its corpse before leaping off. She moved over to the mage and helped her back to her feet. The companions could just make out her voice. asking her if she was ok.
Aela looked at her two shield siblings and they all nodded to each other, moving forward in unison, coming into view.
As soon as Aela was close enough, the one called Lyra spun, one sword lifting to point straight at her neck, causing the huntress to stop suddenly and stare at her in surprise.
Aela recovered quickly. "We mean no harm. But we saw you take down the giant." Aela tried to peer under the hood to no avail; all she saw was sharp silver eyes that flashed inquisitively.
"You were watching us from the trees" Lyra said, there was no question. Stating a fact. She did however lower her blade slightly.
Aela simply nodded, and Vilkas saw those bright eyes narrow at them form under the hood.
The mage settled a hand on Lyra's shoulder.
"Lyra…stand down they aren't going to do anything unless you do something first." Lyra peered at the small Altmer for a moment before sheathing her blades in specially made sheaths attached to her hips and leggings. She had a bow across her back as well. With a full quiver.
Vilkas watched them quietly, crossing his arms and grunting, letting Aela handle the talking.
"I am sorry for intruding. We were simply curious after seeing you down the Giant single-handily. It was quite impressive. You see we are part of the companions, an order of great warriors based out of Jorrvaskr, in Whiterun. I' am Aela, and these are my shield siblings, Farkas and Vilkas."
The two twins nodded to them, Farkas staring at the mage before looking away with a small heh noise.
Lyra fisted a hand over her heart and bowed her head, murmuring something. "A pleasure to meet you…I am Lyra…and this is Gwen." She motioned to her and Gwen smiled at them, her hood lowered now.
Gwen looked fragile; her features soft and less sharp then most of her kind, her eyes were a bright shade of violet, wide and friendly. Her smile quickly reached them. She had a staff across her back with a blade on either end. Pouches hung from her hips with small herbs poking out.
Vilkas's lip curled. "A mage. Of course. calling out for help from a real warrior." His voice was a low growl as he glared at Gwen who shrunk under his gaze, biting her lip and looking to Lyra.
Lyra stood there for a moment before raising a hand and flicking her wrist, a flame springing to life in her palm, right in front of Vilkas's face. The Nord flinched back at the fast action, nostrils flaring as he watched her lower her hand.
"Do not play with fire. Nor things you do not understand Nord." Lyra spoke smoothly, her voice hinting at a hidden warning.
Aela's brows arched and Farkas gave a low rumbling chuckle and mumbled "She has spark."
Lyra settled a hand on the hilt of one sword and let out a sharp whistle, a sleek black horse came running, seemingly out of nowhere slowing to a stop beside the two women. Lyra helped Gwen up into the saddle and handed her the reins before turning back to the Companions.
"Now is there anything else you need?"
Farkas suddenly spoke up. "Go to Whiterun, become a companion." Aela and Vilkas both shot him shocked looks.
Farkas just shrugged. "She is strong."
Lyra gave a sharp bark of laughter at that, her silver eyes flashing. "Oh, thank you Farkas was it? But Gwen and I come as a package deal….and it seems your twin and your group won't accept a magic user. Where she goes I go. And vice versa."
Vilkas snorted. "We don't need a mage sympathizer amongst us anyway."
"Very attractive." Lyra said sarcastically to the snort. "Perhaps you should keep your pet on a shorter leash. He seems rabid." Her Silver eyes flashed knowingly and all three companions stiffened in response.
"We will take what you say under…advisement." Aela spoke smoothly eyeing the woman suspiciously now.
Lyra's shoulders relaxed slightly and she sighed as Gwen called down to her. "Lyra stop being a nuisance and let's go… I want to sleep at the inn tonight."
Lyra nodded to herself and climbed up on to the horse behind Gwen, taking the reins from the smaller girl's hands.
Farkas spoke up again. "You should still consider joining. You are strong. And are going to the city. At least visit the hall."
Lyra paused and glanced down at him, her voice was cautious but she sighed and nodded. " I will think on it. Good night companions." With that she dug her heels in and the horse surged forward quickly, leaving the three companions staring after it.
Vilkas turned to Farkas "We don't need her."
Farkas frowned "Maybe we do."
Aela smirked looking between them "Maybe she needs us just as much as we need her."
Vilkas scowled and started ahead without them mumbling about everything that was bothering hi at the moment.
Aela snickered. "He is such a woman."
"I heard that!" Vilkas snapped.
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