The road is hot, and the road is making Cicero oh, so sticky. Well, not the good kind of sticky, not like the blood of your opponent or kill… Or the warm texture that gets leaked out from your lover… Cicero is sweating like a stuff pig, and poor… sweet mother… stuck in her tomb, her corpse is possibly sweating… can the dead sweat? Cicero shall test this on his next victim, should there ever be one… Oh look, a farm how charming… Cicero remembers his last kill on a farm… Oh, how the farmer must have wished that Cicero never found the tool shed.

'Clunk!'

What in the blazes was that, I hop off the wagon to see the dammed wheel, the god forsaken wagon wheel lying lazy on the ground.

"Get up you slut" I shout at it wagging my finger tauntingly.

"Naughty, very… very Naughty! Mr. Wagon Wheel, how naughty of you to fall on the road! Did Sithis give you a job you cannot perform?! Don't just lie their answer me!" I whine at the wheel before kicking it with my suede foot.

"Looks like the bolt holding your wheel on popped off… It's an easy fix won't take you much time." I turn to see a large man walking down from the farm holding a pitch fork… He was looking at Cicero… Judging… Mocking possibly, perhaps even taking pity.

"Oh! Thank you, kind stranger, for the helpful advice, could Cicero possibly have your assistance… My hands have never been any good for fixing… Destroying? Yes! Cicero's hands were made for dismembering things!" I pipe back to the much larger gentleman.

"Figure it out for yourself Clown, I don't need more of you non-nords invading our home… What are you carrying in that large Wagon anyway, Contraband Weapons… possibly Skooma?! Why would I help someone who is trying to poison this strong country?"

"Cicero is just trying to help his dear sweet mother… She's dead and I'm trying to bring her to a new home… Please help poor Cicero and you will surly win our lady's favour… Oh yes, Mother is a very loving women…" The tall gentleman just spat on the ground walking away, cursing poor Cicero…

"Oh fine Sir… Walk… Walk far! But Sithis always gets his man… Rest assured."

The rest does feel good on Cicero bones, Cicero has done much travel and the horse seems more than happy to obtain some rest… However, Cicero's eyes are still on Falkreath… On Astrid… She has seem nice enough to allow mother to enter into her home… and has been generous enough to allow me to accompany her… Even keep my position as Keeper! Astrid seems like a kind and helpful woman… Hopefully mother will speak with her… Maybe poor Cicero can make the lovely mistress Astrid the Listener.

/Hey guys... I am still writing Daedra's story in From Now Until The Void. However, my friend inspired this story and I just had to write it, and figured... Why not post it... Some of the Chapters will be short... and some will be long. They will bounce between Daedra and Cicero's point of view.