Author's note - Hello everyone and welcome to these adventures. I've been playing Skyrim lately and I've had so much fun with the game that I couldn't help but stretch my writing muscles and give this fandom a try. These are various prompts that I've found, they don't have a lot of cohesion or chronological order (unless marked), but they are all adventures and mischief that I've gotten into while in the game. Thanks for trying this story out and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I've enjoyed writing them.
Prompt: Failure
Gabrielle had always had a soft spot for those in need, though they didn't always seem to have it for her. Regardless, when she'd listened to the matron of the Gray-Mane house and her fears for her son Thorald, the Redguard had no choice but to act. Though now, in the main bedroom of the Battle-Born's, she found herself rethinking this whole 'heroic act'. Especially considering the fact that Gabrielle, a true Redguard and warrior, was not someone who would be described as sneaky. Or subtle. So really, she should've expected this chain of events.
"What are you doing in here? You're not supposed to be in here! Get out before I call the guards!"
Gabrielle startled and quickly turned around, coming face to face with the elderly matron of the Battle-Born house. Her face was twisted in a snarl and her voice made Gabrielle's hairs stand on end. The Redguard tried for a peaceful gesture and kept her hands before her, but it did nothing to placate the old woman. Instead, it only seemed to make her angrier.
'Oh Nine Divines, see me through this,' she thought, looking over to see her faithful friend, Faendal, frozen in shock and fear.
"Get out! Get out! GUARDS! TRESPASSERS!" The shriek was right in Gabrielle's ear.
It was all that was needed to kick-start her survival instincts. She raced over to Faendal and pushed him out of his place in the doorway.
"Run, Faendal, run for the doors!" She hissed in his ear and gave him one almighty push.
He face planted against the wood and Gabrielle was forced to open the doors for him. He fell into the grass outside and groaned. The sound was discordant to the screeches that came from within the house, but then again, at least they weren't going to jail…this time.
After a walk of shame to the city wall, both warriors slumped over and sighed in defeat. The nightsky was beautiful overhead and the stars seemed to twinkle with laughter at their latest mishap within Whiterun.
"Why are we doing this again?" Faendal finally asked, as politely and quietly as he could at 1:00 in the morning, "I know you enjoy helping others, but this is…a bit much, I must admit."
Gabrielle shook her head and laughed weakly, "That, my friend, is a very good question."
They both heaved another sigh, smiling together at their failure, knowing that they would soon try and try and try again until they succeeded.
