Skyrim isn't mine, the Dragonborn is only mine so far as in how she reacts to different people and so forth.
Cicero sung to himself as he hopped along the rocky edges of a waterfall, sometimes even dangling far over the edge just because his broken mind told him it was safe. He giggled madly, muttering to himself a list of things that he needed to get done for his Beloved Mother. He might not be the Listener, but he was the Keeper and the Mother would always need him. That thought sent him into a fit of giggles.
His eyes caught a small puff of blue smoke as it moved in the breeze, causing his head to snap up and look at where the smoke was coming from. Oh. Him. Even his twisted thoughts were stained with scorn for the undead spirit that shadowed the Listener. That foul thing was worse than the unchild that would cling to the Listener whenever she was in their Home. Not that the Listener ever noticed.
No, never their Listener. Their Sweet sweet Listener. The Khajiit was sugar and cream, her fur softer than any he had come across and was the color of fresh snow with cream color spots along her face and arms. Her tail was always calmly wrapped around her waist and out of the way, unless that rotten unchild was gripping her waist, then her tail moved around her leg.
Or when she was on Shadowmere, as she was currently. Oh how stunning the pair were! Shadowmere's dark mane and blood red eyes were so natural against her white fur and almost silver blue eyes. The only fault, the only mar on her entire face was three deep and ragged scars across her broad nose. He never asked how she got that.
So lost was poor Cicero in his endless swirling thoughts, he didn't notice the foul undead move closer to the Listener. "My Listener?" It questioned, the voice echoing faintly as it gazed up at the Khajiit. No! Not His Listener! She wasn't his! She was the Mother's Listener! And he was the Mother's Keeper! Cicero was closer to the Listener than the undead would ever be! And yet it crept closer to her, almost resting it's unfeeling hand against the soft fur of her leg!
"My Listener, why are we heading towards WhiteRun? Shouldn't we go back to the DawnStar Sanctuary?" The undead did have a good have a good point. The Mother was no doubt missing her Keeper and Listener. Poor Sweet Mother! Wrapping so loving in her tomb and yet her Listener, the only person in the world who could hear her voice, was miles away and heading somewhere else.
"Lucien, I have been traveling for so long. With the fake Emperor, the attack on our home, Astrid's" Her heavily accented voice shook for a moment at the mention of the Traitor! He saw one of her knuckles press against her eye for a moment. "My beloved Sister's death, taking down the real Emperor. I need to rest, otherwise I'll fall right off of Shadowmere here and neither of us want that!"
"The Jarl at WhiteRun is a friend. He'll find a place to put us up for the night. Besides there's a group in WhiteRun called the 'Companions' I meant to look into before Astrid found me"Cicero felt his heart stop slightly at those words. No no no! The Mother already had to share her with the Redguard, the unchild, and the undead! The Mother should not have to share her with a bunch of Nords! No! It wouldn't do!
"No Listener! No you can not leave the Mother!" He cried, running over to the pair. The undead moved out of his path and the Listener looked shocked at his sudden outbust. She slid off of Shadowmere's saddle, landing silently on her feet. "Cicero! What is wrong?"
"The Listener can not leave the Mother alone again! Without the Listener the Mother will be unable to talk to the Family!"The Listener blinked at him, her silver blue eyes growing worried and confused. After a moments silence she seemed to catch onto what he was saying as a smile smile took her lips and her eyes grew soft.
"Sweet Cicero" Ah the Mother and the Listener were so kind to him "Sweet sweet Cicero. Our Mother is and will always be my first thought." One soft paw, the same paw her saw gripping the two handed war axe strapped to her back, brushed his forehead gently."But, I would like to look into this 'Companions' thing. Just a quick look see."