Lucilia sat down on the grass next to a tree. She was just outside the town Iverstead and could smell the the mead coming from the Inn. Exausted from finishing with her quest with the Dawngaurd she let out a big sigh.
"Well now that's done with," she muttered to herself, " I don't know what else I could do to help people besides delievering their shit to other people who are to lazy to walk".
She began breaking a twig in half and playing with it in the dirt. "Nothing I could do. Everyone I talk to asks me to do something for them, including my so called 'husband'. That milk drinker only gave me gold and cooked me dinner once a day. I didnt even love him, he didnt ever want to talk to me or have fun".
She then threw the twig in the air and set it on fire with her slender feminine hand. "It's a good thing I killed him," she smiled.
Lucilia laid down on the ground with her silky long brown hair flowing through the leaves. Behind her closed lids were beautiful golden brown eyes that melted any mans heart to her. Her full lips twitched as the wind gave her a chill and she rubbed her hands over her curvy body to warm up. It was at this moment she was feeling truley alone, for she had no one to keep her warm. Only herself.
She opened her eyes to look out onto the sunset. She could hear the running water from the river, and the salmon that were swimming in it. The deer where dancing around the forest just tempting Lucilia to kill them for their meat and hide, but she noticed it was a male and a female deer. They were running together happily in the forest with each other. A tear fell from her golden eye as she watched them, thinking to herself that she would suffer the bitter fate loneliness has for her.
"Damn, why am I crying? Dragonborn doesnt cry over being alone...though I suppose a girl would. And I am both. Fuck I hate my life, I really need someone to talk to," she sat up from the grass and put her feet into the freezing river water.
"It's getting late, everyone is already locked up in their houses already, and I definately do not want to wait till morning or go to bed," she looked up at the sky as she began to see the stars popping out. "How I wish I could be up there, seeing the world down here, I wish I could not be alone all the time and had someone to talk to of my kind. I wish I was a true Dovah (Dragon)".
She thought of a dragon she could speak to.
"Old papa Paarthunax is boring as hell and only meditates, so I am left with no other choice," she looked back up at the sky and breathed in heavily.
"OOOOOOOO-DAHVIINGG!" she shouted. Lucilia was confident she could get a conversation out of her loyal dragon Odahviing, since he in fact serves her.
A dragon roar was heard in a distance and Lucilia was gliding her feet in the water and perked out her chest to make herself look presentable for company. She then tustled her hair slightly and put it neatly in place. Then a huge thud rumbled begind her and she felt the hot fire breath and growling Odahviing standing behind her.
"Greetings Dovahkiin," he said with his deep velvet voice, "you have called my name in need of assistance from danger, but I have yet to see you harmed in any way".
"Yes I am in danger, I have no one to talk to and that is a danger to my sanity," she smiled as she turned around to look at the red dragon. He towered over her with his big sharp teeth. His claws from his wings dug into the ground as he began to lay down beind me.
"I have sworn my loyalty to you Dovahkiin, what is it that you ask of me?"
She stood up and walked over to his face, "First of all, I want you to call me by my true name-"
"Dragonborn?" Odahviing interupted.
"No! Gods no, that isnt my real name. My real name is Lucilia," She said gracefully.
"Lucilia? While it is against my nature, I shall call you this Dov- Lucilia," he bowed his head. She smiled thinking he was so flattering the way he said her name.
"Is there anything else I could assist you with Lucilia?"
She tilted her head over to look into his firey eyes that looked at her in beauty. "Yes..." she nodded, and she walked over to him and sat down under his neck and below his wing. "Keep me warm and tell me what it is like to be a Dovah," she cuddled next to him.
Odahviing growled as she did this, "Have i become nothing more than a live Dovah doll to you?"
She whispered "No, you could leave if you want" she turned over as her chest rubbed against his scales. He breathed in heavily and exhaled fire in surrender. He leaned down next to Lucilia.
"Get on my back and rest for a while Lucilia. When you awaken you will see a beautiful place and I shall keep you comapny," he looked down at her beaming face.
She climbed up on his back and layed down on her belly between the grooves of his neck. She moaned she layed her face down and closed her eyes for a few seconds only to open them not long after to see that she was next to the stars. And she felt like a Dovah.
