N/A- Guess what I actually got around to updating, the exact same night. That's kind of a record for me. Anyways, it's late, and I'm really tired, so I'm not completely sure how this turned out, you can see for yourselves. Anyways, more will be coming tomorrow because even though I'm only 2 chapters in I'm having fun writing this and hopefully our dragonborn will have another encounter with Mercer Frey soon hmm?
Emery stretches out her hand, and finds what can only be grass underneath it.
She's in extreme discomfort, her lungs, legs, and arms arching, and her eyes, even closed, are stinging, so when she finally gets up and starts coughing her insides up, and doesn't open them.
"Easy, don't hurt yourself kid"
Emery decides, now that there's a strange man speaking to her, it's really best she does open her eyes, so she tries them out and figures out to her relief that she can still see, but it does hurt.
Wincing, Emery pushes herself to her unsteady feet with her hands, and almost topples over. Once her eyes her eyes are properly adjusted, she finds herself in the forest, the lake she almost drowned in spreading out in front of her, and beside her, none to her surprise, because he spoke earlier, is a middle aged Breton, scowling, and despite the fact it's her, and not him cold, shivering, and in pain, he's the one looking angry, annoyed, and severely out of place in the golden and orange forest, the sun shining on his back.
She should, in all technicalities thank him for saving her, and ask him why he saved her, but instead she blurts out "I'm the dragonborn, actually, not a "kid""
He raises an eyebrow and says "My apologies, dragonborn, I never could have guessed someone with such importance would be stupid enough to drown in a pond that's barely seven feet deep"
Pushing down the need to throw whoever this man is in the lake and drown him to see how he likes it she retorts "Do I look seven feet tall to you"
He shrugs and says "You'd still like to think the heroin who's supposedly going to save Skyrim would at least know how to swim"
"Wow, for how annoying you're being you would never have guessed you just saved a drowning person from a lake, maybe you should stop acting like roles are reversed, and next time think about it a little bit before you dive into a lake to save somebody you clearly have no interest in saving" She snaps, before finding her bow, which is laying on the ground where she was previously sitting, and noticing regrettably that all her ebony arrows are nowhere in sight.
She turns back to the Breton man, who's dressed in all grey clothing with tons of pockets and straps meant for hiding lock picks and small weapons, and asks in a monotone voice "What did you do with my arrows"
"I have no interest in your arrows kid, I'm a swordsman, not an archer"
"Stop calling me kid" Emery says as a side thought, "It's rather annoying"
Not waiting, for his response, she stalks up the small hill and starts walking towards Riften, which is a mass of buildings in the distance, all the while praying, and hoping to Talos that he, whoever he is, doesn't follow her.
It takes a good hour or so to reach Riften, and it's by far the worst hour Emery has ever spent in Skyrim.
Once she discovers the Riften stables, the need to collapse knowing a guard would haul her into the inn is too great, but she's the dragonborn, and she must have more pride than that, right?
Right. Emery makes it to the gates, being stopped by a guard asking for tax to enter the city.
She barely hears herself talking to him and saying something about how ridiculous this stupid tax is and the guard lets her in, a light blush creeping up onto his cheeks. I hope you die, Emery thought sourly and very out of character and she stalked past him, cold, wet, and in pain, into Riften, and found herself in a gloomy city, everything made of Oakwood, much to her pleasure, it was better than the stone houses in Markarth, at least.
Finding her way to the inn is all but easy, except for the fact she almost walked into Helga's bunkhouse which would have made for a very scandalous and atrocious story indeed.
But, the Bee and Barb was just across from the bunkhouse, so she had a room and a bed for a day in no time. The room was small, that much she could see with her weary eyes, except she couldn't remember the way out of her room, just that there was a bed in front of her, and she felt drowsy, more than she should have, even after nearly drowning, and it just occurs to her and she's lying flat on her back atop of the blankets, that maybe, just maybe the sketchy Breton poisoned her.