'ello people ^O^ I fiinaly got this chappy made and I'm not even sure I'm completely satisfied whit it... oh well ^^
Aaanyway, while I'm at it, once again, I'm reaaaly sorry about my crappy writing and I promise, that I try not to make too may mistakes.
mitzirocker: Thanks for you offer, Sweetie ;P I'll consider it ;P
Enjoy ! (hopefully ;P)
TRAVELER'S PATH
Bright pure crimson-red had painted the evening-sky with vivid and violent colors, signaling that the night was coming swiftly while the sea under the sky was in serene rest; letting the last rays of the setting sun flicker over it's lazily flapping waves.
In the serenity of stillness was but the sounds of chattering voices.
A small trading ship was sailing over those still waters with small crew of sailors, traders and passengers making their way to their destination.
The ship was sailing away from the Morrowind and the setting sun toward the night; carrying it's passengers toward the continents of Cyrodiil and it's destined port, Anvil.
The upper-deck of the ship had become silent when passengers had retired to the hull for the evening, leaving only the crew on the deck to do their designated tasks while a one single passenger was mingling among them.
The passenger was a silent one; clad in brown traveling-robes which showed a skinny, but tall form of an woman. The hood hid most of her face from the curious outlookers while some stray strands of raven-black hair would shield the rest of her face, but anyone with eyes could see from the dark-blue color of her hands that she was dunmer.
She was quetly sitting cross-legged, her back resting against the sturdy railing of the ship while there was worn-out book on her lap, small bottle of ink on her knee and quill on her left hand she was writing feverishly, never lifting her gaze from the faded pages while moving her quill around the page.
3E 433 Day 1
I felt it before the rumors and news about the Gates of Oblivion reached my ears, but I never thought much of it; thinking it was only a mere earthquake or erupting mountain and nothing more.
Small caress of cool breeze against her cheek made her stop for a second and blow some of her loose strands of dark hair infront of her eyes. She quickly brushed them away from her line of sight, before continuing her writing.
First I felt it on the wind while I walked down the shores of the Bitter Coast, my batr feet feeling the tingle of water and sand under them, and when I stopped to feel, I felt it again on the waters of Inner Sea; like a humming call. I didn't give them a second though; thinking, that I only imagined them.
I didn't.
The wind and sea whispered to me more each day; warning me of the coming danger of -
Her quill stopped, when some more harsher waves hit the side of the ship, making some of her ink spill over the written words and on a small pictures she had drawed to pass some time, smudging them slightly, which made her grip the quill harshly in her irritation while she sucked breath in and bit down to her lip; keeping in some more colorful words she wanted to release in air.
The few days she had already spend on this ship filled with people and cargo had kept her irritation high, seeing that she preferred walking or riding on the Silk Strides over boats, but what could she do? Boats were the only way to travel toward Cyrodiil and since she had no wish to swim her way there, she just had to suck it up and live with it.
'I'll make it quick and write the rest when we're on solid ground' she desided while she leaned closer to the page and wiped some of the spilled ink away, dirtying the page a pit, before she started to write once again.
The wind and sea have been merciful to us for now, but I still pray for Azura for safe passage to Cyrodiil.
"Here's my sweet little Willow flower!" Came rather cheerful voice, interupting her writing, almost making her stick the sharp quill through the page. Looking up, she saw her traveling companion sauntering toward her.
He was an tall, dark dunmer with narrow face, high cheekbones and deep, dark eyes which were red like the sky they were under while his long hair, thin moustaches and goat-beard were deeper red. He was roguish-looking one and it brought out some of his natural charm and handsomness out, but at the moment it was ruined by the most annoying grin he had on his face and that made her eye twitch in irritation; making her want to bang her head against the railing behing her from sheer frustration.
'I give up', She thought defeatetly, hanging her head in submission, she let out long, tired sigh and, before standing up, she scribbled the last sentence on the end of page, smirking a pit to what she wrote:
Of course my dear companion is only just a ONE of the destructive factors in this journey and I dearly hope that he won't get any trouble, ebcause saving his ass would be a MAYOR hindrance.
He as now standing next to her, leaning against the railing in relaxed way, with curious look directed toward the journal she had in hand, before she shut the book, not letting him see anything she had writen. After rising up and pulling off the cowl over her head, she sat on the railing right next to him, letting a comfortable silence strech between them.
…which didn't last long.
"So how did the writing go?" He asked casualy and she could feel the twitch pulling the corner of her mouth while her eyes narrowed at the male who had an goofy grin on his face, giving him a dirty look that send daggers right through his head.
"It as going Well, until sertain, annoyingly maddening elf with the breath of Sujamma in his mouth came and disturbed me." Her snappy and slightly irritated comment came with a nasty yanking of his ears, her one way of letting her aggravation out, which made him yelp and look at the passing crewmember, who was not so successfully hiding his amusement toward his predicament, with an nasty glare while his face was slightly darker from embarrassment.
He was struggling to get his ears form her death-grip and after a while he managed to release them from her hold and turned away from her, holding her still pained ears. After a moment he turned to his companions, but his scowl dropped from the one look at her. His eyes softened, when he gazed the woman leaning on the railing with tensed-up shoulders and frustrated look in her eyes.
"Shouldn't you be dstroying innocent minds under the deck?" She grumbled and he gave an dramatic sigh.
"Alas, there isn't many maidens in their prime on this ship, and besides," He leaned closer to her," why would I chase some girls when i have an gorgeous woman like you? you're far more intreaguing then some maidens without knowledge of what desire is." His smile gained a lecherous look while he grinned at her and it made her snort.
"Lucky me." She mumbled.
"I serious," He exclaimed," with you, there's the thrill of hunt. You're so... intriguingly ellusive." He purred and, for some reason, his words made her a pit sad.
"So I'm a challenge to you?" She slightly turned to look at him," another knot on your belt? something to conquer?" She questioned and this seemed to sober him a pit.
"Of course not." He stated seriosly and gave her cheek a soft caress," you're more then that." He said softly and she returned the smile, but it didn't quite reach her ears.
Smiling good-naturedly, he gave her a gentle push, guiding her away from the railing, and he slipped behind her and started gently kneading her stressed muscles and she welcomed the contact, leaning into his hands while he worked the knots on her back; smrking when she groaned.
"You should relax more often, Luv." His soft words were murmured to her ears and she barely gave him a dismissive snort, trying to consentrate to the feleing his hands were greating.
"I have." She anwsered and he scroffed at this, clearly not believing her words.
"No you haven't and don't lie to me. I can see the liars mile away." He chided back to her gently while brushing his fingers against her neck, making her shiver from suddent contact of his warm fingers against her cold skin.
"Takes one to know one?" She quipped and he halted her massaging for a moment... only to poke her ribs, making her squeal and look at him with a frown while he gave out good natured laugh and continued massaging her shoulders and neck.
She tilted her head to rest on his chest, smelling the tan leather of his armor and letting her eyes close off; her thoughts wandering away.
She always kept saying she was fine, but she could never lie to him.
She knew he was right: She hadn't relaxed at all and she had even couple of meals slip away, which made her stomach protest loudly some times, but she had more pressing matters to think right now.
She was worried.
She was worried sick over the Oblivion crisis, that had spread all over Cyrodiil, while the news of it had spread all over Tamriel and it made her worried.
She was shaken from her dark thoughts when she felt her hood being pulled off, revealing her narrow face, high cheekbones, aquiline nose and narrow, cat-like eyes that were colored with red deep as the blood and her dark hair that was black as death.
Opening her eyes, she looked up to eyes of her companion, questioning look burning on her gaze, while he was gazing down at her with the most tender look, that could melt even the coldest ice.
He could feel his heart flipping over in his chest, while looking into those red eyes of hers, but in the same time his heart would squeeze in guilt and worry. When she had told of her plans to leave he had been against it, but, as always, her stubborn and steely nature won over and had left him to tell her that he could only be able to accompany her on the sea and not farer then harbor and it broke him to see the mild sadness in those red eyes he adored.
She hadn't cared.
She only smiled at him and with small hug and with carefully placed kiss on his nose she had wiped away the maddening guild from his heart, but it didn't stop him being worried over her and it drove him to make sure she was on top shape, when she would finaly leave the safety of his arms.
Tilting his head down he bestowed on her soft raven hair an tender kiss and pulled away to look her, which made him immediately frown, when he saw the dark circles under her eyes, that had their own hazy look.
"If you must go and save the world again, my dear, you must be in good health and sleep more. Otherwise those daedras will get a good laugh, when you fall down and start to snore on the middle of battlefield." He said, emphasising one of the many nicknames he had for her, and then stopped for a second to give a thoughtful look, before smiling widely, making her eyebrows lift up in question.
"That could be a good distraction, though." He mused and grinned down at her while both of them imagined her sleeping with a pillow under her head, quetly snoozing, in the middle of a battlefield while daedras were laughing their asses off on background.
It did it.
Her shoulders shook first and after that she giggled which escalated into loud laughter and he joined her and in the end both of them were leaning over the railing, trying to control their breathing while wearing stupid smiles on their faces.
She turned toward him, letting out a sigh, and lifted her hand to cares his stubble-filled face; feeling the rough texture of his beginning beard under her hardened fingertips and the feel of his stubbles made her chuckle good naturally.
"You should shave." This made him smile lovingly at her and place his hand over her's, his mind happy that she wasn't thinking her little quest.
"It would made me loose my roguish and charming appearance's that you fell in love with, my dear." Rolling her eyes at his over-confident look, she pressed against him while he snaked his free hand around her waist, pressing her against his warm form.
"I have a deal for you." He said, making her perk up.
"Oh?" She was looking up to him with one eyebrow raised questioningly, intreague shimmering in her eyes and it made him the corner of his lip lift a pit.
"I'll shave when I see your ship from the shores." he stated.
"That will take time." She murmured poutingly and he chuckled, enjoying how cute she looked when pouting childishly.
"For you, I'm willing to wait." He declared confidently, smiling arrogantly.
"You will look like a hairy nord." The man gave out an small laugh while her hand, which had been caressing his jaw, was now playing with his small goat-beard; playfully twisting it with her fingers.
"I hope you won't loose that witty tongue of yours on those dangerous shores, Beloved." He murmured into her thick strands and nuzzled her soft hair; showing his affection, care and love to her and she did the same to him, nuzzling the crook of his neck and breathign in his natural scent; both of them taking every pit of comfort they had to offer for each others.
Sun settled in the deep end of the horizon; greating a beutiful sigh when it was only half-way down, looking magnificent in half-circle, and let it's soft glow wrap around two lovers, who looked like two silhuettes against the approaching dusk.
I liked the earpulling part here ;P Some humor is good in story, after all ^^
Hope ya folks enjoyed the start :D