A Fork In The Road
"Thief!", cried the guard! "That wench has robbed me of my garments!"
Indeed. Sivanna had stolen the garb of a watchman who had been as drunk as a skeever in a wine barrel. She snickered to herself as she slipped on the armor. With the helmet in place and a sword in her hand, she ran around the mill she had been hiding behind and charged in the direction the misguided watchman was pointing.
"Thank the Eight!", he said relieved. "Someone has come to aid me!" The guard paused, struck with a bout of dumb. "Hold on, I'm the only watchman on this road!"
By the time he had realized she had tricked once more, Sivanna had already turned a corner and headed into the woods. She took a bite of the dried apple she had found in the pocket of the purple tunic. The watchman wouldn't follow her into the wilderness, they never did. She sighed, as much as she liked being fully dressed, she didn't like always being on the run. Soldiers were the only people she ever stole from, save for bandits, and yet she still felt guilt. It could not be helped, she had to have clothes and the wolf didn't fancy leaving them whole when she shifted.
Sivanna looked to the east, it was brighter now and the road behind her seemed almost as though it led straight into the the fiery sun itself. She rummaged through the other pocket and found some dried salmon steak to nibble on. Sivanna had never enjoyed fish, but beggars were not choosers. After making sure the watchman wasn't coming, she started down the road, away from the sun. Where am I to go now?, she asked herself as she nawed on the steak. If I find another town that would accept me, I cannot stay long. The wolf will be a danger... Sivanna pushed the thought away, she would cross that bridge when the time came.
Up ahead a fork in the road was marked with a sign. She looked at it, two pieces of wood were nailed to either side. On one, the word Whiterun was etched decoratively into the sign, and the other had the word Falkreath carved into it just like the other. She had been near Riften when she had awoken this morning, Sivanna had traveled a good distance. Sivanna closed her eyes and let her scenses fully awaken, she let herself smell the rotting leaves on the ground and the honey from the bees nest in the trees. She let herself hear the fox barking in the distance and the birds flying high above her head. She loved the forest, but was time to leave.
Opening her eyes, she glanced at the sign one more time. She had heard of Falkreath, of it's massive graveyard. That's the last place I wish to venture to, she thought as she headed in the other direction. Maybe this Whiterun will hold something better for me...
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