Lucilia awoke from the warmth of the sun shining down upon her clean pale face. The light making her eyelids red when she closed them it was so bright. She stretched out her body and roared a big yawn as she did so. The grass she was laying on was moist and dewy from the morning and was very soft to the touch. She squeezed a handful of it in her hands. Then she looked around at her surroundings.

Mountain flowers of different colors bloomed across the field, along with nightshade and lavender. The Gildergreen trees surrounded the meadow with their pink blossoming flowers, which Lucilia thought she would only see in the city Whiterun.

She picked up a blue mountain flower to smell it and she slid it through her hair. She began to collect more blue mountain flowers to create a flower crown. It matched the blue clothes she had changed into before she rode on Odahviing, because the armor she was wearing previously wasnt comfortable or flattering.

Lucilia then thought about her red dragon and began looking around for him.

"Odahviing?" she called out to the sky. She could smell the leaves and grass from all around her.

Suddenly the dragon walked up from behind the trees. It seemed he had been watching her the entire time.

"How did did the Dragonborn sleep?" his deep voice asked.

"Very well, but where am I? What is this place?" she said with her arms spread out.

"This is my hideout," he said while laying down in the grass. "When I'm not circling the throat of the world waiting to assist you, I come here to get my mind off things".

Lucilia sat down in the grass next to him with her legs crossed, "What would you need to get your mind off of?"

"Well more of trying to forget what I had done in the past. I am a hated creature Lucilia and have always hated those who are below me. But since Alduins defeat, I feel I have meaning in life to not just hate or want to kill those who are not Dovah," he sighed which made a growl in his throat.

"So what you are saying is that you are trying to get over the shit you did back in the day?"

"Geh Dovahkiin-"

"LUCILIA!" She slapped his body which caused him to roar in her face with irritation. She giggled when he did so.

"You have alot of nerve to lay a hand on me girl," he snarled. Lucilia smiled at him and kissed the spot she struck. He exhaled and turned away from her. He knew he couldnt harm her in any way because of the oath he swore to her.

"Odahviing, what's it like to be a Dovah?" she asked.

"Never ending. We age forever, which we can choose now what we can be capable of doing in our time in this world. Such as Paarthunax chooses to be alone meditating with the Greybeards , and I try to enjoy my life. I enjoy killing things and hunting, when I first met you I couldnt wait to sink my teeth into your throat."

"You did that to one of the guards that were there with me," she laughed.

He chuckled, "He was in my way of getting to you. But zok frini grind ko grah drun viiki, Dovahkiin".

"I could kill you if I wanted to..." she stood up and crossed her arms to turn away from him.

"You are quite a silly creature arnt you?" he mocked her.

"I am Lucilia the Dragonborn, Arch-Mage at the College of Winterhold, Harbinger of the Companions, Assassin for the Dark Brotherhood and-"

"And you are still a girl, just a girl with meaningless titles. Is that what you are Lucilia? Just what the Nords give to you? Pity, I thought you were much more than that," Odahviing stood up over her.

She turned around to look at him. "I will kill you," she muttered.

"I don't think you will," he smirked, "I am the only one who verbally challenges you, and you are enjoying it. If you didnt you would have already tried to look for an escape plan or command me to leave. You want me here with you, but your arrogance isnt becoming of you and I suggest you open up to me a little more," he stared her down and chuckled.

Lucilia was shocked. No one has ever spoken to her this way and she couldnt do anything about it. She sat back down next to him and leaned against his stomach.

"You are a evil creature," she said.

"Yes, I might be, but you like me. That makes you the sick creature," he looked down at her.

She said nothing, only hid her face from him so he would not see her blushing.

They sat there for a few minutes in silence listening to the wind sing through the trees. She looked up at him and asked, "Would you ever want to be a man?"

He did not answer right away, it was such an odd question. "Why?" he asked.

"I dont know, its just I would like to see what you look like as my equal, since I am not a Dovah," she smirked.

"I have never given it a thought," he said blankly. Lucilia made the atmosphere quite uncomfortable.

"I command you to-" she began.

"NID!" he objected.

"Why not?" she whined and layed on the grass below his face. "Dont you want to know what its like to feel like a man?" she began to rub her legs. She was amused at how uncomfortable Odahviing was feeling.

"I dont think I should, I dont know if...I...it is impossible. That has never happened," he stuttered.

"Titles my ass, I am the Arch-Mage. I am sure I could find a spell or potion to turn you into a Nord for a little while. I promise you will be back to normal in no time," she looked at him for a response but he was deep in thought. He then gazed down at her for a moment.

"Fine. But if you do mess this up I will kill you," she growled.

"Gladly!" she giggled and danced around. Even though he was annoyed with her, he could not stay irritable for long because her beauty was fiercer than his strength.