Author's Note:
Thank you for the kind reviews! I'm glad that you are enjoying reading it, and I hope you continue to. Thank you Elias Dae I enjoyed writing for my 'dynamic duo', honestly the inspiration for that was the interactions between me and my younger 'sister'. And thank youAlderich63 , I had not noticed I was doing that so much, I appreciate you pointing that out to me, and your review.
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Chapter 2 – Back in Bruma
Ilfild, the Nord, had been rather down lately. Some might even say she was depressed. She really didn't venture out as much as she used to, all she did was sit in front of the hearth and lull. Her Uncle had seemed to feel concerned for her, maybe a bit guilty. After all, in his mind it was because of his prodding her to become a bard that had caused her to lose her spirit. As she sighed, one of his own echoed hers. What was it he could do for her? Nord's were not people who sat glum. That was some Dunmer...thing. Nord's took and fought for what they had and kept their spirits strong!
He remembered their conversation vividly, as he watched her still sitting in that same spot. He remembered that he had brought up her parents death, and her time in the Imperial City. Contrary to assumptions, Nord's weren't like Imperials when it came to death, and Ilfild would not have been like this over a death that happened when she was a smaller girl. So what was going on? She knew about her bad time in the city, he had to come to get her out, only to see she'd gotten out on her own. She still didn't tell him how she got out of that predicament...but was that why she was so upset now? He doubted it.
Then it hit him...it really must've been his prodding. So now not only did he feel concern for the girl who was now like a daughter to him, he just thought that maybe he'd broken her spirit. That was the worst thing for him to imagine. He would move to the very window she had stood in front of before, and watched the goings on in Bruma. The snow was falling a bit more than usual today, people were doing their daily things, and he saw something that made him lean forward.
There were a group of people, Imperials or Breton by appearance, though from this far away he couldn't exactly tell. They were moving crates around like they were preparing to leave...there was a caravan of some sort. Were they merchants? He didn't know, but he had an idea. He would look back to Ilfild, allowing himself a smile and a nod as the plan came together in his mind. He leaned back on the window sill, before letting out a yelp as he almost leaned too far and partially fell through it. Gaining his composure (despite the fact that Ilfild hadn't even noticed that happening...this time...), he would walk over to where Ilfild sat.
"Ilfild, I remember our talk. I still think that the career of a bard would be perfect for you. But you still have time, and I was thinking maybe some traveling is in order..." True to prediction, Ilfild had sat up quickly from her gloomy slouch, and she looked in his direction wondering if she were hearing the truth.
"Uncle, but...but where would we go?" She would ask, her body language betraying the interest she tried to hide.
"No where important, definitely not. Just the Imperial-" He had began.
"N-no! I don't want to..." She tried to say in protest, she had a bad time there last time what made him think she wanted to go back!?
"-City!" He'd finished enthusiastically, ignoring her protest. She had just stared up at him, eyes as wide as saucers. She then sunk back into her chair with a groan. He stood up, and looked so triumphant, as if he'd just defeated an entire army. "I knew you were excited, lets prepare your things, you can leave with the caravan!"
Ilfild just sat, part of her wondering what had just happened, the other part wondering what were the consequences of what he'd done? She then would stand, and walk up stairs slowly, saying, "He means well...he means well. He means well..."