You can keep your fancy alto wine
It tastes like horker dung...
...when we raise our flagon
To another dead dragon
There is just one thing we need...
...Nord Mead
Disclaimer: Oh look, that fun Miracle of Sound song, Nord Mead, that I don't own alongside of Skyrim, something else I don't own. At least I have Leara for company.
STUDENT INQUIRY
04—On a Date
Setting: Candlehearth Hall, 4E 203
Word Count: 144
She'd just arrived after another week of lectures at the college and had asked him to take her somewhere, so he took her to Candlehearth Hall, which she didn't seem to mind.
Leara absently sipped at her alto wine while staring into the large fireplace. Ulfric watched her; the flames reflected in her eyes reminded him of the endless nights during the war where the lakes burned with fire and the stars seemed to vanish.
Presently, she turned to face him. "Some of my students asked me about you."
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Yes," she nodded, giving him a small smile. "They were wondering if you ever drank—this," she gestured to her wine, "as, apparently, true Nords only drink mead."
Ulfric stared at her, having not expected such an…innocent question from her students.
"It…it tastes like horker dung…"
"Really."
"…yes."
