Well, my hours at work have been cut now that the Christmas / Holiday Season is over, and the new year is finally here as well. This chapter is short but I am hoping to update (almost) every day these next few weeks. Bare with me here. As for now here is a short chapter to tide you folks over!
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Jade tried her best to keep up with Farkas, despite the years of training he had over her. As much as he was impressed with her (Which he was, he tried to hide it but failed miserably anytime she executed a newly learned maneuver in a somewhat uniformed manner), she had managed to impress herself. She found that using a sword came easy to her, more so than she anticipated.
She didn't take note of how long they had spent working that morning, or how the other companions had taken interest in watching the two sparr over and over. Her initial parry's seemed to always fail miserably while she steadily got them down, knowing what to do and predicting all of Farkas's possible moves.
By late morning, she was whipped, Farkas dismissed her to go eat, and drink, and mentioned resuming training that evening. What she did to fill that time between now and then was up to her, it seemed.
She ate, and then mentioned the possibility of getting a bow somehow to Alea. Before lunch, she already felt the soreness setting in from her first spar, but it didn't stop her from practicing her archery skills. It was the only real thing that tied her from her world to theirs that she knew how to do. She mercilessly nailed a target in the courtyard over and over, humming softly to herself as she did.
She needed to leave for her journey to Bleak Falls Barrow at some point, but had yet to develop any trust with herself in order to do such a thing quite yet. She wanted to leave the place alive, and she knew until she knew how to somewhat properly use a sword, such a thing wasn't going to occur. The sun had started to set when Farkas surfaced out in the courtyard once again. He held a red bottle towards her, speaking softly "Might want to drink this before we train again, make you feel less sore. I'll give you another later for the morning."
Jade nodded and pulled the cork out of the top, drinking the contents slowly. Health potions, potions in general, she had imagined to have a awful taste, like medication. Rather it was slightly sweet, with little to no taste. She sighed as she sat the empty bottle down on the table and looked at Farkas smiling as she spoke, feeling the effects of the potion almost immediately "Alright, what next?"
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Heather eventually found herself making her way to Whiterun. The armor she wore represented that of a guard, making it easy for her to pass through the gates without being questioned. God, she played Skyrim enough to know the in's and outs, the mechanics. The Dragon she saw earlier was surely going to be the one to attack the watchtower, but when? She didn't have an answer. She wasn't the dragonborn this time around, after all.
Night had fallen over Whiterun, and Heather would be damned if she didn't admit she was tired. However, where to crash for the night was something that made her want to groan in frustration. The Bannered Mare, when she attempted to rent a room, seemingly doubled its price when it noticed she was a guard. What little coin she had looted off the true guard's body was almost infuriating. No more than ten septims.
She grumbled and walked back outside, and despite herself, decided that the amour she wore just wouldn't do.
Heather was familiar with Whiterun, just not the situation she found herself in. She found Belethor's shop, entering though the side door, and began her search for more suitable clothing. Eventually she found some steel armor, and fitted it to herself, and collected anything else she thought could potentially be useful.
She left the shop, and the town was still quiet, reentering the street once she was sure that a guard wouldn't catch her and be suspicious. She found herself heading toward Dragons Reach, stopping, and looking at the Companions Hall.
Jorrvaskr was quiet a remarkable sight in person. But what crossed Heather's mind was potential work. Lots of it. She made her way up the steps and into the hall, looking around. It must be later than she originally thought, most of the companions seemed to have retreated to their rooms for the night.
Around that time, Jade and Farkas walked in from the courtyard, laughing, both seemingly in an over cheery mood after their many sparring sessions. Jade's eyes caught Heather's and she stopped dead in her tracks, Farkas looking over at Heather as well.
It had been awhile since Jade or Heather had seen on another, and honestly this was the last way Heather expected their paths to ever cross again. An awkward silence filled the room before Heather placed her hands on her hips and spoke in a loud voice, a smile spreading across her face, almost a half smirk "Well… This is awkward."