A.N.- Hello everyone. Sorry it's been late, but fuck, there is drama everywhere I seem to turn! Long story short, my daughter's therapists (2 in particular) have neglected my daughter and then when we squashed it, one lied to my face! So, needless to say, I went on a firing spree. And…. Scared my other therapists to death. Good times. 8)
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The Devil's in the Details
Chapter Six
Shutting the door behind him, he brought the body near- but not too close to the stream, setting them up for the animals to eat. The Dovahkiin told him that it would bring the animals closer so they'll be easier to kill and to bring home for dinner. He had to hand it to her, considering how young she seemed, she knew how to take care of herself. Even today, when the bandits came, she held her own almost until the end.
He grimaced, thinking about the events that played out just an hour ago. Hearing a loud banging against the door woke him from his sleep. He heard the door open, and swore under his breath. Trying to get back to sleep, he heard Seraphina's muffled voice, then a child's whiny voice ringing through. Then, he heard the little girl wail out a "sorry," which made him curious. Did she make her cry?
His curiosity getting the best of him, he pulled on a blue button-down shirt and walked out clothed. Immediately, seeing the front door open, Alduin noticed Seraphina right away, holding a single dagger, with no armor on. Smirking, he walked closer to the door, and looked around.
There were three men, one on her left, one on her right, and one directly in front of him. Past her, there was her dumb horse and the little girl he heard earlier. He could see instantly that she was trying to protect them, like the men cared. No, they wanted Fi and her home for themselves.
When he noticed her black dress on, and her small bare feet, he noticed the goosebumps on her legs. Their eyes locked, and she looked… hopeful? He just noticed the fact that the men didn't know he was there. He wanted, more than anything in his whole existence to just see her burn. He wanted them to kill her, to rip out her insides and smear them in the ground. He wanted to – no, he didn't want to see them do it. He wanted to do it himself, to see the fear envelop her eyes, until her last breath. Leaving the look struck upon her face for all eternity. But he wasn't stupid.
He knew he couldn't let her die right now. It was painful to admit, but he would be a fool to think he could find out what happened to him anytime soon without her help. Just looking at her, about to protect a horse and a child with nothing but a small blade in her hand. Most would be shaking and retreating, but this young woman just stands there with the excitement dancing in her eyes. Hand steady, stance proud, she was ready for anything. Once he knows his fate, however, that could be a different story, but for now, he needs to be patient.
He has seen Seraphina put their weapons locked in the Armory, but she would have the keys to open them. Backing away from the door, he ran quickly to the chest in the bedroom. He found twenty lockpicks, but he may need more. Running downstairs, he checked quickly, noticing everything was locked.
He ran a hand through his hair, keeping it momentarily out of his eyes while he thought of where else some would be. He walked back upstairs, and he remembered they were going to leave today. He went into the kitchen and finally noticed the bags she had packed. Rummaging through them, he finally found a large handful of them.
Before he opened the armory, he went to check to see what was going on. He noticed the little girl and her horse were distracting her. Even though he didn't want to, he realized it would be better if he helped out with that.
Running quickly up the stairs, he opened the balcony doors, and stealthily went to the stables. The little girl was whimpering, and looking at the scene before her. Dirt smudges and tear stains littered her cheeks and face, yet managed to enhance her small chocolate colored eyes.
Jumping when he put a hand on her shoulder, she was ready to scream, but he put a finger to his lips. The terror in her eyes was so fierce, he wasn't even sure she was able to scream. Lifting her up on the horse, Alduin quickly grabbed the reins and brought him around the barn, into the open forest. The horse made no work to move however, causing him to grumble under his breath. His frustration building, he smacked the horse hard on the ass, and he ran off.
He heard the man say something, but couldn't hear what was said. He saw the man punch Seraphina and bring her to the house. Seeing as how Seraphina had dropped her weapons, and being handled in that way, he could easily put the scenario together in his head. The only thoughts then that kept coursing through him were what if she dies? Or worse, gets pregnant?
Scared that he may lose the one key to insure his survival, he ran past them to the open door on the balcony and slinked down to the armory doors. He had never had to unlock anything in his life and it apparently showed by Seraphina's reaction to the lockpicks afterwards.
Grabbing the other two bodies, he searched them for "loot," or some other nonsense. He saw a necklace, but he couldn't see the point in taking that. Why would anyone bother? Actually, he thought, most of this I don't really know what it is and what it is worth.
He tried to listen to Seraphina in the house when she was talking about it, but after the first object she held in her hand she described, his mind just kept thinking, Why would you buy that? Why would you keep it on you? What is the point to this stuff?
Annoyed, he just grabbed everything from the bodies, and hoped she could sell it all. He got up, and sauntered to the stream. He stripped naked and scrubbed off the blood from his body. He gladly cleaned himself, despite the freezing water. He couldn't believe how bad humans could smell. He had never needed to take baths before, but now if he went a day without one… he shuddered, and scrubbed quicker.
Previously, when he was attacked the humans, he and the other Dov constantly complained about their odor before, but they chalked it up to their heightened sense of smell. Now he knew that may not have been the case.
When he was cleaned off, he got dressed and went to the house. He noted the horse was still gone, and not being able to care, let alone do anything about it, he shrugged and went inside.
Going inside, he glanced at the Dragonborn, and put all of the stuff on the table. The loud noises he made hadn't roused her, so he went closer.
A small snore escaped her mouth, her head still on the table. Shaking her, she didn't move at all, and he was ready to hit her. Yelling her name, he did manage to get out a strangled, "yeah, yeah," before she was back out again. Shaking his head in disbelief, he was now starting to wonder how this puny human had survived if she slept that hard.
He could tell how late it was getting, so he picked her up. Her body was completely limp in his hands, yet so small and frail. She was breathing, but if he didn't hear her make a noise earlier he would have thought she was dead.
The next morning, he awoke to feeling a bowl wonk him on the head. His heart racing, he got to his feet quickly, looking around. Not seeing anyone besides a seething Dovahkiin, he rubbed his head and groaned.
"You fucking pervert! I should skin you alive for this! Gods, you're sick! I demand to know what you were trying to do last night," she exclaimed loudly. Her voice cracked, causing her to sound more brittle, yet she was as ferocious as ever.
Thinking back to when they went into the bedroom last night, he didn't think there was anything wrong. He brought her to her bed, but she was still thickly coated in blood. He tried to keep her upright, but it was proving to be difficult. He grabbed the water basin, which, incidentally, was the same one that was thrown at him and filled it with water and heated it up on the fire. He grabbed a cloth and started wiping the blood off of her body.
When she was mostly clean on her exposed skin, he got her undressed and decided to put her in one of her loose clothing. He sat her up, using his strength to keep her up and put on one of her night time outfits.
He remembered he heard her say once, 'There is nothing like going to bed in something other than your armor.' Once, when she taught him to cut up vegetables, she left him to work on it. He faced the bedroom, a clear view of her lying on top of her bed. She was staring up at the ceiling, and rubbing the fabric between her fingers, stroking along her arm, clearly enjoying the feeling of her clothing. He was confused, yet didn't question it. Then again, if he could, he would leave the house without them. Too restricting.
He saw there was a lot of blood left on her torso and upper legs, but he wasn't intending on giving her a bath, he just wanted to make sure the blood wouldn't be on her bed. The quicker they left in the morning the quicker he will get an answer. He turned down the covers and put her in bed.
He was exhausted, so he went to his bed in the corner, and went to sleep. The pure rage in her eyes caused him to smirk, and walk past her. She grabbed his arm roughly, and before he could blink, she was facing him once again. "Answer me, Alduin. What have you done?"
"You are still such a child aren't you? What are you, eighteen? Nineteen? Did it even occur to you that if I wanted to take you, I could have easily have done so when you were tied up yesterday? Why would I let you out, only to wait for you to lose consciousness, and put you in bed to fuck you, and get you dressed in new clothes once again? Does that in anyway make any sense to you whatsoever," he questioned her. Cheeks flaming, she let go of his arm. She looked away for a moment, having a loss for words.
He bared his teeth and grabbed her arm, the same way he did to her. Leaning in close to her ear, he brushed her hair away from her ear. "Let's just say, Fi. You aren't exactly my type," he whispered. He felt her body freeze, and he broke away from her personal space, and caught her eyes. Pointedly checking out her body, he looked disgusted at her appearance and walked away.
A few hours later, he went to the main hall, so he could grab his armor. The front door was open, revealing the snow falling in large globs, so still and peaceful. The calm before the storm, he mused.
Fi was out there, feeding the black horse that found its way home early this morning. It was early afternoon, and the elements will hopefully not hinder their trip. Once his armor was on, he grabbed their packs and headed for the door.
Seraphina was already in her gear, her battleaxe on her back. She didn't look back, but she knew he was there. Walking over, she grabbed her pack and secured it. She gave him a smile, but he could see the insincerity lurking behind it. Alduin gave her a curt nod, and waited for her command.
Strolling to the horse, she jumped on, and left the area. Alduin followed hesitantly, and even though every step felt as though death crept closer and closer, he marched on.
After a few hours, they made it to Whiterun. Once she dropped off Sliver, they trudged through until they hit the end of the winding way. He growled, once a natural reaction to flying over this place. Dov had been imprisoned and killed in these walls. The large wooden doors opened, creaking loudly. Once it was opened all the way, he took in the sight before him. A bunch of townspeople were bustling about, going about their daily lives.
Despite the heavy snow coming down, they were walking to their destinations, not even bothering to look at the newcomers traipsing in their city. He caught a few eyes, and even though an impossible terror showed on their faces, Alduin walking in with the Dovahkiin calmed their fears.
Seraphina walked over to a busy little store, with a woman smithing what looked to be steel. "Hello, Adrianne. How have you been?" The woman didn't even acknowledge her until she finished the metal piece.
"You know how it has been, the same old thing every time. I have been trying to do just regular business since the Stormcloaks came in, but the lack of coin in my pouch reminds me that I need to eat. I may have to bite my tongue and actually make a deal with those traitors. Oh, sorry. No offense," she sullenly said.
"Don't worry about it. I get it, but I thought we had an understanding to keep that out of our friendship. How is your father doing lately?"
Adrianne shrugged, yet her body was brimming with anger. "Yes, we did. I'm sorry, you're right. Yes, my father, Proventus has found a small home in Falkreath. He is staying there so it won't be 'too much of a bother for when he dies. He will already be near a great cemetery.' He can be such a baby sometimes. So, who is your friend? I don't know if I have ever seen you around here," she inquired.
He was about to say something when Seraphina cut him off. "This is… Kennet. He came to Skyrim from Cyrodiil, and I met him when he was just outside Falkreath. Since Lydia is gone, I asked him to accompany me until I find a new companion."
Adrianne looked into his crimson eyes, and raked over the rest of his body. The fear was present, but she seemed to be focused on Seraphina, and quirked an eyebrow at the situation. "Good luck, Kennet. My advice? You don't want to be like the one before her, where all she did was complain about things and not take the job seriously. Make sure you listen to Seraphina and stay close," Adrianne warned.
Alduin gave her curt nod, hoping that would appease her. It seemed to do the trick, and she continued to craft some boots, which Alduin had no clue what they were. They looked like it was made from green colored crystals. It was quite amazing how innovative these little peons managed to become.
"So, Seraphina… I take it you are here to sell. I only have so much money at the moment. My husband has more inside, if it's a problem."
"Of course it isn't. We didn't bring too much, actually. We want to buy more than sell. We definitely need lockpicks, and some elven arrows, please."
Adrianne took out what was asked, and told her how much it was. They exchanged their items, but by this point, Alduin wasn't paying attention anymore. His interest piqued upon a man, outside of The Drunken Huntsman.
The nicely dressed man was staring, but not moving towards them. Alduin turned to look at the women, afraid to give himself away. Did he recognize me? I wonder… Looking back, he looked intently into the man's eyes, and found them to not be staring at him, much to his relief.
The man's eyes were fixated on the women, but more so on Seraphina. Alduin was expecting the man to come closer now, but he didn't. Body rigid, eyes burning a hole right through her- Alduin knew that look. It was hatred, hatred for Seraphina only Alduin knew too well.
He knew his reasons, but why was this man displaying it to her? What had she done to make him that upset? A tap on the shoulder brought him back to see an impatient Seraphina tapping her foot.
"Come on… Kennet. We need to get going soon if we are to make our meeting." Walking away without him, his mind suddenly caught up to that fact, and started catching up to her.
They walked to the market square, and Fi went ahead and made small talk with a young woman with short brown hair. Agitation was written all over her face, and yet the woman wouldn't stop her blathering.
Walking with confidence, he strolled closer to the women to introduce himself. She caught sight of him, and gasped. Her sky-blue eyes fluttered half-closed, and she put a hand to her hair. Twirling a small piece around her finger, she bit her lip.
"W-w-who is this, Seraphina? Hello, I am Ysolda, a-and you are," she questioned with hopeful eyes.
"A pleasure to meet you, I'm Ken-," suddenly cut off, Seraphina butt-in once again.
"His name is Kennet. Now, if you'll excuse us, we are on a tight schedule. Good day." Seraphina walked briskly to the Belethor's General Goods shop and went in. He gave her a nod before begrudgingly following her inside.
Seraphina instantly grabbed him by the collar when he went inside and brought him upstairs. "You fool! Do not talk to anyone. The less they know the better. If someone talks to you that could deem any importance, which I highly doubt will happen… Then you may speak. Understand?"
Alduin put his helmet on, and turned his head to the side. "So, that maiden out there was not important? She seemed rather-" Seraphina cut him off again.
"Rather whorish? Yes, she tends to be. Anyone in the town aside from the guards are not worth much to speak to. Only leaders of certain groups, merchants, and guards are someone you would address. Now, we need to get a move on. At this rate it will take six months to get to Winterhold."
Running down the stairs, she proceeded to try and get a good deal on some soul gems which, Alduin had no idea what they were. When they finished, they headed out and went to yet another store.
They went to every store in the entire city, much to Alduin's displeasure. They had already spent half of the day going around, not doing anything. Seraphina kept shoving objects they bought in his satchel, which were getting heavier and heavier. As if it couldn't get any worse almost every person here stops us to thank her and praise and love her. If he actually had food in his stomach he would have thrown up. He was annoyed to say the least, and it is only their first day together.
Walking quickly to the steps, Seraphina went up ahead. He looked at the tall building, Dragonsreach and felt his heart constrict. So many Dov feared this place, revealing that they weren't completely impenetrable. To say he wasn't the slightest bit nervous would be a lie. The trap was beautifully done by war standards, yet it was an awful feeling to know that as big as they are, Jul were capable of capturing them.
Taking a deep breath, he walked up the stairs as slowly as he could. Alduin only hoped this would be quick.
They waited for the guards to open the door, and he couldn't shake the bubble of fear rising the closer they got to opening it. His helmet was on, and he was glad that it would conceal his face. This was a bad place for people to know he is a dragon- or rather, used to be. Seraphina looked at him, a question in her eyes he was not able to answer. She focused on his throat, visible between his helmet and armor plate. It took her only a second or two to deduce what is happening, which made his cheeks burn. Luckily, she can't see that at least.
Smirking, she winked at him and looked forward once again. Damn her! Why did she have to be so… so… observant! Obviously, she saw my jugular beating wildly, as loud and thunderous as a giant! No matter, he thought, I just need to focus. Not worry about what some female warrior thinks of me.
Embarrassed, he looked away, and imagined once again his many plausible death scenarios for her. More than anything, he needed to keep his composure… for now.
Inside, they walked directly to main hall, where there was food and drink flowing, with hardly anyone around. Alduin's stomach grumbled, smelling the strong aroma of roasts and hams. He closed his eyes and hoped they would allow them to eat.
"Hello, Jarl. It's so good to see you. I take it you are well?" Seraphina strengthened her voice, signifying her authority, yet being respectful. The Jarl stood and walked to her, all smiles.
"Well I can't believe my eyes! Is this the Dragonborn that we haven't seen through these halls in so long? So good to see you my dear! Come; let us speak while we dine. I insist! By the way, what have I told you about that Jarl business! You are my shield-sister and a friend. My name is Vignar to you," Vignar said cheerily.
"Yes, Vignar I'm sorry. I know it has been a long time. We would love to dine with you." She sat next to Vignar, while Alduin sat next to her. Vignar asked her immediately about how she was able to slay Alduin, and she went into graphic detail, much to Alduin's dismay. He was still too afraid to take off his helmet, but tried unsuccessfully to eat while he wore it. After spilling all over himself and stabbed his chin with a fork, he tentatively took off his helmet.
Looking to the group, everyone was staring at him. "Where did you get this one, Seraphina? Either you found him with the Falmer, or some Imperial… sympathizer I take it?"
Seraphina laughed loudly, "Something like that… But for the most part this is temporary. I was wondering if you could keep an ear out for someone to take his position to be full-time. I already talked to all of the vendors and merchants, as well as the barkeeps. So hard to find good help these days."
Sliding his plate forward, signaling he must have been done; his smile fell for a moment, before becoming brighter. "Yes, of course I can. You're right, my dear. It is so hard to find it."
Alduin was on his third plate when he noticed everyone was standing. Whimpering, he grudgingly stood, and threw his napkin down petulantly. Seraphina noticed, and shot daggers at him, and turned to smile brightly to Vignar.
Vignar sat in his throne, and ran his hand along his beard. "It's been too long since we have seen you. Were you ill?"
"Yes. Although it was quite easy to kill Alduin," after Seraphina looked pointedly at the growling Alduin, she went on, "I had a… an incident with some bandits, and a home invasion. I am sorry I have not come sooner. Is there anything you needed taking care of?"
"Yes, but nothing pressing of course. When you are able, there is a bandit camp that needs dealing with. I think the name was Silent Moons Camp, but just ask my Steward before you leave. There also may be a dragon somewhere as well. I wish they were gone now that Alduin was, but I suppose that is too much to hope for."
Alduin, shaking with anger, put his helmet on. At least this way he would be able to snarl at him without any the wiser.
"What I wanted to ask you about was if you had gotten the letter? I sent a courier out to you a few weeks ago. It was an invitation to an engagement party."
Seraphina, confused, shook her head. "No, Vignar, I hadn't. I'm sorry to have missed it! Was it Olfina?" With a nod, she smiled brightly. "Oh that is wonderful news! So, who is the lucky guy? I take it Jon Battle-Born is already rallying up another war," she winked. Alduin had no idea who they were talking about, and felt too weird to ask.
"Yes, well, he moved after the engagement party. I heard he is living in Markarth until he figures it out. My lovely niece, Olfina, is marrying, Hron-" He was abruptly cut off by a voice walking down the steps behind the Jarl.
"Me. Hello, Seraphina. You are looking well enough." The man was the same from in front of the Drunken Huntsman, still looking at her with a burning hatred for her. It was disguised well enough for others, but seeing as Alduin noticed Seraphina going rigid, she must have been able to see as well.
"Congratulations, Hrongar. I didn't know you were pursuing Olfina. I am happy for you both," she said with a fake smile. It almost looked believable. Almost.
"Thank you. I only wish you hadn't blatantly ignored our gracious invitation and came to the engagement celebration. You could have told Olfina yourself. But I suppose that is the life of the 'Dragonborn' right? Always moving, adventure at every corner, never stopping to smell the roses and all that. Wow, it must be so exciting being you."
She narrowed her eyes, and in an instant they were back to her easy-going smile. "Yes, well I already explained myself. We are so sorry we didn't get to see the happy and in love couple. Vignar, always a pleasure. Hrongar, well I will see you soon. I need to discuss details with the Steward." With that, she turned on her heels and started looking around.
Hrongar coughed loudly, "I am the Steward. So, shall we discuss our business here? Or something more… private?"
Snorting, Seraphina crossed her arms. "No, we should be leaving as soon as possible. Here is perfectly fine."
Alduin, who was watching Hrongar, shook with silent laughter when he saw his composure crumble for a moment, before he clapped his hands together and motioned for them to move away from the Jarl. Sitting back down in the dining chair, he took off his helmet once again and shook his hair off of his heated scalp, running his hands through his hair.
Grabbing a goblet, he took a large drink, his adam's apple bobbed up and down until it was gone. Burping loudly, he rubbed his stomach and grabbed a green apple and practiced throwing it up into the air and catching it.
So, it wasn't just me that hates her. I don't know what is going on… but I am anxious to find out, he mused. Watching the two politely argue was going to be enjoyable. Taking a large bite, he wasn't expecting that strange taste. He spit it out and stuck his tongue in and out, groaning loudly. His face contorted, all scrunched up, not knowing how tart those would be. He grabbed a bottle of wine and drank anything to get the gross taste off of his tongue. The wine was almost as bad, but not as bad as the apple.
Everyone, along with Seraphina, was giving him strange looks. After a minute of complete silence, he put his helmet back on, and awkwardly went to the door. Seraphina rolled her eyes, and said her goodbyes. When they were leaving, Seraphina grabbed his arm and directed him to the front gates, not saying a word.
After a few feet away she finally slowed down, and started mumbling to herself. He was not going to ask what her problem was yet, since a scene in front of a bunch of people wouldn't help at the moment, so he began taking in the surrounding scenery. His eyes ventured to gaze behind the store they were just at earlier, Warmaiden's, and found a woman staring at them.
Even as a human, his eyesight was surprisingly great, so he could tell she was smiling. She was old, with grey hair, and wrinkled skin. Her eyes were locked directly at them, sitting in front of her house as if she was waiting for someone… or something. Yet, now that he really thought about it, they weren't looking at Seraphina, they were looking at him. Finally, when they arrived, she shoved him to the gate.
She grabbed him by the ear and took him to the stables. "What were you trying to do in there? What the hell even happened? No, you know what? I don't even want to know. We need to head out. I hope you got enough food," Seraphina walked to her horse, while carrying on, "because the next time we are stopping is when we are attacked by animals on the road."
"I'll manage. So, who were those people? I know it was the Jarl, obviously, but I have to say, I was curious about the younger gentleman unparticular. You know, the Steward? What was his name…Hanger? Hunger?" Alduin smiled, seeing her bristle.
"His name is Hrongar, and it's none of your fucking business." Dropping a hand down, Alduin took her hand and hoisted himself behind her on Sliver. Having a feeling that if he didn't do just what she said, he could probably assume he was going to be walking himself the whole way, he did in fact drop it. After all, he had all the time in the world.
List for Morning Star:
-Carrots. Check.
-Apples. Check.
-Beef. Check.
-Chicken (don't buy from the taverns or get from any questing. Food poisoning!). Check.
I can't believe that he had the gall to be in Dragonsreach! What is going on with him these days? I thought we hashed this out before, but apparently not by the way he was talking to me earlier!
Meanwhile, I got this idiot making scenes in front of everyone, trying so hard to keep a low profile. Whatever, he can do whatever the fuck he wants to do. If he wants to get found out, by all means, start spitting out an apple like you are a child in front of a Jarl and his staff!
-Mudcrab Chitin.
-Bread.
-Milk. Check.
I had to teach Alduin how to set up camp last night. After the sixth try, he got it right. I grabbed some sticks and started roasting our skeevers. He took it off the stick and threw his whole skeever in the fire. I asked him why he did that, and his reply was he wanted to do it, the "old way". When he managed to get it out of the fire, he took a bite and spit it out.
I laughed at him and asked if it was a little overdone? He said it wasn't as bad as before, but in his human form, it's not that appetizing. Since that was the only food he was allotted for the night, I brought him to a small patch of Blisterworts, a bit away from camp.
He pouted, like a child and sat down. Luckily, Blisterworts restore health, and makes you more tired, so I hoped when he got back he would just shut up and go to sleep. It worked! I will need to make most of his meals with that.
-Eidar cheese.
-Ten assorted soul gems. I bought five, I will need more.
-Lockpicks. Need more!
Gods, does that man ever shut up? If I have to hear another comparison on how the "Dov" are so much better than everyone else at everything, I am going to slice out his voice box! He asked why we bother to wear clothing when all we are, is as smart and capable as a troll! A fucking troll!
I think when we go to our next quest; he can take the reins on that one.
As if we didn't have enough to do, every five minutes, there was another question! "Why do the males and females braid their hair? Why don't I get a real job? Are we there yet?" He knows now how irritated I am getting, which is causing him to ask even more.
He still hasn't put together what his armor is yet, and hopefully it is soon. I am so looking forward to see that smile wipe off of his face.
-Bear meat. Check.
-30 varieties of fur.
-Gold ores (Ingots). Check.
-Ebony ores (Ingots).
-Iron ores (Ingots). Check.
We have been on the road for a few days since Whiterun, and as more time passes, I am regretting this decision more and more. We had just made it to Winterhold, and I am trying to be patient, but this is getting ridiculous. If I have to hear one more complaint about how hungry and exhausted he is, I will throw him over the College of Winterhold bridge. So help, me I will.
Once we got here, he thought that would be a great time to ask me about Hrongar. Yeah, like that will fucking happen. Hrongar is not even an issue. He may hate me now, which I am now realizing he is much more deranged than I first thought, but I'm sure in time it will heal.
-Potatoes.
-Apple pie. Check.
-Sweetrolls. Check.
-Canis Root.
-Giant's toe.
-Daedra Heart.
-Crimson Nirnroot.
-Sapphires.
-Emeralds. Check.
We are currently at the college of Winterhold, hoping to speak to the Arch-Mage, Savos Aren. We are hoping he will be able to help us. If not, I suppose it won't hurt to ask the librarian. The temperamental old Orc must know something.
-S
Alduin grabbed the sack of items she had bought from the merchants, and followed her up to the college. They were to be at their appointment in twenty minutes, and judging by the height of this college, it would surely take about that to make it there. The winding bridge made his stomach churn, seeing the railings had been broken off.
Seraphina pounded on his door, and they could hear shuffling behind the door. "Come in," someone said softly. Opening the door, she walked in, and greeted an older elf in the center of a circular room. There were all sorts of ingredients there, some he had even seen Seraphina using.
"Sit down; I need to finish this potion before it curdles. I will be only a moment." He grabbed some sort of flower and threw it in, stirring until a big puff of red smoke enveloped his face. He sniffed hard, the smoke coiling up into his nose like a snake. He sat down all dewy-eyed, and exhaled. The smoke shot out of all of his orifices, and faded away.
"It needs work… but I think I am getting close! So, you wanted to see me? Seraphina, is it? I hear you are a student here, as well as an asset to our librarian-whatever his name is," he said flippantly.
"Urag gro-Shub? Yeah, well… he was offering so…" Coughing awkwardly, she folded her hands and continued. "Urag is wonderful and everything, but he is no Savos Aren! So, what have you been working on lately?"
They sat with him close to an hour, listening to all of the ideas he had for his pupils. Some necromancy, some restorations… by the time they heard him speak about his theory on how hagravens are the key to opening the psychic links in our brains, Seraphina interrupted. "That is so fascinating, sir! Who knew you were capable of opening our minds, as well as our bodies," she leaned in closer, and smiled.
Savos smiled, and grabbed her hand. "You are such a demon! I could help you hone your craft further, if you would like, Seraphina."
She gasped, and clutched her chest. "Really? Oh, that is so sweet! I knew you have such vast knowledge but your generosity knows no bounds! I couldn't possibly take up any more of your valuable time!"
"Nonsense. So, who is your companion? He's a quiet one, is he?" Savos looked at him and gave him a crooked smile.
"Oh, him? Just someone who needed a job, that's all. Thank you for taking the time to see us. I promise I can make it worth your while," She purred. She licked her lips, and smiled bashfully. He raised his eyebrows, and laughed.
"Goodness! You really are an enchantress! If I wasn't into men I would surely take you up on your offer, my dear. Now this one on the other hand…" He winked at Alduin, who grimaced. Seeing this, Seraphina stepped in.
"Oh, I'm sorry to say, he is taken to a spritely young girl from the Bard's College. Sorry I couldn't sway you as well. I thought we could have had fun together," Serpahina pouted. He cupped her face in his hands, and gave her a sympathetic look.
"You have gumption I'll give you that, dear. Drop the act, please. Let's get down to business. I have a meeting in a couple of hours," he drawled.
"Well, it was worth a shot," she shrugged. Alduin was confused by their banter. What was she doing?
"Well, Savos… I had a question. Is there some type legend or fable about dragons? For instance, is there a tale about what happens when they die? Or shape changing? Or anything that may seem implausible?"
Savos brought both of his hands under his chin. His middle finger resting on the underside of his chin and methodically tapped them, thinking. His sunken in eyes closed, and after a few minutes he shook his head.
"Sorry. I don't recall anything of the sort aside from the beloved fables of our childhoods. I wish I could be of more help," he said sympathetically.
She shook her head and stood up. "I appreciate the time. I will see you soon." She walked out nonchalantly, like she just didn't try to seduce the Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold. Alduin, still completely confused, silently waved, and followed her out. He could feel the man's eyes still on him even as they headed into town.
The clouds were overcast, and night had fallen once they left the college. It was snowing heavily, so they ran to the pub. The fires roasting in the room immediately helped, and Seraphina picked a table away from everyone. They ordered some food, and while they were waiting, they took off their gauntlets and helmets.
Seraphina started rubbing her own neck, and pushed her red hair off to the side. Her light freckles were wet with melted snowflakes, and her hands were pink and shaky. "Do you do that with all men? What were you trying to gain in acting in that strange manner?"
Confused, she thought about what he said and shrugged. "What, flirting? No, I asked around before we came here and the contacts I have guaranteed that flirting and boosting his ego will do better than intimidating him. It was my fault that I didn't think that the contacts who gave me this information were men. It should have registered. Oh well, no loss."
Alduin shook his wet hair from his head, and took a drink of wine. "So are we to leave now? Is there anyone else we can talk to besides him?"
Looking away, she clenched her fists. "I hope we can find someone to help us, but not being able to explain my reasoning is halting any possible information we can get. I can see the curiosity in their eyes, and luckily, they know how tight-lipped I can be, but it is only a matter of time." She bit into her chicken leg and proceeded to talk and use the leg as emphasis.
"We are going to talk to Urag gro-Shub tomorrow morning. He is less angry when I am not bothering him late at night. Yet, I don't think it will help any," she mumbled. Alduin nodded, as if he understood what she was talking about and ate the rest of his potato.
Once they were finished, they sat back and listened to the bard sing and had another cup of mead. When Alduin started to feel woozy, Seraphina took his from his hand and drank the rest of his ale. She puckered her face and shook her head. "How can you drink that? We'll have to have you drink Honningbrew's Mead. You will never go back. It will be a special treat, since I took them out of business. That makes them rare."
"Yes," Alduin nodded, "I suppose I'll have to. So, where are we sleeping? Aren't there beds here?" He looked around and noticed the vacant rooms. He remembered hearing people slept in these types of places.
"No, we're not. There is only one tiny bed, and I'm not paying for two. It's not worth it, honestly. We can just make camp outside of the city. We should get to it, then. Daylight is gone, so it'll be harder to scout. I guess we will just have to rough it." Alduin got to his feet, grumbling. It has been freezing when they got to sleep, and he was shaking when he woke up as well. He didn't think it was a waste and she could easily fit on the floor.
Seraphina paid the bartender, and they headed outside the city. Hearing him piss and moan, she saved him from a tantrum and volunteered to set it up this time. Once the fire was going, they both drifted off, and hoped they would find more information in the morning.
After clearing camp the next morning, they headed back to the college. They went to the library, seeing an older Orc behind a desk, reading. Seraphina sat across from him, waiting until he looked up from his book.
After a few minutes with no acknowledgement, Seraphina knocked on the wooden desk, which didn't seem to help. Annoyed, she waved her hand and yelled his name.
Exacerbated, he reluctantly looked up. "What do you want, Dragonborn? Can't you see I'm busy?"
She crossed her legs and smirked at him. "I missed you too. How have you been, Rag?"
Bristling, he closed the book with a loud thud and gave her his full attention now. "I told you not to call me that," he snarled. She laughed loudly, the sound resembling little bells.
"I know, and if you didn't react this way I wouldn't do it. I got something I think you may be interested in," she said in a sing-songy voice.
He rolled his eyes and gave her a pointed look. He must not have thought much about what she could have because he opened his book and acted like they weren't there anymore. She pouted, and started rummaging through her sack. When she grabbed what she was looking for, she stood up.
Alduin got to his feet as well; annoyed they had to go out in the cold so soon. "Okay, Urag. I guess I will see if Serana can bring these silly old Elder Scrolls, all three of them, to her mother who lives in a Soul Cairn. She would love them, don't you think?"
Sputtering, he closed the book immediately. "Are you insane? Give them to her-no. No, no, no! They belong in a museum, a library! This library! I'll take them, and give you a good price for them as well." He gritted his teeth, livid that she had the nerve to even think about bringing those somewhere else.
Smiling, she sauntered back and showed him the three scrolls. His eyes roved over them greedily, and Seraphina could see the lust in his eyes. He was single for a reason, despite his personality. Nothing makes his eyes shine like the thought of owning rare pieces for his collection.
"I'll give you fifteen-hundred. As you can see, there are blood spots and nicks and-," Seraphina cut him off before he could finish. "Three thousand and a question. You know it is worth way more than that."
Growling, he thought about it for a moment. "A question? What kind of question?"
She looked at her nails, and shrugged. "A question. Agree first, then I will ask. Oh, and whatever I ask stays here. Do we have a Deal?" Rolling his eyes, he threw an impatient hand out to her. "Deal, Deal. Now, what is it?"
"We need to know if there is any information on dragon lore. Anything out of the ordinary that is just a story will do. If there is anything in particular about shape-shifting, I'd like to see that as well, please." Urag looked at her like she was crazy, and went to the back of the library.
They sat down in the middle of the room, and after fifteen minutes, Urag came back with a huge stack of books. He put them on the table gently, and gave Seraphina her money. She took it gratefully, and handed him the scrolls.
If Alduin didn't know better, he swore he saw a small smile creep onto his face before it was back to his usual scowl. "Urag, come back in an hour, we need privacy," she shooed him and opened the first book.
Outraged, he muttered profanities under his breath and took his scrolls possessively with him. He slammed the door loudly, and Seraphina didn't even flinch.
After a minute, she grabbed a book and put one in front of him. "If you don't help we will be here for a week," she mumbled. Alduin picked it up and opened it. Seraphina sighed impatiently and grabbed the book from his hands and turned it right side up.
"Will you quit dicking around and read!"
"I can't read this! It's your language not mine," he roared! Taken back, she tilted her head and tried to wrap her head around that.
"You're telling me, Alduin, that in all the years of your entire existence, you didn't bother to learn your enemy's language? How does that even happen? I have even learned some!"
He stood up, anger coursing through him; he could feel his eye color become more intense. "Why would I have even bothered to do something so trivial, since we were guaranteeing your extinction," he snarled.
Shaking her head, she grabbed his book from his spot and started reading. "Well, you need to stick around to see if any of this sounds familiar."
He was too angry to just do what she said, yet she had a point. It is not like he could just pick up and leave right now. Standing up straighter, he walked to the table next to theirs and sat down. Seraphina, annoyed, kept reading and shook her head.
It took them a day and a half, and nothing was even close to what they were looking for. They left, disheartened, and headed towards the southeast. The farther away they were from the Winterhold area, they warmer they were. The sun had been out most of the time, with very little snow, much to Alduin's excitement. It constantly felt like when he woke up, he half expected he wouldn't be able to use his body anymore. He never used to care, fuck, even loved the snow, but with this weak body…it was proving rather difficult to find any joy.
When they were near Windhelm, they went to Lake Yorgrim, and filled their bottles of water, taking large gulps of their old water to make room. Night would be coming soon, and Alduin was grateful they wouldn't walk around in the dark. Since Seraphina hated to use torches, in case of discovery, they walked in pitch black hills, and cliffs. She also hated to use the main roads, and instead, to keep their profile as low as possible was to off road into the scenery, hoping for the anonymity of the trees and bushes.
He sat down, and took his heavy backpack off. When he stretched, he groaned in appreciation, feeling the ache in his tight muscles ease immediately. Seraphina stood up, and fought a snow bear that was getting too close.
When she put the animal in her bag, she called for Alduin to come closer. Growling, he grabbed his bag, one of the many rules she had instructed he follow, and shuffled all the way over to her. When he was, he looked around to find nothing really of interest.
"Put your gear on, we aren't staying here. It's too open, and I need some actual sleep tonight," she demanded. He growled, but otherwise complied.
"If you think I am going to end up walking another half hour, you're crazier than I thought! I am done for the day," he roared. Rolling her eyes, she didn't respond and they made the trek up higher in the hills.
They fought another snow bear, but otherwise there wasn't much else around. Ten minutes later, they came across an inn and a little lake. He smiled widely, excited they wouldn't need to go anywhere else.
"Fi, where are we?" They walked past the lake, and started walking to the little inn. It looked run-down, but the lights were burning outside, as well as smoke coming from the fireplace. "Knock it off with that name. It's getting on my nerves. It's the Nightgate Inn. We'll have a drink to warm up, but we will be sleeping outside tonight, so don't get your hopes up."
Going inside, they stayed there for a few hours and talked with the locals. Well, Seraphina talked, but Alduin ignored them, too involved with his drinks of ale to care. When he was a little bit drunk, Seraphina cut him off, and they went outside, and set up camp.
He sat at the bank of the lake laughing, and having a great time. Seraphina set up camp and helped him get to his bed. "Fi, why are we in front of an inn if you didn't want to be seen? You can be very stupid sometimes," he slurred.
"Thank you Alduin, you really know how to lay on the charm," she said sarcastically. His eyes were drooping, but he tried to stay awake to know why she did it. She pulled the blankets over him and with an annoyed sigh she sat on her bedroll.
"We are safer here since there aren't a lot of people that come through here. The regulars left an hour ago, and the hills around us keep us covered. I come here as much as I can, if I'm in the area. See you in the morning." Lying down, she turned away from him.
His eyes burned, begging him to close them, and even though he wanted to stay up to eat, he was too tired. Hopefully they could have a good breakfast before leaving.
He was dreaming of his old life, when he heard a loud splash near them. Alert, he opened his eyes and slowly turned to the noise. Mildly afraid, he wondered how Fi was able to sleep through that noise. The clouds were covering the only light out, since the fire had gone out a while ago, and the outside fires signaling the inn was open, had gone out as well.
He couldn't make out anything with the black water, but on the bank, there was something. He squinted, and could make out clothes, covered in a light dusting of snow. His eyes cast upward; he could see little snowflakes lightly falling down. The longer he looked the more adjusted his eyesight became.
He heard a louder splash, and he covered half of his face, nervous. He saw something emerge from the water, taller than he thought and skinnier. It was walking slowly closer to him, showing more of its form the closer it got. Finally, when he could see the whole torso, he was shocked to see it was a woman. A naked woman, to be exact. It was Seraphina in the water, taking her bath.
Water dripped down the valley between her breasts, and went lower with every step. Goosebumps were spread all over her body, along with the scars that once he thought were from the fight at her home, but must have been from the years of fighting. Her legs, long and lean were wobbly, and her breathing was hard.
She must not have noticed he was awake, because she had no problem with being naked around him. His head felt dizzy and his stomach churned. Breathing hard, he quickly got to his feet and threw up a few feet away from camp. I must have drunk more than I thought. Seraphina warned me this might happen when I tried alcohol the first time, he reasoned.
Looking back to camp, he smirked, seeing Seraphina hurryingly throwing her clothes on. Hands trembling, she was unsuccessfully tying the laces back into place on her front corset. He went closer and stood in front of her.
Without asking, he once again deftly fixed her dress, and handed her the blanket from her bedroll. He could see color fill her cheeks and the anger in her eyes, yet he swore he could hear her heart beating wildly from there, without even touching her.
"I need to get some sleep. Goodnight," she lightly stammered. She turned away, and Alduin lightly grabbed her arm. He didn't know if it was the alcohol clouding his brain one way or the other, but he had a sudden urge to do something.
She looked up at him with her wide eyes, and a question danced there, but he couldn't even imagine what it could be. Seeing her look at him that way, and the way her breathing was becoming more ragged, he had an impulse to do… something, but he still didn't know what. Choke her? Snap her neck? Frustrated, his grip tightened, and that caused Seraphina to snap out of it.
Shaking out of his grip, she turned and punched him in the face. He recoiled, and growled. Seraphina went back to the bedroll and closed her eyes. Livid, he walked away. His body was now too awake and wired to sleep. He put on his armor and grabbed his weapon and stormed away from camp. If he had to stay there for one more second, he would have gone into that inn and killed everyone in there.
He stalked across an open plain, and in front of him was a snowy sabre-cat. He charged at it, setting the sabre-cat off. They both collided, and the sabre-cat's tooth punctured his left shoulder. He yelled out and followed through with the blade. It came down on his back, and the sabre-cat flew his paw in the air and missed Alduin. Alduin side-swiped him, and after another hit, the sabre was down.
Relieved, he skinned and gutted him, and sat there for a minute. He took a washrag from his pack and wiped the blood from his hands. He grabbed a minor healing potion fron his harness and drank the viscous liquid. The anger was starting to ebb, but his confusion about what just transpired was still there.
Yawning, he went back to camp, and went to sleep. Hopefully he can think of an idea of what had happened and ask her.
The sun was hot on his skin, despite the cold. The snow temporarily stopped, but he could tell it would be back soon enough. Seraphina was quiet this morning, but she made the sabre-cat meat, and didn't ask where it came from. His stomach was churning, and his head was hurting badly, yet his stomach growled every time he thought of eating. He just wanted to go back to sleep.
When she put it on his plate, it was covered in grease, so much so that he almost needed a bowl, and a cup of water. The food on her plate looked the same as it usually, did, which made him on his guard. "Why is mine different than yours?" Scrutinizing her, she seemed nonchalant when she shrugged and kept eating.
"Tell me now! Do you take me for a fool?" Seething, he put the plate down and crossed his arms.
Mouth full of food, she said, "Do you really want me to answer that honestly, or should we try to keep it civil for once today?"
Growling, he put on his gear and didn't touch the food. Scoffing, she put her empty plate by the water, and snuffed out the small fire. "Trust me, Alduin. If or when I poison you, you'd never see it coming. Yours is cooked in Troll fat since it is a hangover remedy. Troll fat has different properties and one of them in particular, is poison resistance. Your head hurts and you feel like you need to throw up, right? That is a hangover. Would have been more beneficial to have the troll fat before you drank last night, but I didn't have any then"
She started putting on her armor, and started walking to the inn. "Since you want to be an asshole, you can do the dishes. I left a rag for you. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Alduin flung off his gauntlets, and begrudgingly washed the dishes. The sooner it was done, the sooner he could find a way out of this mess.
Ten minutes later, she came back out and grabbed her items. When they were hitting the road, they went east instead of south, confusing Alduin. "What are we doing now? I thought we were going to try the Bard's College in Solitude or something."
Without faltering, she kept moving along. "We aren't out just to find your answers, you know. We need to let the word spread for someone to take your place, and I need to make a living. We are going to Windhelm, then Blackreach," she said obnoxiously.
Annoyed, he started stomping and adjusted his pack. "What is so great about Windhelm anyways?"
If he didn't know better, he swore it was more than the cold that was causing her cheeks to burn brighter. They looked like what happened last night, had he been able to see it more clearly.
"Business, which is no concern of yours," she said indignantly. After an hour, they made it to Windhelm, and the guards, who all greeted her warmly, opened the gates for them. They went into the inn there, where Seraphina relayed her information regarding a new companion, and they headed out.
Strolling through, they went to the various vendors and merchants, all begging her for her patronage, and when she bought what she needed, they went down a narrow walk-way, and took a left, where there were a lot more guards.
Seraphina and Alduin walked up to the large doors, and Seraphina motioned for the guards to open the door for her. They walked in, and Alduin's eyes immediately locked on a man on a throne in the center of the room. He was a Jarl, that much he gathered, but why did he sit up straighter when they came through the doors?
Seraphina took off her helmet, and tried to quickly fix her helmet hair. Alduin looked questioningly at her, but she ignored him and pinched her cheeks, turning them a bright crimson. They walked until they were a few feet in front of the Jarl.
"Seraphina and guest, welcome. It is good to see you again, Seraphina. How have you been?" The Jarl gave her a crooked smile, and Seraphina looked down bashfully.
"I've been well, Ulfric. How about you? I hoped I could catch you here and not in Solitude. I have to say I was quite disappointed the last time I was here and you weren't," she let her lower lip stick out a little, and then quickly giggled.
"Well, if that's the case I shall never leave here, and let Solitude crumble if it would keep your sadness at bay." She looked away, grinning madly, and all the while Alduin was beyond confused. What was going on? Was she flirting with him for more information as well?
Ulfric glanced at Alduin, but didn't even acknowledge his presence. He stood up and extended his arm, which Seraphina took. They walked along the edge of the large, rectangular room, talking in hushed whispers and loud laughs. Alduin, bored, looked at all of the food and sat down at the table at the end.
He was chewing on a piece of roast, when Ulfric and Seraphina were coming into earshot. Listening, he heard the words, "-dinner soon-," and "-taking no for an answer-"
After a few more minutes, they made it back to the front of the room, where Ulfric proceeded to kiss her hand before releasing it. She smiled, and after bowing, she turned around and signaled Alduin to get up.
They walked out of there quickly, and when they were back on the road, heading west, Alduin decided to speak up. "So, who was that Ulfric guy? If you ask me he has a bit of a freak-side," Alduin drawled.
She gave him an incredulous look and shook her head. "Ulfric? You don't know who Ulfric Stormcloak is? He was the one who led a civil war and defeated the Imperials! How could you not have heard of it? You were back by that point!"
"The Dov couldn't have cared less about your tripe. We had other things to concern ourselves with. We concerned ourselves with much more important things like dominating all of Nirn or how quickly you could freeze a human. You lot have such small and useless things that you think are so big but you are all a singular grain of sand amongst all of Nirn. You are nothing to us."
"Well maybe we should have been more than that, or you may not be in the situation you're in now," she hissed.
Alduin laughed loudly, and shook his head. "You honestly think what has happened to me is because I didn't appreciate your existences enough? I think that is the funniest thing I've heard in a while. Thanks," he laughed.
She didn't say anything else, too angry to speak, which suited Alduin just fine. At the moment, he was thinking about how he truly did get stuck in this situation, and what was going to happen.
A few days later, they were half way to Blackreach, from what Alduin could gather, and they were camped out. Seraphina grabbed a book, and read out loud. It was a book about a woodcutter's wife or something, when he felt he needed to take a piss.
Standing up and stretching, he put his hand out for her dagger, which she supplied without a fight. It was safer to have something than nothing, so he went farther away from camp. Since he didn't want to hear Seraphina complain anymore about how disgusting it was that she can hear it, he has been going out farther on his own. He couldn't hear her reading anymore, so he figured it was far enough away.
When he finished, he turned to head back, but felt an agonizing pang in his chest. Looking down, he saw an arrow sticking out of his chest, the arrow dripping his blood over the white snow. He felt his heart beating erratically, and his eyesight getting fuzzy. He looked around the area it came from, and saw someone coming closer. He took out his dagger, and started swinging wildly, not able to see exactly where he was slicing. He felt something smack his head, and all went black.
Dov- Dragonkind
Jul- Human/mankind
A.N.- OOooOOHHH… don't you love cliffies? I do! Not really, but I haven't done too many yet, so I thought I would up my game a little. 8) Hope to hear from you! 89
About the Chapter, I needed to get some things out of the way, so I could actually get to more thrilling stuff so that is why it's so long, and if you found the list confusing, let me know, so I can fix it. Thanks!