Sweeping of feet

Chapter 6~

The girl followed cautiously, in a state of slight shock and paranoia at the realization of how the rain didn't touch either of them.

'Is, this- now, old exotically dressed gentleman- a god? How is this possible, why is a god bothering me of all people, I mean, mortals…'

"Have you ever dreamed of skies that- almost glowed- in the night? A land so colorful, most famous artists couldn't dream to capture?" Sheogorath asked turning to the slinking girl.

"Day dreamed? Oh yeah, those are the best, you can control those. I've never been able to control my dreams though, else I'd be able to tell you if I remembered. I love the idea, the sky becomes so boring after years spent looking up, cricks your neck I tell you." She chucked to herself, but felt nervous at the Mad God's happy, lighter than air, as if he could be walking on clouds right now- smile.
"You! My dear girl. Have yet to disappoint me! You're doing marvelously well, extremely well indeed." He clapped and bounced on his toes in glee. He seemed like a child to Vireyne, yet, he was nothing like one.
"You have almost set a record! Depends on what time you'd like to use though- that," He leaned closer to her face, his voice dropping into a growl, "is very, tricky."

This act confused and yet amused Vireyne, she almost admired his expressive behavior, no matter how bizarre it-"Bizarre? Is that the word you'd honestly think of, in reference to ME?" He called out, making her panic in shock.

"Hey, what!? You were in my head!?"

"Where else was I supposed to meander in, yer stomach? Actually, let's not answer that.." He began to think. Whether it was a discomforting concept or promising, Vireyne wasn't sure if she wanted to know, now feeling oddly violated.

"Well if I'm so bizarre to you, it may as well be raining- gasp! It should rain calipers! Imagine the bruises on people!" He exclaimed and to Vireyne's horror there was a metallic thud on the ground. Looking behind him she found the house hold tool on the ground, soon the item showering from a vibrant, eye aching purple and blue clouded "You… you did this?"
"But who else! Reality is only what you make of it, the concept varies from person to person, I will tell you, it's only real if you notice it. You can change it to your will even! Well, if you're like me, which you both are and aren't."

"So… if you can't see, feel, smell or hear, then reality, is actually nothing? Even when the world is around?"
"This world isn't, reality, it's a kind of existence, that is their existence of nothingness, but it is the reality which the live in. If you take notice, it exists."
"So, really in theory, Gods are actually real it's just the individual's ignorance that balances perspective, influencing judgement and believe."
Sheogorath jumped in the air, pointing at her excitedly, "You got it! You're on to it! Not many mortals get that! It's like talking to walls and they think I'm just making it up, but you got it! That, is life! What separates beings like me, from expendable mortals like you! Wonderful!" He exclaimed and lunged to pick her up.
Vireyene smile weakly, bracing herself for a manic round of body shaking again, but the Mad God stopped suddenly, only inches away from her face.
"You know, with mortals, I keep a professional boundary, filthy things they are…" His voice no longer chirped, the rain of tools came to a stop as well.
"You puzzle me though. Make my head ache, that one puzzle where someone's gone and lost a piece here or there or used pieces from another game. Confusing puzzlement, in fact- delightfully confuzzling." He stood up, prodding his cane into the earth with sudden stern expression.
"The Isles! You need a vacation. My home, my home away from places that aren't, though, I'm fond of this place, but still."

"With that, he took her away without question" the Breton pondered for a moment going to sit at the table in the back of his cell.
"Oh, is that it?" The Dunmer inquired, unsure if he was hopeful that was all, or if it left him empty not knowing what else happened.
"I don't think it's safe for any realm having the two nuts running around anyway, she was a sociopathic murderer..." The imperial muttered.
"I can't say all what transpired in Asylum, but I only know what she wrote about." The Breton pondered, somehow producing tattered folds of parchment out of his sack clothes.

"How did you-!?" The guard exclaimed, suddenly stopping as he caught the Breton's gaze, a knowing stare that only chilled him to his core.
"Oh, I'll paper cut you to death would I?" He chuckled and cleared his voice. He had nothing better to do, a statement the Dark Elf would agree on in terms of listening.

"How ever the name, Madhouse, Asylum befell mortals knowing in reference to the Shivering Isles, is nothing short of the best description…"

Author's note: Sorry I haven't updated much, I've been dealing with moving, so apologize if my posting is even more inconsistent. Furthermore, I have a vague idea of where this will go and it's ending very shortly- I'm lacking inspiration and I guess it's doing better than i thought-
Further update~

Pardon the incredible mess this site turned this chapter into previously! It was crazy hahaha.
So what I would like to follow up with is I will update more regularly, originally I wanted to can it and just star a sequel from here but I've decided not to! As I said, this is going better than I had thought, so why not. Sorry for all the long windedness, and thank you!