Bare feet against the cold stonework floor. Cold, and clammy to the touch. Following the sound of their beaming voices, her light footsteps stopped in front of Kodlak's door. She knocked before stepping in, only to see Farkas and Vilkas siting and talking with Kodlak. A sense of déjà vu hit her, as her eyes found Vilkas's face once more. She was in the corner of his eye, when he spoke.

"Good timing. We were about to send for you." Chuckled Kodlak, his eyes full of wisdom.

As the twins turned to face Eva, they blinked in awe. With her hair tumbling down in soft curls against her body, she glowed in the candlelight. Freckles adorned her cheeks, golden eyelashes catching in the light. Farkas blushed, before remembering her confession of love. Secretly he wished she would forget about his brother, a sense of jealousy kicking in.

"It has come to my attention that you are quickly rising through the ranks. However, you require training. After you have completed training, you may join Farkas on a mission."

With that, Kodlak left the dragonborn smiling, excited to have been blessed with the opportunity of a mission.


If she had known how difficult training really was, she wouldn't have grinned happily at the other companions.

Sweat trickled down her back and stomach, as she worked to please Vilkas, the slave driver. Knuckles bloody and crusted in scabs, tight leather armor constricting, a lock of hair on the ground and a bleeding ear.

She swung the sword, using all her strength into the practice dummy, cleanly slicing from the shoulder into the chest. Catching her breath, she glared angrily into his eyes.

"Again." He barked.

"No." She muttered. Tired of his orders, knowing damn well he spent every waking hour finding new ways to torture her. She could see it in his eyes when they flashed orange, a strange color.

"What?" He growled, closing the distance between them.

"No!" She screamed, pushing him away. Her body shaking in fear after realizing he towered over her, his arms could crush her swiftly. He grinned, amused by her reaction.

The smile was knocked off his face as her palm met his cheek. Anger surged through him, before he noticed her tearing eyes. Beads running races down her cheeks, begging him to leave. Nose crinkled and red, not a pretty sight.

Being the better man, he left, heading for the Bannered Mare.

"Unfit to be called a Nord," He muttered under his breath.