This is a really short chapter, I've been too busy playing games and playing keyboard. Anyway, thank you for all the advice and reviews, keep 'em coming!
The smell of beef stew filled her nostrils; she felt a pang of hunger deep in her stomach. Inhaling deeply, she almost let out a groan. The food smelt so good, her head shot up. Loy was crouched over her cooking pot, stirring the stew. He spooned some of it into a wooden bowl, and set it aside on the table.
"That smells good." She sat upright, and smiled at him.
"For you, Madame" He bowed in front of her and tried to hold his laugh in, he handed the piping hot bowl of stew over. Alese giggled, and blew gently on the stew. She waited a good ten minutes before it had cooled down enough for her to eat. It still burnt her tongue when she wolfed it down. Lying back on her bed, she breathed deeply.
"You didn't tell me you could cook" She was genuinely surprised, he was more of the warrior type, not the secret Gourmet fan type.
"My mother was the Gourmets apprentice for a while" Loy's thoughts travelled back to the days where him and his mother spent hours cooking for the residents of the Blue Palace. Now and again, she'd let him nibble on an apple dumpling or some garlic bread. He longed for his mother to be alive again; she was always so kind and gentle. Even when his father wandered home drunk after drinking a fuck load of mead at The Winking Skeever, she was nice to him even after she'd been beaten to a bloody pulp.
"Oh wow!" Loy snapped out of his day dream, and nodded awkwardly. She glared at him, waiting for him to say something funny, like he usual did. Only silence followed; a long silence. Alese got out of bed, and placed her armor on her bed. Loy knew that he would have to wait outside; he solemnly walked out of the house. The air was humid, and the smell of pine needles hung heavily in the air. Loy breathed in the fresh air; he hadn't really been out much lately, mainly because he had to take care of Alese. He could feel tears brimming in his eyes when he was thinking of his mother, being out in the open cleared his head a lot. He'd never really had many dreams or ambitions. Everything that he wanted and needed was basically handed to him on a plate, growing up in a house with too many rooms, in the capital of Skyrim had its disadvantages. His father always shouted at him if he asked to go play tag with the other children, the resident of Solitude expected Loy to be some sort of hired thug, like his father. Unlike his father, Loy didn't enjoy 'teaching people lessons'. Even if there was a lot of gold involved.
Meanwhile, Alese was attempting to look nicer than usual. Whiterun was full of new people, possible employers, maybe even people who knew her parents…No; she was getting ahead of herself. Her parents were long gone, but even so, Alese knew she was going to try and find them. She quickly combed the knots out of her hair, and plaited a few sections of hair. Unfortunately, she couldn't change her still childish looking face. Even though her body had filled out well, she was stuck with a baby face. Although; she looked good in scaled armor. Meeko whined as she tied rope around his neck, they both agreed that they couldn't sell her, or leave her behind. So they decided to take her.
Alese stepped outside, holding her knapsack, bow and Meeko's homemade leash. They both stared at each other for a moment, both not knowing what would lie ahead. Limping over to Shadow, Loy gave her a boost up. A quick flick of the reins and Shadow trotted slowly, with Loy and Meeko not far behind.