Here we go! Another chapter!
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Runa cracked her eyes open.
"Huh?" she sat up. She was in her bed. Papa must have tucked her in here when she fell asleep last night. She pushed the thick covers off and swung her feet off the side of the bed.
"What time is it?" she wondered aloud. She hopped off and walked into the great hall, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Lydia looked up from her novel, hearing the door swing open.
"Ah, look who's awake. Someone was sleepy, huh?" she smiled.
"Hello… where's mama?"
"Try the garden outside. I think your brother is out there as well," Lydia tilted her head towards the entrance hall.
"Thanks." She walked outside. And just as Lydia said, Ysolda was in the garden serenely pruning a dragon tongue plant. Runa walked up and tapped her on the shoulder. Ysolda jumped.
"Ah!" she said, startled, "Oh, Runa. I thought you were some crazy bandit or ghost." She laughed.
"Why would I be a ghost?" Runa giggled. Ysolda waved her hand dismissively.
"Oh, who knows? Never can be too careful, huh? Anyway, your father is running some errand for Jarl Balgruuf in Whiterun. Before he left he said something about returning tomorrow to teach you your first destruction spell. However, today, I want to get you and Hroar out of the house. How does a trip to Whiterun sound? I need to talk to some friends and we're almost out some things." Runa nodded excitedly.
"Alright, get your brother and go sit in the carriage. I have to get my things, and we'll be off shortly."
~~30 minutes later~~
The proud, glistening city of Whiterun stood boldly on the plains of Whiterun hold. The city was impressive, even set against the massive peaks of the Throat of the World. Over several bridges, and they were at the stables and getting off the cart. "People here seem happier. They aren't as sunken-looking as people in Riften do." Hroar whispered to Runa.
"Yeah," she whispered back, "I see it too."
"Come on," Ysolda took their hands and walked them into the city. The city inside was even more impressive then the external view. The tiered buildings and spacious buildings reflected the theme of the planes. People buzzed about, chopping wood, bartering, laughing, fetching water, and strolling around. A cool wind blew.
That was another thing. The city always seemed to have a breeze wafting through. And with the air it carried the scents of smoke, fresh bread, roasting meat, flowers and pine.
They arrived at the busy market.
"You two can go and play, but don't run too far, okay?" Ysolda said. They nodded and began to wander off.
"This way." Hroar tugged her sleeve up the stairs towards the Gildergreen.
"Look at that!" Runa pointed at the massive tree, "It looks like it must be hundreds of-"
"I don't care about your stupid vegetables, Mila!" came an agitated cry from the steps up to Jorrvaskr. They looked to the left and saw Braith, Mila, and Lars all in a group. They ran up, wondering what the commotion was.
"Hey!" Hroar shouted.
"Hm?" Braith turned around and noticed the pair standing there, "Oh… hey there, what's your name?" she said, straightening her hair and winking at Hroar.
"You shouldn't be rude to her." Hroar chided. Braith grimaced.
"Oh yeah? Whatever. You don't tell me what to do." Braith shoved Hroar. Runa ran over to Mila and held her hand, trying to comfort the distraught girl.
"Hey!" Hroar shoved her back. Which was met by another shove from Braith. And then an even harder shove. And another.
"Stop it!" Braith screeched and tackled Hroar to the stone ground. Soon the two were rolling around on the ground, scratching and biting.
"Stop!" Runa attempted to separate the quarreling children. However, this was unsuccessful as she got pulled into the fight too.
"HEY! KIDS!" a voice boomed from the doors of Jorrvaskr. They all stopped fighting and looked up in one big dog pile.
"Oh, hey…" Hroar blushed. Runa groaned.
Oooooh, who was it? Tune in next time!
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