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Good thing no one at Jorrvaskr felt the need to hire Vaedi for any jobs, or else she'd rip her hair out having to keep Uthgerd waiting at the Bannered Mare for longer than she needed to. She told Farkas of her success, claimed the money, and rushed out of there like her bladder was about to explode. Kind of, not really.
Vaedi hurried over to the Plains District to see Uthgerd leaning her back against a wooden pillar keeping up the awning of the General Goods Store. When around five feet away from the taller, older woman, she said "Oh no, did I keep you waiting for too long?"
Uthgerd chuckled. "It's no problem. Don't worry," she said. Of course, she wouldn't ever, but she put a smile on her face.
"So, where are we headed first?" Uthgerd asked, enthused by the sound of adventure.
"Actually, I, ah," said Vaedi while pulling out a journal full of things she needed to do. "I need to get to this place called High Hrothgar, to sort a matter out. You know where it is?"
"You're gonna speak to the Greybeards? Wow," she looked to the skies above her. "Yeah, I know where. It'll be a day or two's worth of travel, you up for it?"
Vaedi scoffed lightly. "Please, that was the past two years of my life."
Uthgerd chortled as she got up from the pillar. "Let's get goin', then."
"Let's."
They had walked to the outskirts of Helgen, with both of them not being too entirely fond of horses, before deciding to camp. It was fairly dark out, maybe around nine in the evening. Vaedi explained her reasons of being in Skyrim, being almost executed by the Imperials, and of her being accepted into the Companions as a whelp, which made Uthgerd bite her lip.
Once camp was set up, which was nothing more than a couple of bedrolls and a small fire, Vaedi wanted to ask of Uthgerd's attitude every time Vaedi spoke of the Companions.
"So..." Vaedi started awkwardly. She sat on her bedroll, her knees brought up to her chest by her arms. "Do you have some sort of grudge... or something?"
The mood was suddenly darkened as Uthgerd sighed and rubbed her eyes with her currently bare hand. "It's not a very happy tale, if you don't mind. A few years back, I tried to get into the Companions. You know how they test you out by sending one of their regulars to test your strength?" she said, with Vaedi giving a nod as she remembered her not-so fantastic brawl. "I don't know what they were thinking! They gave me a boy barely out of his teens, and barely able to pick up a blade. Okay, maybe I was a bit harsh but... I didn't mean to kill the lad!"
As tragic as it sounded, Vaedi wasn't very surprised. She'd almost been in a similar experience, so she felt sympathetic for the woman as tears began welling in her brown eyes. "They refused to let me in ever since, no matter how many times I apologized."
A long pause occurred before Vaedi's eyes left the small fire and went to Uthgerd. "You wouldn't like them, anyway. Well, at least not most of them."
"Good to know."
"In all honesty, I think you're better off. I mean, what sounds better, being a mercenary or getting the privilege to get to see High Hrothgar with your very eyes?"
Uthgerd wiped her tear ducts with her finger and laughed. "Well, when you look at it that way..."
"Don't be so down, really!" she said when lying herself down on her bedroll. "And we should start heading to Ivarstead at least at dawn."
"Aye, good night," she said.
"G'night."
They left a little later than dawn, and the early wake up made Vaedi yawn every other few minutes. At her age, she should be getting what? Eight hours? If she ever overslept, she couldn't wake up until the sun was going back down. Some sort of weird circadian oddities, she had.
Many conversations were made between the two, again, this time a bit more casual. Things like how Vaedi was able to carry around a warhammer, out of all things, on a body that seemed so weak. Things like where in Oblivion did Uthgerd get her armor, seriously! The detail, Vaedi would say, is to die for.
The most trouble they had on their way to Ivarstead was a few wolves, which was of course, easy for the two female warriors to slay. Not many people were outside in the morning air, thankfully. She wasn't one for smalltalk. They passed by a couple of men talking about the seven-thousand steps up to the High Hrothgar, and she figured it was the trail past the bridge the men were talking on. They carried on, and Vaedi unsheathed her warhammer and Uthgerd her greatsword, at the sound of possibility of enemies on the trail.
The trail was colder than Vaedi thought it would be, though considering the fact that the monastery is on the top of the mountain, she should've expected it, really. Even with her Nord blood she shivered against the cold. A wolf or two came in their path, but they were easily outfought by their two-handed weapons.
Around halfway up, Vaedi's temptation of 'scenery appreciation' overcame her. She found a rather large rock covered in snow near the edge of the mountain trail. She wiped off as much as she dared and, with many slips and bunches of struggle, she climbed the approximately five-foot rock and sat on top of it.
"Vaedi, what in Talos' name are you doing?" Uthgerd said to her, still on the terrain.
She leaned her elbows on her knees and simply gazed at Skyrim's view. "The last time I was in Skyrim, I was far too young to appreciate any of it," she said to the air, then turned to Uthgerd. "Might as well get started now, no?"
"High Rock must be really dull, huh?"
"At least where I lived," she laughed. She stayed this way for a few more minutes before climbing back down. "Sorry, I'm wasting time," she started jogging up the mountain steps, as if nothing happened.
"Please, don't tell anyone what happened today," Vaedi pleaded.
"Aye, no one will know," Uthgerd promised.
They strode down the streets of Ivarstead again, the inn looking better and better the more they stared at it. Apparently, Vaedi had to retrieve what was called the horn of Jurgen Windcaller, in a dungeon miles and miles away. She didn't plan on getting it for a while.
They entered the inn, both ordering their own room to sleep in. In Vaedi's room, she sat on her bed and took a bottle of ale, gulping half of it down.
Vaedi the Dragonborn? No. No, it didn't flow. Wasn't it supposed to be some full-blooded Nord with the pride of Ysgramor or something? She didn't even worship the Gods! It didn't matter how she perceived it now. The Greybeards proved to her that she was the prophet chosen by the Nine. Really, she couldn't catch a break. After a bit of relaxation, they'd return to Whiterun. Back to the place where she supposedly belonged - Jorrvaskr.
Hopefully no one would try to kill her when she got back.
