A/n: HA! On time. Short, but on time.
Tallahassee
Emilie threw herself across the room and onto Kennard's chair. "I hate her!"
"I know, right? She's such a bitch," he agreed as he pinned together some cloth on a mannequin.
"She could at least attempt to be sensible!"
"Forest for the trees," he quoted before turning to face her. "Who're we talking about?"
"Belle!" The woman threw her hands in the air before covering her face. "She's such a... Argh! I just want her to die!"
"Maybe you should talk to Stacia. She could give a hint to the writers. Make Belle a little more open to the darkness," he said dividing his attention between her and the clothes in front of him.
Emilie sighed and sat up. "Maybe. I do need this job."
"And you are so good at it, too. The purple thread?" He pointed to the spools behind her.
She grabbed the spool and handed it to him. "She's just sooo annoying. I have to work so hard not to slap myself."
"That would hurt. You don't watch the playbacks, do you?"
"No, that would be worse."
"Have a talk with Stacia. She'll see what the writers can come up with. Its only the beginning of the second season. It may get better."
Blaise looked to Erimentha, who was making dinner. "Mama, how did you become Thane of Riften?"
Erimentha looked up from the pot and spit. "I helped her people and did a favor for the Jarl."
"What was the favor?"
"I wiped out a skooma den."
"You didn't put a control on the Thieves Guild?" Blaise looked confused.
"No, but I did join them. Nice enough bunch. Good pay."
"You're a thief?"
"I am the current Guild Master of the Thieves Guild," she said, worried about his reaction.
He nodded in quiet thought as he stared into the flames. "Why did you join them?"
"I needed the money," she sighed. "And I didn't want to become an assassin like your uncle."
"Uncle is an assassin?" He looked sharply up at her.
Erimentha made a regretful face. "Wyman is the leader of the Dark Brotherhood here in Skyrim."
Blaise only nodded again. After a few minutes, ha spoke again. "Can you teach me?"
"To be an assassin?"
"To be a thief," he corrected.
She paused in her cooking for a moment. "Why do you want to be a thief?"
He shrugged. "Just in case."
She regarded him for a moment before a sly grin crossed her face. "Up to no good, are we? I'll teach you, but only a little."
"I can do it," he half pleaded.
"Okay. We'll start with lock picking. Go get some of my extra picks from upstairs and I'll lock your trunk."
