Chapter 20. Flying Pilgrims
A/n: Yeah, Gevaden, about the meeting, maybe our stories shouldn't correspond, if you know what I mean…;)
"Nord? Nord?"
"She has a name."
"Friend Girl?"
"Vvardenfell, wake up!"
Vvardenfell awoke in a dimly lit room, staring into the smiling face of Skooma who was on top of her laughing. Sitting up and feeling a sharp pain in her forehead, she plopped back down on the freshly puffed pillow. Looking up she saw Larka, Skooma and a strange Breton male that she had never seen before.
"Who are you?" She asked him, rubbing her head.
"I'm Ryan." He said, walking to a kettle, ringing out a warm rag that had been lying in a cauldron, and setting on Vvardenfell's head, covering the gash. Vvardenfell winced in pain, and layback solemnly on the pillow that seemed all too welcoming to her.
"Vvardenfell, come here." Said Larka, moving her fingers in a strange way, with an 'I'm bored, let's go' look on her face.
Vvardenfell got up and walked slowly towards Larka, who cast healing magic over her wound, and Vvardenfell winced as her wound pushed together and resealed.
Vvardenfell picked up Skooma and began to walk out of the door, with Larka close behind. Neither noticed Ryan following them till they reached a small, fort like town. Larka looked at the sign and came back to Vvardenfell.
"We've reached Pelegiad." She said, eyeing the small houses.
"Look!" said Ryan from behind them. They both turned and saw him for the first time, but curiosity got the better of them and they followed Ryan's finger into the sky.
"Is that?" asked Vvardenfell. They all saw it, a man with purple rings of magic over his feet, flying high above the town's fort. They saw a few more, and came to the conclusion that it must be a common sight.
"Vivec." Said Ryan thoughtfully.
"Excuse me?" Asked Vvardenfell.
"Pilgrims." Said Ryan, not being any more clarifying.
The three walked silently into town, now truly a sight to be seen. There was Vvardenfell, the ragged, bloody one, with Skooma constantly in her arms. Larka was a dark and shady character, which kept glaring at many people with a menacing assassin's glare. There was finally the handsome, emotionless face of Ryan, who seemed only to be following the companions.
Vvardenfell stopped outside the halfway tavern, and turned to face Larka and Ryan.
"I'll be back. I must alert these people of Nels' death." She said, opening the door with a creak and leaving the other two to wait in the cool summer breeze, watching netch fly by in the distance.
Vvardenfell walked into the tavern, took a deep breath, and trotted over to the owner.
"Hello." Said the owner in a welcoming voice.
Vvardenfell sat and looked around at the variety of people in the open bar. The only one that seemed truly out of place was a female Bosmer who was looking dejectedly into a drink.
"Fine people of halfway." She said, "I am grieved to announce that Nels has passed into oblivion."
The Bosmer looked up from her cup with a horrified look and ran up to Vvardenfell.
"What!" The Bosmer shouted in a beyond nasally voice.
"He was my boyfriend, and I was there to witness his final breaths." Said Vvardenfell, tears growing in her eyes.
"No, he was MY boyfriend!" The Bosmer said, shock and anger adding to the mixed emotions on her face.
Vvardenfell stormed out of the tavern and blew by Larka and Ryan, who were leaning against the fence waiting.
Larka tried to talk to Vvardenfell, but Vvardenfell stormed out to the lake, set Skooma on the ground, and pulled the ring off of her finger, tossing it as far as she possibly could, satisfied with the distant splash.
"Why you throw Skooma man ring?" asked Skooma, who watched in horror as Vvardenfell screamed and unleashed her rage on the fresh sands.
Vvardenfell stopped and looked at Skooma, and at Larka and Ryan who was running up with quite confused looks on their faces. Vvardenfell looked at the crisp, clear water, and dove in.
Feeling the blood, sweat, tears and dirt wash off of her weary body; she resurfaced again and ran her fingers expertly through her hair. Skooma had jumped in and was now executing the perfect doggy paddle.
Vvardenfell grabbed Skooma and lay out on the each, letting her wet clothes dry while still on her body, while Ryan helped Larka set up camp.
A/n: Twenty chapters, one review. Come on, where's the reviews? HELP ME OUT! Please.