"Hey Amalee." The small Breton looks over after taking a bite of an apple, sitting on a fallen log outside of Falkreath
"Yeah?" The one in question replies, sitting next to her on the log.
"Am I a good person?" Laessa asks rather forwardly.
"Hrm… I think you're a great person!" Amalee replies.
"But am I really though? I kill people that probably have good lives, I do a bunch of stealing, and not to mention being a nuisance and menace for those who walk the paths of Skyrim." The Breton woman slumps her shoulders a bit.
"You may do those things, but I see you do just as much good." The nord replies.
"Nnh…" Laessa grunts a reply.
"You help the beggars, jump first to do dangerous things for the people of Skryim, heck, you're even trying to stop the nasty dragon from eating the world!" Amalee reaches over and pats the woman on the back.
"Well… If you put it like that…" She begins to relent.
"I do! You make weird decisions, but you're a nice lady through and through." The bright woman gives a thumbs up.
"Heh, thanks Amalee." She grins as she stands up from the log, tossing the apple core onto the dirt.
The Nord only smiles as Laessa stretches and looks around the forest of Falkreath, taking in the sight of the land and the scent of flora.
"Onward, yeah?" The smaller woman cracks her neck.
"Onwards on for this soldier of Dibella!" The peppy Nord jumps to her feet.
"You know it. Lemme find Iona before we go." The woman grins before heading into the hold capital.
After finding Iona, the three helped Lod find his dog. Amalee later would miss Barbas for many a days.
Tiny one this. Some character exploration over anything substantial. Sides, it gives a reason for the random things we do in Skyrim or deliberate things.
I've gotten more consistent with the length of these things, but I've got a backlog for each little chapter. I don't remember if each one of these get longer or shorter, but they'll be floating around the 400 to 700 word mark I'm sure... Maybe...
Ah well, have a good day readers!
~ Makmix