The Breton wears her Volsung mask, riding on a carriage to new manor by the lake in Falkreath from Solitude. She is driving the carriage herself as a Breton child sits next to her.

"So kiddo, Blaise right? That's a Breton name. Know anythin' about your parents before they went off to war?" Laessa nudges him.

"Nah… Nothing beyond that they were my parents. Proud though, good with magic!" Blaise remembers with a small smile.

"Mmm, that's good. They may not be here, but remember them well, yeah kiddo?" She reaches over to pat his head, shaking it off after with her hand feeling rather warm.

"Heh heh, thanks Ma." He looks out forward as the trees slowly pass by.

"Ya know… I'm quite the blades woman and accomplished mage if I may say. Naturally since I am the super Dragonborn mom." She shoulder bumps the child, giggling a bit.

"Oh wow! That sounds amazing!" Blaise looks to his adopted mom.

"That's right. And ya know. I could be more than willing to… Pass down some Dalont secrets to a few new little Dalonts. But surely they would be pretty bored to learn… A fireball… Or sword technique…" She teases her kid, drawing out her phrases a little bit.

"No! Ya gotta teach me ma!" Blaise clamps onto Laessa's arm.

"You got it kiddo, you and your sister Sofie will learn and work hard ya hear? Though seems like your sister wants to pick up the double blade. What do you think?" She chuckles, patting his head before tugging at her armor and letting out a hot breath, feeling way too hot in the sun.

"I wanna be like you, using a weapon in one hand and magic in the other! I've watched you come up with an axe in hand while you have an oakflesh in the other." The boy nods.

"Ah, you can tell the spell by how it floats in the hand. Very good. Hmm, yes, I think you'll be the perfect inheritor to the super duper secret knowledge of the spell weaving warrior." Laessa slips off her mask and puts it aside, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"Spell weaving warrior… I'm gonna be the Casting Barbarian!" He thumps his chest as he stands up to proclaim himself.

The carriage goes over a little bump on the road and shakes the carriage up, causing Blaise to stumble a bit as Laessa grabs the back of his shirt and pulls him down, saving him from falling off.

"Before you get to be the Casting Barbarian, you gotta learn some good balance. Heh…" She manages out a laugh before her breathing gets a bit heavy.

"Thanks ma! Wow! We're almost there, now! I can see the manor! Ma!" The child looks over too his, now, very pale adoptive mother.

"Yeah, yeah… Very good…" Her breathing turns into hard wheezing.

"Ma? You okay?" The concern in his voice is more than apparent.

"Mhm… Co-could you just… Call Rayya over… Q-quick, yeah… Good boy… Hnn…." She brings the carriage to a stop.

Once their mode of transport finally stops with a quick and short jerk, not strong at all, but just enough for the woman to fall from the driver seat, smack into the horse and then fall off onto the dirt.

"Ma!" Blaise called out as he watched his new mom collapse.

It didn't take long after for the rest of the homestead to come in and carry the woman into a bed.

This one was a bigger one and inspired by the last time I played as a Breton. I was just travelling one day in Skyrim and I got the notification and screen reddening out of the blue and I was genuinely surprised.

But hey, least Blaise has a home now.

I had legitimately forgot to rid myself of Vampirism in that playthrough so I brought the idea here. I do enjoy the vampire lifestyle and with Sacrosanct, it's just very fun.

How will the kids take their mother turning into a monster? We shall see!

~ Makmix