Dalyas struggled against the men, yelling curses at them while they left the city. There were a few moments when she pulled them along, and muttered about how slow they were under her breath. The four of them came up to three horses.
"We expect you to ride with us..." Faferth trailed off, seeing Dalyas stare at him, coldly. He saw how much she wanted him to die. Faferth cleared his throat. "You'll have to ride with one of the others."
"I am not getting any closer to these... these boot-lickers." She spat with disgust. "Neither would I get close to you. I'm getting my own horse, and one of the men will have to walk or ride with you." Dalyas squinted at Faferth. They both stared at eachother silently.
"I can't believe it was that easy..." Dalyas mumbled, on the back of a horse. She yawned, stretching. "Too easy." She smirked, assuming a relaxed position. Faferth eyes her, grumbling under his breath. Dalyas glanced at him, her smirk spreading.
"Sir! Come, quick!" One of the riders from far up ahead rode back on his horse. He stopped right in front of Faferth, eyes wide and face pale. "Group of six Thalmor soldiers. All dead, electrified to death."
Faferth's brow furrowed. "All six? Dead, from electricity?" The rider nodded. "I'll see this for myself." He turned to the rider behind him. "Keep Dalyas here. Don't let anything happen to her." He ordered, before riding off with the other rider.
Faferth and the rider came to a stop at six burned, crackling bodies. "...It's recent." Faferth narrowed his eyes, dismounting, and kneeling down to the bodies. He put a gloved hand to one, then pulled back sharply. "We are not alone. Rider, you-" He got up, and turned around, and... nobody was there.
Where the rider once stood, there was nothing. Not even his horse. Faferth backed up, then heard the pounding of hooves ahead of him. "What the..." He quickly shut his mouth as Dalyas galloped past on her horse. She was laughing triumphantly, arrogantly. More hooves were heard, as a Khajiit mage rode past as well. Faferth reached to his bow, but it was too late. They were gone.
Dalyas' laughing turned maniacal after a while. She wiped tears from her eyes, and giggled slightly. "Oh, that was priceless! Did you see their faces? Did you see how they thought they had me!?" Laughter erupted from Dalyas once more.
The Khajiit giggled softly. "Of course I did, Dalyas! I'll never have enough of those little, beautiful moments..." She sighed wistfully. "So, where should we go? Whiterun?"
"Yes! After we stop for a moment, of course. Kihran, did you get enough food and mead?" Dalyas twisted around to look at Kihran.
In response, Kihran held up a bottle of mead and water in the same hand, then cheese in the other. Dalyas barked with laughter, then hopped off of her horse.
"This looks like a good place!" She announced.
Kihran slowly and carefully dropped off of her horse. She smiled. "Yes, it is." She sat down, patting the ground for Dalyas to sit next to her. Dalyas nodded silently, and sat next to Kihran. She took the mead from Kihran's hand, uncorked it, and began to drink. Kihran did the same, but with the water.
After lowering her drink, Dalyas made a satisfied sigh. "Can't believe you can kill 'em so fast. With magic, even! And with how young you are!"
Kihran smiled, and lowered her water. "It's easy, you know. Just blast 'em and run like hell." Her smile grew into a grin. "With teachings from the master."
Dalyas snorted, waving her hand. "Oh, it's nothing much." She put on a posh accent. "Surely, learning from an active magic user and Daedra worshipper isn't too extravagant!" The two girls erupted into giggles.
Once the giggling died down, Kihran took a sip of her water again. "Remember," she started, "I'm only in this to find my mother." Her eyes softened for a moment.
Dalyas raised a brow. "You think you're gonna find her through crime? Listen, y'never find anything from crime, unless it's the steel bars of AGONY." Dalyas motioned dramatically, splashing mead everywhere. "Oops." She mumbled.
Kihran sighed. "I get it, I get it... doesn't hurt to try, though. Last time I saw her, my mother said she was going to the Legion. That was, of course, before she dropped me off to that dumb orphanage." She shrugged, drinking some water, then continuing. "If she's really a soldier, she'll probably be roaming around on a patrol. If she isn't, well... well, to Oblivion with her!" Kihran also motioned dramatically, splashing water, instead of mead, everywhere- even onto her clothing. She stared at the stains in silence. "...At least it washes out."
Dalyas giggled like a little girl, then took a swig of her mead. She lowered the mead, burping. "After this, I'm havin' some cheese... You hungry?" She tilted her head at Kihran.
"Oh, uh... no. I don't need any right now. You can have it." Kihran smiled softly.
"Oh. Well! More for me~!" Dalyas chimed, lowering her bottle and eating some of the cheese. Kihran watched, feeling a bit of hunger well inside of her. She gulped quietly.
It's fine, she thought, I'm not that hungry anyway. Hopefully I won't get too hungry...
Dalyas finished the cheese, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. "Kihran," she began, standing up and stretching, "it's time to start goin' to Winterhold."
Kihran blinked. "You mean Whiterun?"
"Yeah, that one." Dalyas waved her hand, then climbed onto her horse. Kihran sighed, getting up and climbing onto her own. They left the water and mead bottles there... oh well.
Dalyas reared her horse. "Hi-yah!" She cried, and galloped down the trail. Kihran followed close behind, leaning down close to the horse. All she had to worry about now was her thoughts...
She can be a handful... and I'm the younger one!