Author's note: I wish there was an actual option to do this in the game, especially when I first started out. Honestly, I would've just been happy to have the ability to kick his ass without any consequences. Anyway, I do apologize for the lack of updates. Things have been a bit crazy at my house and, if you can't tell, Skyrim has been giving me some frustration. Let's just say...things are happening in Gabrielle's particular neck of the woods.
As always, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy.
Prompt: Ground rules
After almost having her face mauled off by a pack of wolves for the twentieth time that day and fighting the little furballs off by herself, Gabrielle decided that they needed to talk. Preferably before another pack of wolves came by and she was forced to throw Faendal at them. Again.
She made sure to heal him afterwards!
But really, if he was going to be this useless throughout their adventures, then it probably would be better to split up now. At least then the elf wouldn't have to worry about being attacked by anything too horrible. Perhaps before she resorted to that, she would give him one last chance…
Gabrielle stopped in her tracks, looking out through the trees and down the path towards Whiterun. Riverwood was far behind the would-be adventurers and already she could feel the call of battle humming in her veins. She took a deep breath before turning on her heel to face Faendal. He immediately knocked into her and almost pushed her over. After pin-wheeling her arms like a lunatic and regaining her balance, Gabrielle had to take a moment to count to ten before addressing her frustrating follower.
"Faendal," she said, "I know we've only recently started working together, so a few mistakes are expected, correct?"
He looked at her strangely, as if she was talking in riddles, but he eventually nodded his head in agreement.
"Very good, yes. It is important for new partners to be clear with each other. And that's why I'm telling you this in the simplest way possible, so that there are no more issues."
Gabrielle grabbed hold of Faendal's shirt, brought him close, and growled,
"The next time you see an enemy come at me and all you do is stand there, I will personally ensure that your elf ass will be well acquainted with your 50-something arrows. Do we understand each other?"
The Bosmer's eyes went wide and he tried to respond, but all that came out was a tiny squeak. He settled for nodding his head furiously. Gabrielle smiled sweetly and let him go. He fell backwards and watched her start back on the path, whistling the tune of Ragnar the Red.
For the rest of their adventures afterwards, Faendal never failed to run into the thick of battle ever again.