Chapter 4 Lost and Cold
It was about while now since Faun and Cicero traveled from one road to another, at First they had no problem with getting stuck between a four way path and things started to get tense when night started to creep around the corner. "Damn it! At this rate, I might have to go back to DownStar and get a room for us… considering Cicero did not dress room for the travel" The high elf thought to himself as he glanced over and saw the little jester shivering from the cold winds, Faun sighed in disapproval to allow his friend to become ill.
Faun took off his robed jacket and without warning; he stopped Cicero for a moment to wrap his jacket around the other. He saw his robe jacket seemed a bit long on the jester, the end of jacket was touching the snowy ground but Faun did not care much for it as long as it meant keeping his friend from freezing, "Cicero is grateful for his friend's concern… but won't Faun catch a cold or fever if he is not kept warm?" Cicero looked up at his friend, waiting for him to answer when he just turned patted the jester's head with a smile.
"Do not worry, my Friend. I have a warm shirt on so I won't freeze that easy… anyways hop on my back and we will head back to the tavern in DownStar. The winds are picking up and I doubt you will last long in those boots" Faun turned his back towards the jester and got on one knee, waiting for Cicero as he seemed to be used to carrying the little man on his back and gotten used to hearing him talk to himself at most times.
Once Cicero was on Faun's back, the high elf began to head back to DownStar but the cold wind did not show them mercy and began to pick up more. It was starting to become harder for the high elf and the jester to see the path ahead of them, Cicero hid his face against the elf's shoulder to keep warm. "This maybe be a bad time to continue on, don't you think? Faun may be strong but this weather… Cicero is worry now." The jester had to convince his friend to find shelter or they won't make it to DownStar, after an hour of hearing Cicero whine about the cold.
Faun could not take it anymore, "Fine! I'll look for a Cave, please stop you're whining." The high elf said with a calm voice yet he was grinding his teeth in annoyance, Cicero on the other hand was not pleased when he took a good look around and saw that the blizzard covered almost everything.
"Cicero does not like your tone and if I may say…" Cicero spoke with a sinister voice as he slowly leaned close to Faun's ear, making one arm wrap around the elf's neck as he whispered. "We're lost…am I correct?" with that, Faun just got a sudden chill down his back and before he could toss the jester off his back.
Cicero held on tight with one arm and with his free hand, he grabs onto Faun's left ear tightly and pulls on it. "Cicero told you to turn right! Not left!" the jester had a good hold on the elf when the two started to fight, "What in Oblivion! Ouch! Let go of my ear!" Faun struggled with the jester's hold as he tossed and spun around a few times to get Cicero off, having his ear pulled was not a delightful feeling so he decided to do something that might hurt bother of them.
Faun let go of Cicero's arm and held onto his legs tightly so he could not move when he quickly jumped backwards into the snowy road, body slamming the jester and knocking the wind out of both of them. Cicero let go of the elf, coughing and gasping for air a long with faun as he rolled off the jester. Faun had forgotten that his friend was shorter than he is, it did not take long under the jester got up and jumped on the elf.
The high elf did not have time to dodge the punches when he found himself pinned down, he had to act fast of this little man might injure him good. "GET OFF!" Faun yelled when he forced himself up and flipping to Pin Cicero down, the jester struggled to break free when Faun stuffed a sweet roll in Cicero's mouth. After he waited a few moments for the jester to calm down, the elf got off and helped him to stand as he checked the little man's eye to see if the sugar got into his system which it did.
"I forgot you needed sugar every once and a while…" Faun did not enjoy having to deal with Cicero's sugar fits and he was close to having a dagger to the throat. Cicero felt bad for attacking his own friend but Faun understood and forgiven him, "Cicero is sorry for attacking Faun… I didn't mean to hurt him." The jester said with a pouting face, trying to make the elf forgive him.
Not far from where they were heading, the two travelers came across a khajiit camp where they camped until the blizzard passed. When they ended up sharing a tent, faun remained sitting outside the door with his jacket on again while Cicero slept.
The elf could not help it but feel a little light headed and hot, he tried his best to remain on guard when a female khajiit walked over with two bowls with hot soup. The second Faun blinked everything went dark, "Oh no…" were the last words he mumbled before he fell to his left side.