“Don’t try and play me again, Torvar! It’s bad enough that you embarrassed me like that!”
Erandur stood a few feet behind his friend, watching sheepishly as she vented at a bearded Nord. They had started for Whiterun as soon as they had finished their picnic, and as she had promised, she was complaining at one of the many Companions within the great hall of Jorrvaskr.
Nandita almost felt bad about it, honestly. She knew full well that she was taking advantage of her Nordic friend’s perpetual drunkenness, but she had appearances to keep up for Erandur’s sake, and she knew her other shield-siblings well enough to know that none of them would buy it.
“Hmm…” Torvar leaned back, his brow furrowed as he tried to remember. “Well, damn. I’m sorry, Nandita. I really don’t remember trading contracts with you, but these things have happened before. I didn’t mean to, I swear!” Nandita huffed melodramatically, trying her best to keep back her triumphant smile.
“Okay, Torvar, you have a point. I know you wouldn’t do something like that intentionally.” She clapped her hands together, smiling over at her Dunmer friend. “You’re lucky that my friend here is such a forgiving elf. This is Erandur, by the way. Erandur, this is Torvar.”
“Nice to meet ya,” the Companion replied, still a bit dazed from the conversation he had just finished. Erandur shook his hand apologetically.
“I hope she didn’t cause you any trouble,” he said. “I know you didn’t mean any harm, but we were confused when we got to the lake…”
“No, no…she didn’t cause trouble,” Torvar insisted, smiling nervously. “I really don’t remember, though.” Before he could muse on it more, Nandita took Erandur’s hand, motioning at the door.
“That reminds me,” she said suddenly, “I told a few friends I’d meet them for dinner at the inn, but there’s someone else I want you to meet before we go.” Erandur followed her obediently, waving politely at Torvar before they left.
“We are but maggots, writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the stars!”
Erandur raised an eyebrow, looking over at Nandita as she watched the impassioned priest deliver his usual sermon.
“…Why did you want me to meet this man, exactly?” he asked, looking on as well. Nandita grinned and shrugged slightly.
“I mean…I don’t know. You’re a priest, he’s a priest. You might not be as…loud as he is, but it just felt like the right thing to do.” She headed forward, waving at Heimskr as she went. “Hello, Heimskr!”
“Have you come to hear the word of Talos, my friend?” the Nord asked, smiling broadly.
“Not today. I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Erandur. He’s a priest of Mara.” Heimskr beamed, shaking Erandur’s hand with both of his.
“A fellow priest, excellent! Blessed be to Mara, and to Talos, and to all of the Divines! It is a delight to meet someone nearly as well-versed as I!”
“A delight, yes,” Erandur echoed, forcing a smile. He had never met a priest quite as boisterous, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, but he seemed friendly enough. “Perhaps we can discuss our knowledge sometime…later.” Nandita fought back laughter, and Heimskr nodded eagerly.
“As you wish, my holy friend. May Talos bless your journey!” With that, he retreated to his spot in front of the shrine, and began to shout again. “But you were once man! Aye! And as man, you said—let me show you the power of Talos Stormcrown, born of the North, where my breath is long winter!”
“I’m guessing there are a few people at the inn by now,” Nandita piped up, turning away from the Nord. “They’re really looking forward to meeting you.” Erandur couldn’t help but relax as they started towards the Bannered Mare, and he looked up as the sun set over Whiterun. His travels had been much more peaceful than he had imagined, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind.
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F!DB/Erandur: "Scenery" 4/?
Date: 2015-07-30 10:37 pm (UTC)“Don’t try and play me again, Torvar! It’s bad enough that you embarrassed me like that!”
Erandur stood a few feet behind his friend, watching sheepishly as she vented at a bearded Nord. They had started for Whiterun as soon as they had finished their picnic, and as she had promised, she was complaining at one of the many Companions within the great hall of Jorrvaskr.
Nandita almost felt bad about it, honestly. She knew full well that she was taking advantage of her Nordic friend’s perpetual drunkenness, but she had appearances to keep up for Erandur’s sake, and she knew her other shield-siblings well enough to know that none of them would buy it.
“Hmm…” Torvar leaned back, his brow furrowed as he tried to remember. “Well, damn. I’m sorry, Nandita. I really don’t remember trading contracts with you, but these things have happened before. I didn’t mean to, I swear!” Nandita huffed melodramatically, trying her best to keep back her triumphant smile.
“Okay, Torvar, you have a point. I know you wouldn’t do something like that intentionally.” She clapped her hands together, smiling over at her Dunmer friend. “You’re lucky that my friend here is such a forgiving elf. This is Erandur, by the way. Erandur, this is Torvar.”
“Nice to meet ya,” the Companion replied, still a bit dazed from the conversation he had just finished. Erandur shook his hand apologetically.
“I hope she didn’t cause you any trouble,” he said. “I know you didn’t mean any harm, but we were confused when we got to the lake…”
“No, no…she didn’t cause trouble,” Torvar insisted, smiling nervously. “I really don’t remember, though.” Before he could muse on it more, Nandita took Erandur’s hand, motioning at the door.
“That reminds me,” she said suddenly, “I told a few friends I’d meet them for dinner at the inn, but there’s someone else I want you to meet before we go.” Erandur followed her obediently, waving politely at Torvar before they left.
“We are but maggots, writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the stars!”
Erandur raised an eyebrow, looking over at Nandita as she watched the impassioned priest deliver his usual sermon.
“…Why did you want me to meet this man, exactly?” he asked, looking on as well. Nandita grinned and shrugged slightly.
“I mean…I don’t know. You’re a priest, he’s a priest. You might not be as…loud as he is, but it just felt like the right thing to do.” She headed forward, waving at Heimskr as she went. “Hello, Heimskr!”
“Have you come to hear the word of Talos, my friend?” the Nord asked, smiling broadly.
“Not today. I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Erandur. He’s a priest of Mara.” Heimskr beamed, shaking Erandur’s hand with both of his.
“A fellow priest, excellent! Blessed be to Mara, and to Talos, and to all of the Divines! It is a delight to meet someone nearly as well-versed as I!”
“A delight, yes,” Erandur echoed, forcing a smile. He had never met a priest quite as boisterous, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, but he seemed friendly enough. “Perhaps we can discuss our knowledge sometime…later.” Nandita fought back laughter, and Heimskr nodded eagerly.
“As you wish, my holy friend. May Talos bless your journey!” With that, he retreated to his spot in front of the shrine, and began to shout again. “But you were once man! Aye! And as man, you said—let me show you the power of Talos Stormcrown, born of the North, where my breath is long winter!”
“I’m guessing there are a few people at the inn by now,” Nandita piped up, turning away from the Nord. “They’re really looking forward to meeting you.” Erandur couldn’t help but relax as they started towards the Bannered Mare, and he looked up as the sun set over Whiterun. His travels had been much more peaceful than he had imagined, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind.