“Yes?” It was still just a man, but his voice was an echo of his physical appearance. “I wish to speak to your mistress”, Ondolemar said, deciding that this must be the house carl. “State your business.” The house carl crossed his arms over his wide chest and gave Ondolemar a taunting look. “My business is none of yours and right now you are in my way”, Ondolemar answered calmly. “Please move, and for your sake, don’t make me ask again.” “Argis, dear, he’s here on adequate basis.” Her voice. So. It really was her. Hryssa Red-Spear. Thane of Markarth. Talos worshiper. He really had thought more of her. His heart sank, as some of his former respect for the woman disappeared. She was just a brute, like all the rest. Well, of course. A lycanthrope would be even more of a beast than an ordinary man. “Have the night off and we’ll talk in the morning, alright?” he heard her say, rushed for some reason, as if she was doing something in a hurry. “You sure?” Argis yelled back inside without letting Ondolemar out of sight, “He seems like an ass to me.” “Argis, dear.” A scolding tone in her voice. “Don’t talk about my friends like that.” She was closer now, and he could hear bare feet tapping against stone floor. Then she appeared, just behind the huge house carl. Her blond hair a wet mess and a simple white linen dress just hastily put on, buttons on the shoulders unbuttoned, the fabric sticking against her still wet body in the most provocative ways, revealing those curves that he never could stop think about. She’d been taking a bath, and again Ondolemar’s webs of thoughts were a mess of entangled threads. “Here, take this and make a night of it, alright?” She sneaked up by the house carl’s side, and even though she was tall and wide shouldered for a woman, this man was physically bigger. What he gained in body weight, she gained in authority though, her persona made the air tremble. Ondolemar noticed other little things too. Hryssa had placed a big purse full of coin in the man’s hand; a smaller fortune, really; spoils given to her employee for a night on the town. She was wealthy. Why then was she either dressed in primitive armour or dresses fit for a farmer? “Argis, please. You’ve known me long enough to know I wouldn’t put myself in unnecessary danger”, she pleaded when her guard still didn’t back away from the doorway. Her comment only made Argis look at her instead of Ondolemar for a moment, making a face of amusement. “Excuse me for being disrespectful, my Thane, but you attack dragons.” Hryssa giggled, a warm, raspy sound from the bottom of her throat and looked down to the floor. “You’ve got me there, Argis, but you know, dragons are hardly regarded as my friends, are they?” By that she gave Ondolemar a smug grin and one of those looks under heavy eyelids, the silver in her eyes just a glimmer of recognition.
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Re: What happens in Markarth stays in Markarth 12
Date: 2015-08-08 11:54 am (UTC)“I wish to speak to your mistress”, Ondolemar said, deciding that this must be the house carl.
“State your business.” The house carl crossed his arms over his wide chest and gave Ondolemar a taunting look.
“My business is none of yours and right now you are in my way”, Ondolemar answered calmly. “Please move, and for your sake, don’t make me ask again.”
“Argis, dear, he’s here on adequate basis.” Her voice. So. It really was her. Hryssa Red-Spear. Thane of Markarth. Talos worshiper. He really had thought more of her. His heart sank, as some of his former respect for the woman disappeared. She was just a brute, like all the rest. Well, of course. A lycanthrope would be even more of a beast than an ordinary man.
“Have the night off and we’ll talk in the morning, alright?” he heard her say, rushed for some reason, as if she was doing something in a hurry.
“You sure?” Argis yelled back inside without letting Ondolemar out of sight, “He seems like an ass to me.”
“Argis, dear.” A scolding tone in her voice. “Don’t talk about my friends like that.” She was closer now, and he could hear bare feet tapping against stone floor. Then she appeared, just behind the huge house carl. Her blond hair a wet mess and a simple white linen dress just hastily put on, buttons on the shoulders unbuttoned, the fabric sticking against her still wet body in the most provocative ways, revealing those curves that he never could stop think about. She’d been taking a bath, and again Ondolemar’s webs of thoughts were a mess of entangled threads.
“Here, take this and make a night of it, alright?” She sneaked up by the house carl’s side, and even though she was tall and wide shouldered for a woman, this man was physically bigger. What he gained in body weight, she gained in authority though, her persona made the air tremble.
Ondolemar noticed other little things too. Hryssa had placed a big purse full of coin in the man’s hand; a smaller fortune, really; spoils given to her employee for a night on the town. She was wealthy. Why then was she either dressed in primitive armour or dresses fit for a farmer?
“Argis, please. You’ve known me long enough to know I wouldn’t put myself in unnecessary danger”, she pleaded when her guard still didn’t back away from the doorway. Her comment only made Argis look at her instead of Ondolemar for a moment, making a face of amusement. “Excuse me for being disrespectful, my Thane, but you attack dragons.”
Hryssa giggled, a warm, raspy sound from the bottom of her throat and looked down to the floor. “You’ve got me there, Argis, but you know, dragons are hardly regarded as my friends, are they?”
By that she gave Ondolemar a smug grin and one of those looks under heavy eyelids, the silver in her eyes just a glimmer of recognition.