Just an idea I have seriously not been able to get out of my head for like ever. You might just want to brace yourselves for a long fill, apologies. ---
Ariella just wanted to go home. She cursed her young age and those she worked with being too old and fragile for any kind of fieldwork. She cursed the Mages in Bruma for being so irresponsible and not having any record, save for a first hand account, of such a precious and delicate item being moved. She cursed the blasted war that kept her stuck in Skyrim, but right now she was cursing the Companions most of all.
The Breton had only come to Whiterun to tell them of the Dragon problem, at the request of the lovely Stormcloak man and his family, Ralof had after all, helped her escape the Dragon attack. Well by helped she meant basically act as bodyguard until she found a bow, but even then her use was very limited. Not even the basic magic she knew was a big help, she was in a panic and couldn’t concentrate properly.
Her heart ached at the thought of the Helgen disaster. While she knew she should feel sorrow at the lives lost she couldn’t find it in her to feel for those she never knew, especially those who wanted to put her on the chopping block. No, what she mourned were the amounts of lost texts and journals.
She had only kept a few books on her yet it seemed her most private journal, her research study log and all her notes were gone: the scholar in her mourned.
Which is what she was. The Breton was a Scholar at the Library of Daggerfall and she had been ever since she was 15, the youngest scholar the Library had seen in a very long time, if not the first.
And this scholar was certain she had no place in the Mead Hall of the Companions. She wished she never helped out with the giant. It had been pure luck anyway. She had intended the arrow to pierce the giants heart, yet instead it stuck the beast in the eye allowing for the Companions to take it down quickly.
Her original intent was to head directly to Winterhold to the Mage’s College to do what needed to be done and then go home. Yet it appeared that wasn’t likely to happen.
The man that had been there when she helped with the Giant, Farkas, had waited for her outside Dragonsreach. Unsure how she could refuse his offer and go her own way she found herself being dragged along to the hall of the companions.
“Talos take me.” She muttered when she saw the red headed woman, Aela walking up to her.
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Sleepless - Part 1a/?
Date: 2013-04-08 03:04 pm (UTC)You might just want to brace yourselves for a long fill, apologies.
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Ariella just wanted to go home. She cursed her young age and those she worked with being too old and fragile for any kind of fieldwork. She cursed the Mages in Bruma for being so irresponsible and not having any record, save for a first hand account, of such a precious and delicate item being moved. She cursed the blasted war that kept her stuck in Skyrim, but right now she was cursing the Companions most of all.
The Breton had only come to Whiterun to tell them of the Dragon problem, at the request of the lovely Stormcloak man and his family, Ralof had after all, helped her escape the Dragon attack. Well by helped she meant basically act as bodyguard until she found a bow, but even then her use was very limited. Not even the basic magic she knew was a big help, she was in a panic and couldn’t concentrate properly.
Her heart ached at the thought of the Helgen disaster. While she knew she should feel sorrow at the lives lost she couldn’t find it in her to feel for those she never knew, especially those who wanted to put her on the chopping block. No, what she mourned were the amounts of lost texts and journals.
She had only kept a few books on her yet it seemed her most private journal, her research study log and all her notes were gone: the scholar in her mourned.
Which is what she was. The Breton was a Scholar at the Library of Daggerfall and she had been ever since she was 15, the youngest scholar the Library had seen in a very long time, if not the first.
And this scholar was certain she had no place in the Mead Hall of the Companions.
She wished she never helped out with the giant. It had been pure luck anyway. She had intended the arrow to pierce the giants heart, yet instead it stuck the beast in the eye allowing for the Companions to take it down quickly.
Her original intent was to head directly to Winterhold to the Mage’s College to do what needed to be done and then go home. Yet it appeared that wasn’t likely to happen.
The man that had been there when she helped with the Giant, Farkas, had waited for her outside Dragonsreach. Unsure how she could refuse his offer and go her own way she found herself being dragged along to the hall of the companions.
“Talos take me.” She muttered when she saw the red headed woman, Aela walking up to her.