She uncorked the bottle and sniffed the contents. It smelt foul but she had a feeling it would be for her own good to drink it. If Aela wanted to poison her or paralyse her to leave her immobile she was sure Aela would have made sure the potion was at least appealing to smell.
It tasted as foul as it smelt but after drinking the entire thing and after trying to keep it down she felt herself beginning to feel better. Her muscles weren’t as sore and she didn’t groan at the thought of moving.
There was still a degree of tenderness but it was very minor and by the time Farkas collected her for dinner she didn’t hate everything as she did before.
Ariella wanted to sit at the end of the table out of the centre of the group however Kodlak wished for her to sit by him. Apparently it was tradition for a new member to sit by the Harbinger at the first meal they were in attendance for. It meant she was stuck between the Harbinger and another man who she recalled being called Skjor. He seemed nice enough, he was tough on the outside yet his actions were all dealt with a degree of kindness.
Ariella could also tell he had a particular fondness of Aela, which was probably why the kindness extended to Ariella seeming as Aela had vested interest in her.
“So Ariella,” Kodlak began once plates were mounted with food. The Breton didn’t think she had seen so much in her life. “How has your first day with the companions been?”
“It’s been uh-”
“It’s been great. She’ll deny it but she’s a natural.” Aela said.
“Yeah,” Farkas interjected, “Well when she’s not hitting herself with the sword she actually shows some real skill and potential. I think a few months training and she could actually be a real fighter.”
“Sounds like you’re having fun.” Kodlak smiled at her. She weakly smiled back; fun was not how she would describe it, at all.
“I’m sure Aela’s more interested in the fact she prefers the bow.” Farkas’ brother said before taking a sip of mead. The huntress threw a hunk of bread at him before talking about the importance of archers.
The other whelps were seated together chatting amongst themselves. Ariella felt she would have belonged there more than amongst the more higher members. She didn’t exactly understand how the structure worked but could tell that there was some kind of division; a bond that bound the higher members and excluded the whelps.
She wondered if there would be a book she could pick up on the matter. Yet as she looked around at the rabble around her she wouldn’t know where to start. Yet logically she thought the Harbinger would be knowledgeable and potentially even having a book on the subject, yet it appeared he was always in conversation and didn’t want to interrupt.
She ate beef strew and bread sipping from her tankard only when she found her mouth dry, which thankfully wasn’t often. She didn’t like whatever was in her tankard, probably Nordic mead, horrible either way.
“Ariella, you’re quiet.” Kodlak said to just her. She glanced up from her food and gave a small smile to him. “So do you have any questions?”
“I was uh, wondering if you maybe had a book about the history of Jorrvaskr?” She asked a bit nervously, she was sure she had seen a few books in his room and prayed at least one of them was what he was looking for.
“Ha, of course I do. It’s glad to see someone is concerned about the history of this hall well with more than Ysgramor that is. But if you want more you’ll have to ask Vilkas, I’ll bring it to you once we’re done here.” She liked Kodlak, he was a man she could tell would have entire books dedicated to.
Her face lit up at the thought of this ‘Vilkas,’ he must have been some kind of Scholar in Whiterun. Perhaps he even had a library, although it was probably small. She knew that usually city libraries outside of the capital concerned themselves mostly with the cities own history, which would suffice.
She could collect a few tombs from him tomorrow, hopefully he would let her take them away from the library so she could read at night. Yet she would understand perfectly if Vilkas didn’t want her to take them into the Hall of the Companions at the risk of the books being used for fire starter.
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Sleepless - Part 4/?
Date: 2013-04-15 01:50 pm (UTC)It tasted as foul as it smelt but after drinking the entire thing and after trying to keep it down she felt herself beginning to feel better. Her muscles weren’t as sore and she didn’t groan at the thought of moving.
There was still a degree of tenderness but it was very minor and by the time Farkas collected her for dinner she didn’t hate everything as she did before.
Ariella wanted to sit at the end of the table out of the centre of the group however Kodlak wished for her to sit by him. Apparently it was tradition for a new member to sit by the Harbinger at the first meal they were in attendance for. It meant she was stuck between the Harbinger and another man who she recalled being called Skjor. He seemed nice enough, he was tough on the outside yet his actions were all dealt with a degree of kindness.
Ariella could also tell he had a particular fondness of Aela, which was probably why the kindness extended to Ariella seeming as Aela had vested interest in her.
“So Ariella,” Kodlak began once plates were mounted with food. The Breton didn’t think she had seen so much in her life. “How has your first day with the companions been?”
“It’s been uh-”
“It’s been great. She’ll deny it but she’s a natural.” Aela said.
“Yeah,” Farkas interjected, “Well when she’s not hitting herself with the sword she actually shows some real skill and potential. I think a few months training and she could actually be a real fighter.”
“Sounds like you’re having fun.” Kodlak smiled at her. She weakly smiled back; fun was not how she would describe it, at all.
“I’m sure Aela’s more interested in the fact she prefers the bow.” Farkas’ brother said before taking a sip of mead. The huntress threw a hunk of bread at him before talking about the importance of archers.
The other whelps were seated together chatting amongst themselves. Ariella felt she would have belonged there more than amongst the more higher members. She didn’t exactly understand how the structure worked but could tell that there was some kind of division; a bond that bound the higher members and excluded the whelps.
She wondered if there would be a book she could pick up on the matter. Yet as she looked around at the rabble around her she wouldn’t know where to start. Yet logically she thought the Harbinger would be knowledgeable and potentially even having a book on the subject, yet it appeared he was always in conversation and didn’t want to interrupt.
She ate beef strew and bread sipping from her tankard only when she found her mouth dry, which thankfully wasn’t often. She didn’t like whatever was in her tankard, probably Nordic mead, horrible either way.
“Ariella, you’re quiet.” Kodlak said to just her. She glanced up from her food and gave a small smile to him. “So do you have any questions?”
“I was uh, wondering if you maybe had a book about the history of Jorrvaskr?” She asked a bit nervously, she was sure she had seen a few books in his room and prayed at least one of them was what he was looking for.
“Ha, of course I do. It’s glad to see someone is concerned about the history of this hall well with more than Ysgramor that is. But if you want more you’ll have to ask Vilkas, I’ll bring it to you once we’re done here.” She liked Kodlak, he was a man she could tell would have entire books dedicated to.
Her face lit up at the thought of this ‘Vilkas,’ he must have been some kind of Scholar in Whiterun. Perhaps he even had a library, although it was probably small. She knew that usually city libraries outside of the capital concerned themselves mostly with the cities own history, which would suffice.
She could collect a few tombs from him tomorrow, hopefully he would let her take them away from the library so she could read at night. Yet she would understand perfectly if Vilkas didn’t want her to take them into the Hall of the Companions at the risk of the books being used for fire starter.