Vilkas could see Whiterun now and he felt his heart quicken a bit. Vilkas didn’t really want to admit it but he had been thinking about Ariella a fair bit while he had been gone. It was only really bad at night though while Athis was sleeping.
He was being pathetic.
He wondered how Farka’s job had gone and prayed silently that it hadn’t gone too well. If Farkas’ job had gone great he liked to celebrate with a mead of fifty. Normally Vilkas would have thought nothing of it, but he was with Ria…
“I wonder how the other’s jobs went.” Athis said as they became walking past the farms just outside Whiterun.
“Hopefully well.”
“I just hope not too well. Last time Ria was on a job with Farkas and he got on the mead a bit I had to hear the story of how he looked like he was going to kiss her about a thousand time.” The two laughed, Vilkas did like Athis. The nord and wolf in him had been wary of his skin when they first met but in some ways the two were similar.
“Let’s just hope he didn’t actually kiss her.”
“Or worse.” The two laughed again as they walked through the great gates of the city.
Vilkas and Athis stopped off in some shops to sell some loot they found with the bandits. The gold was divided equally and they made their way back to Jorrvaskr.
The mead hall was already full of life when they entered. Everyone was bustling around and seemed to be preparing the room for some kind of celebration.
“Aela.” Vilkas called as she passed by. The Huntress was carrying a basket full of ingredients, it was unusual for her to help out Tilma. She usually thought such duties were beneath her. “What’s happening?”
“Farkas and Ria brought back a fragment of Wuuthrad, celebration’s in order don’t you think?” She said with a smile. Vilkas’ expression faultered and then Aela leaned in closer, “Fear not, the ice-brain hasn’t so much as looked at Ria.”
Vilkas let out a sigh of relief, which caused a laugh to come from Aela.
“Anything I can do to help?” Vilkas asked following Aela as she walked to the kitchen.
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timeasmymeasure
Sleepless - Part 11/?
Date: 2013-06-11 02:09 pm (UTC)He was being pathetic.
He wondered how Farka’s job had gone and prayed silently that it hadn’t gone too well. If Farkas’ job had gone great he liked to celebrate with a mead of fifty. Normally Vilkas would have thought nothing of it, but he was with Ria…
“I wonder how the other’s jobs went.” Athis said as they became walking past the farms just outside Whiterun.
“Hopefully well.”
“I just hope not too well. Last time Ria was on a job with Farkas and he got on the mead a bit I had to hear the story of how he looked like he was going to kiss her about a thousand time.” The two laughed, Vilkas did like Athis. The nord and wolf in him had been wary of his skin when they first met but in some ways the two were similar.
“Let’s just hope he didn’t actually kiss her.”
“Or worse.” The two laughed again as they walked through the great gates of the city.
Vilkas and Athis stopped off in some shops to sell some loot they found with the bandits. The gold was divided equally and they made their way back to Jorrvaskr.
The mead hall was already full of life when they entered. Everyone was bustling around and seemed to be preparing the room for some kind of celebration.
“Aela.” Vilkas called as she passed by. The Huntress was carrying a basket full of ingredients, it was unusual for her to help out Tilma. She usually thought such duties were beneath her. “What’s happening?”
“Farkas and Ria brought back a fragment of Wuuthrad, celebration’s in order don’t you think?” She said with a smile. Vilkas’ expression faultered and then Aela leaned in closer, “Fear not, the ice-brain hasn’t so much as looked at Ria.”
Vilkas let out a sigh of relief, which caused a laugh to come from Aela.
“Anything I can do to help?” Vilkas asked following Aela as she walked to the kitchen.