The celebration was in full swing once the sun had set. The companions were famous for their celebrations especially when a fragment of Wuuthrad was involved.
Farkas was already well on his way to being drunk and the music and cheering was enough to deafen a person. The feast had been limited to a selected few, mostly the companions themselves and a few other people of importance yet the celebration after the feast was open to most.
The usual tales had all been told and now the party was broken into smaller groups, yet all just as loud. Vilkas was with Farkas, Ria and a few of the men of Whiterun as they listened to Aela retell a story of a bear she once killed.
The companions had all heard the stories before yet they were still entertaining. Vilkas could tell from the sent of the men around him they all wanted to bed Aela tonight. None would get the chance though, not unless Aela decided.
The music stopped as the bards took their break and the few that had been dancing stopped. Vilkas found himself scanning the room quite frequently and though he didn’t want to admit it he was doing it in some vain attempt to locate Ariella.
He hadn’t seen the Breton since the feast and even then they had sat on opposite ends of the table. He briefly wondered if she had gone down to bed. He knew Njada had already gone downstairs because she had a job tomorrow.
Yet as Aela was ending her story Vilkas spotted Ariella.
She was sitting rather awkwardly on a bench alone. She looked around the room at the celebrations yet made no effort to participate and instead held a bottle in her hands.
A man approaching her soon took her attention; Vilkas clenched his fist. The man took a seat next to her, right next to her.
Too close. Vilkas’s wolf growled, yet he had to agree. The man was sitting far too close and Vilkas could see Ariella slowly inching away.
When Vilkas saw who the man was he felt his wolf fight for control. Mikael; the bard who definitely knew how to overstep his boundaries.
The Bard whispered into Ariella’s ear and Vilkas didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing that his wolf hearing couldn’t pick up on the words. Yet as Aela’s story ended the Bard placed his hand on Ariella’s leg and Vilkas stood up. He tried not to look rushed but he was fairly sure he failed.
Ariella by now was right on the end of the bench, the bard only getting closer, pressing on her. Vilkas wasn’t sure what he would do when he got over there but he hoped his wolf wouldn’t be in control.
“How’s the celebration going?” Vilkas asked, his fists were clenched beside him. “Usually the first celebration as a companion is the most overwhelming.”
The Bard seemed to get the idea and slid away.
“She doesn’t look the part of a companion…” Mikael said by way of explaining himself. Vilkas bit back an insult as the Bard scurried away.
“Thanks for that.” Ariella stood and smiled slightly at him.
“No problem. He’s a bit uh… notorious for that.” She laughed slightly but she couldn’t exactly meet his eyes. “So how is your first companion celebration?”
Sleepless - Part 13a/?
Farkas was already well on his way to being drunk and the music and cheering was enough to deafen a person. The feast had been limited to a selected few, mostly the companions themselves and a few other people of importance yet the celebration after the feast was open to most.
The usual tales had all been told and now the party was broken into smaller groups, yet all just as loud. Vilkas was with Farkas, Ria and a few of the men of Whiterun as they listened to Aela retell a story of a bear she once killed.
The companions had all heard the stories before yet they were still entertaining. Vilkas could tell from the sent of the men around him they all wanted to bed Aela tonight. None would get the chance though, not unless Aela decided.
The music stopped as the bards took their break and the few that had been dancing stopped. Vilkas found himself scanning the room quite frequently and though he didn’t want to admit it he was doing it in some vain attempt to locate Ariella.
He hadn’t seen the Breton since the feast and even then they had sat on opposite ends of the table. He briefly wondered if she had gone down to bed. He knew Njada had already gone downstairs because she had a job tomorrow.
Yet as Aela was ending her story Vilkas spotted Ariella.
She was sitting rather awkwardly on a bench alone. She looked around the room at the celebrations yet made no effort to participate and instead held a bottle in her hands.
A man approaching her soon took her attention; Vilkas clenched his fist. The man took a seat next to her, right next to her.
Too close. Vilkas’s wolf growled, yet he had to agree. The man was sitting far too close and Vilkas could see Ariella slowly inching away.
When Vilkas saw who the man was he felt his wolf fight for control. Mikael; the bard who definitely knew how to overstep his boundaries.
The Bard whispered into Ariella’s ear and Vilkas didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing that his wolf hearing couldn’t pick up on the words. Yet as Aela’s story ended the Bard placed his hand on Ariella’s leg and Vilkas stood up. He tried not to look rushed but he was fairly sure he failed.
Ariella by now was right on the end of the bench, the bard only getting closer, pressing on her. Vilkas wasn’t sure what he would do when he got over there but he hoped his wolf wouldn’t be in control.
“How’s the celebration going?” Vilkas asked, his fists were clenched beside him. “Usually the first celebration as a companion is the most overwhelming.”
The Bard seemed to get the idea and slid away.
“She doesn’t look the part of a companion…” Mikael said by way of explaining himself. Vilkas bit back an insult as the Bard scurried away.
“Thanks for that.” Ariella stood and smiled slightly at him.
“No problem. He’s a bit uh… notorious for that.” She laughed slightly but she couldn’t exactly meet his eyes. “So how is your first companion celebration?”