The night was cool yet not uncomfortably so for the Breton. Ariella lay on the ground in the courtyard of Jorrvaskr. She gazed up at the stars in thought, something she did a lot as a child and still quite often now.
Whenever she was anxious she would gaze at the stars. The thing she liked about stars was how constant they were. No matter where she was in Tamriel if she laid down and looked up she would see the same sky.
It helped when she was feeling home sick, as she gazed up she could at least pretend she was back in High Rock.
As she gazed up she wanted to pretend she was back on her roof in High Rock yet something kept pulling her back to Skyrim. She blamed the slight chill, something that was rare to feel back home.
The young Breton sighed in a vain attempt to stop the unease in her stomach. That sense of uncertainty, uncomfortableness, fear had been there since she entered Skyrim. In the recent weeks it hadn’t bothered her at all yet now…
Ariella couldn’t relax she was far too anxious; the idea of her testing was plaguing her far too much.
She didn’t think she could do it at all, not think but knew. She had this feeling if she went on that testing something awful was going to happen.
Then there was Vilkas. At first she thought having him there was a blessing, yet upon further thought she realised how much of a curse in disguise it was. Ariella could try all she wanted to deny it but she knew she had grown quite a large attachment to Vilkas. Everything about him intrigued her and challenged her.
Yet he was a man of strength, honour and battle prowess, the three things Ariella lacked in herself. She was feeble, a novice to battle and would rather pay people like the companions than be one. A large part of the fear she was feeling was because of Vilkas. She was terrified of making a fool of herself in front of him or having him see how weak she really was.
She wished she was back at home again. Everything was simple in High Rock; mundane, boring, safe yet there she was most happy.
She heard the doors of Jorrvaskr open and close quite quietly. She didn’t make a move and she was fairly sure she knew who it was already.
Everyone else had long since retired for the night, even Tilma had urged Ariella to go to bed so the woman could sleep herself.
Sleepless - Part 17a/?
Whenever she was anxious she would gaze at the stars. The thing she liked about stars was how constant they were. No matter where she was in Tamriel if she laid down and looked up she would see the same sky.
It helped when she was feeling home sick, as she gazed up she could at least pretend she was back in High Rock.
As she gazed up she wanted to pretend she was back on her roof in High Rock yet something kept pulling her back to Skyrim. She blamed the slight chill, something that was rare to feel back home.
The young Breton sighed in a vain attempt to stop the unease in her stomach. That sense of uncertainty, uncomfortableness, fear had been there since she entered Skyrim. In the recent weeks it hadn’t bothered her at all yet now…
Ariella couldn’t relax she was far too anxious; the idea of her testing was plaguing her far too much.
She didn’t think she could do it at all, not think but knew. She had this feeling if she went on that testing something awful was going to happen.
Then there was Vilkas. At first she thought having him there was a blessing, yet upon further thought she realised how much of a curse in disguise it was. Ariella could try all she wanted to deny it but she knew she had grown quite a large attachment to Vilkas. Everything about him intrigued her and challenged her.
Yet he was a man of strength, honour and battle prowess, the three things Ariella lacked in herself. She was feeble, a novice to battle and would rather pay people like the companions than be one. A large part of the fear she was feeling was because of Vilkas. She was terrified of making a fool of herself in front of him or having him see how weak she really was.
She wished she was back at home again. Everything was simple in High Rock; mundane, boring, safe yet there she was most happy.
She heard the doors of Jorrvaskr open and close quite quietly. She didn’t make a move and she was fairly sure she knew who it was already.
Everyone else had long since retired for the night, even Tilma had urged Ariella to go to bed so the woman could sleep herself.