“Even if no one remembers me, what I did, it mattered, right?”
“Your acts heroism will not affect me in any way but I’ll be sure to spare a passing thought about you here and there. Think of what those who are still alive because their fragile little world hasn’t ended yet think.”
“I… suppose that’s one way to put it. A good way to put it…”
“And stop feeling so down on yourself. Do I need to give you another staff?”
“Gods, please do not do that. The Wabbajack already got me into far too much trouble to--”
“The Staff of the Everscamp! Now that one’s a favourite of mine. A classic. Who doesn’t love a good, inconvenient curse?”
“No, no, I don’t know what that staff is but I’m sure I don’t want it.”
“Oh, if you insist. Maybe I’ll leave it lying around for some other unwary mortal to stumble upon.”
“Good… good idea?” She wasn’t sure what to say. A cursed staff sounded like a terrible thing to leave lying around. And knowing her luck, she’d stumble across whoever ultimately picked it up and end up volunteering to help them and…
“It is, isn’t it? I’ll do just that. Have you ever seen a scamp, Mira? Nasty little buggers. And someone’s just about to discover a handful of them!”
And with that he was gone, and Mira took the opportunity to fall face-first onto her bed.
5+1 - Sheogorath and F!Dragonborn [5b/6]
“Your acts heroism will not affect me in any way but I’ll be sure to spare a passing thought about you here and there. Think of what those who are still alive because their fragile little world hasn’t ended yet think.”
“I… suppose that’s one way to put it. A good way to put it…”
“And stop feeling so down on yourself. Do I need to give you another staff?”
“Gods, please do not do that. The Wabbajack already got me into far too much trouble to--”
“The Staff of the Everscamp! Now that one’s a favourite of mine. A classic. Who doesn’t love a good, inconvenient curse?”
“No, no, I don’t know what that staff is but I’m sure I don’t want it.”
“Oh, if you insist. Maybe I’ll leave it lying around for some other unwary mortal to stumble upon.”
“Good… good idea?” She wasn’t sure what to say. A cursed staff sounded like a terrible thing to leave lying around. And knowing her luck, she’d stumble across whoever ultimately picked it up and end up volunteering to help them and…
“It is, isn’t it? I’ll do just that. Have you ever seen a scamp, Mira? Nasty little buggers. And someone’s just about to discover a handful of them!”
And with that he was gone, and Mira took the opportunity to fall face-first onto her bed.
That was the first time he used my name.