“Thank you,” was all she said and Eola patted her hand, smiling.
“No problem, honey. Now you look after yourself, you hear? You be sure and eat properly, you're far too pale. And you know, if you need anything, you come see me. Got to make sure my da's new bestie is taken care of, hmm?”
Elisif at that point had decided all her Blades were getting a bit too overprotective, and wished Brynjolf was here. The man could charm a Hagraven into bed if he put his mind to it, but at least he didn't generally mollycoddle, unless you counted patting her on the back and offering her some probably ill-gotten mead. But he wasn't, so Elisif went for a walk in the camp instead, dressing in the Forsworn gear Madanach had given her so as not to stand out too much.
It covered virtually nothing, and Nord women were generally a lot bustier than Reachwomen, as was the case with Elisif. Definitely an ulterior motive in giving her this, Elisif was sure of it, but no help for it. She just strolled out over the drawbridges and down into Kaie's little command centre, trying to ignore the stares from the various Forsworn wandering about, one of whom was one of those Briarhearts, and really what sort of culture bred men who voluntarily had their hearts removed and were then re-animated as some sort of super warrior?
Might as well ask what sort of culture bred men who could murder a king and call it honourable. Elisif tore her eyes from the gaping wound in the man's chest with the pulsing briar sewn into it, looking up to see Kaie calling her over from where she was sitting at a table, going over all sorts of plans and papers.
“Hey there, ap-Davrha,” Kaie said, actually smiling. “Don't mind the mess. One thing they never tell you about getting your own camp is all the admin you end up with. Not exactly what I signed up for, but never mind, eh?”
“You don't have a steward?” Elisif asked, taking a seat and feeling very thankful for everything Falk did. When she next saw him – if she ever saw Solitude again – she would definitely have to thank him for handling all this for her.
“Kind of, I've got Mordrann over there giving me a hand with it all, but a lot of this is Brenyeen's eyes only.” Kaie gathered up a lot of the papers and tossed them to one side, away from Elisif. Clearly not that trusting then. “Good thing you're here, I've got something for you. Arrived this morning. Da sent it over. I think he misses you.”
From the smirk on Kaie's face, Elisif suspected no such thing, but she accepted the letters anyway. She took one of them, and felt the world fade away as the dragon tongue blazed up at her. Four separate paragraphs, all carefully copied off Word Walls. Four words of power blazed into her mind, Tiid, Faas, Zii, and Grah, and she knew them, knew what they were, one to slow time, one to send her foes running in fear, and the other two went with words she already knew. Feim Zii. Su Grah. Word Walls known to the Forsworn and Madanach had had the words copied and sent to her. She could have kissed the man. Maybe he was up to something, maybe he just wanted his kingdom back and was buttering her up so she'd do that for him. Maybe. But this was still a precious gift indeed and she wasted no time using the three spare souls she had sitting around in her head to unlock Tiid, Zii and Grah.
“He sent me Words of Power,” Elisif whispered. “You've got access to Word Walls!”
“Half our camps are based in old Nord ruins,” Kaie said, grinning. “We weren't sure if they'd be any use to you, but it couldn't hurt, right?”
“They're useful,” Elisif said, reaching for the letter that had accompanied them. “Will you thank him for me?”
“Thank him yourself,” Kaie replied, pushing quill and paper her way. “Read that letter and write back to him. Then give it to me, I'll make sure he gets it.”
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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 19.2
Date: 2013-12-27 04:37 pm (UTC)“No problem, honey. Now you look after yourself, you hear? You be sure and eat properly, you're far too pale. And you know, if you need anything, you come see me. Got to make sure my da's new bestie is taken care of, hmm?”
Elisif at that point had decided all her Blades were getting a bit too overprotective, and wished Brynjolf was here. The man could charm a Hagraven into bed if he put his mind to it, but at least he didn't generally mollycoddle, unless you counted patting her on the back and offering her some probably ill-gotten mead. But he wasn't, so Elisif went for a walk in the camp instead, dressing in the Forsworn gear Madanach had given her so as not to stand out too much.
It covered virtually nothing, and Nord women were generally a lot bustier than Reachwomen, as was the case with Elisif. Definitely an ulterior motive in giving her this, Elisif was sure of it, but no help for it. She just strolled out over the drawbridges and down into Kaie's little command centre, trying to ignore the stares from the various Forsworn wandering about, one of whom was one of those Briarhearts, and really what sort of culture bred men who voluntarily had their hearts removed and were then re-animated as some sort of super warrior?
Might as well ask what sort of culture bred men who could murder a king and call it honourable. Elisif tore her eyes from the gaping wound in the man's chest with the pulsing briar sewn into it, looking up to see Kaie calling her over from where she was sitting at a table, going over all sorts of plans and papers.
“Hey there, ap-Davrha,” Kaie said, actually smiling. “Don't mind the mess. One thing they never tell you about getting your own camp is all the admin you end up with. Not exactly what I signed up for, but never mind, eh?”
“You don't have a steward?” Elisif asked, taking a seat and feeling very thankful for everything Falk did. When she next saw him – if she ever saw Solitude again – she would definitely have to thank him for handling all this for her.
“Kind of, I've got Mordrann over there giving me a hand with it all, but a lot of this is Brenyeen's eyes only.” Kaie gathered up a lot of the papers and tossed them to one side, away from Elisif. Clearly not that trusting then. “Good thing you're here, I've got something for you. Arrived this morning. Da sent it over. I think he misses you.”
From the smirk on Kaie's face, Elisif suspected no such thing, but she accepted the letters anyway. She took one of them, and felt the world fade away as the dragon tongue blazed up at her. Four separate paragraphs, all carefully copied off Word Walls. Four words of power blazed into her mind, Tiid, Faas, Zii, and Grah, and she knew them, knew what they were, one to slow time, one to send her foes running in fear, and the other two went with words she already knew. Feim Zii. Su Grah. Word Walls known to the Forsworn and Madanach had had the words copied and sent to her. She could have kissed the man. Maybe he was up to something, maybe he just wanted his kingdom back and was buttering her up so she'd do that for him. Maybe. But this was still a precious gift indeed and she wasted no time using the three spare souls she had sitting around in her head to unlock Tiid, Zii and Grah.
“He sent me Words of Power,” Elisif whispered. “You've got access to Word Walls!”
“Half our camps are based in old Nord ruins,” Kaie said, grinning. “We weren't sure if they'd be any use to you, but it couldn't hurt, right?”
“They're useful,” Elisif said, reaching for the letter that had accompanied them. “Will you thank him for me?”
“Thank him yourself,” Kaie replied, pushing quill and paper her way. “Read that letter and write back to him. Then give it to me, I'll make sure he gets it.”