Instinctively he turned towards the wolves . But they were as confused as he was. Vilkas speculated they would find answers closer to the city. But, even the guards manning the gates were baffled.
Skjor suggested they should push on to Jorrvaskr. If they all put their brains together maybe they could find the answer. Reljir noticed there was something off about Whiterun. At first he couldn’t put his finger on it. But when one of the guards suggested they find shelter, he realized the streets were empty.
Reljir could feel fatigue wearing him down. In spite of everything, his thoughts were occupied with Aela. He wondered how he had been so lucky as to form a pair bond. Even his parents Vardan the Bear and Gowen of the Ansei were merely mated. He smiled slightly as he wondered what they would make of all this.
As the group approached Jorrvaskr, Reljir was anticipating sharing a comfortable bed with Aela. Hopefully, she would concur. He felt her eyes on him and looked over. He wondered how long she had been watching him.
Apparently his face revealed something of his thoughts. She indulged in a slow perusal of him before flashing a secretive smile. He tried to ignore his body’s reaction, at lest until they could find privacy. He had to work hard to hold back his laughter. Only Aela could affect him this way. She didn't have to put much effort into it.
Jorrvaskr itself was filled with the aromas of smoke and slightly stale mead. It felt inordinately good to be back among the familiar. The wolves must have felt the same. They wasted no time settling in. Vignar Gray-Mane and Kodlak Whitemane were sitting at the table. They would want to hear all the details. And of course there was the matter of the thundering sound to discuss.
Reljir had expected Njada to have began to relating the tale. But, she was sitting quietly on a bench beside Tilma. Actually, all of the companions were being unusually quiet. He wondered why they were acting out of character. The answer came, when the double wooden doors opened to admit Athis and Ria.
As if on cue Skjor stood up “Now that we’re all here, may this mead hall ring with the stories of this company. They will surely bring honor to us all”. The companions were boisterous in narrating the dragon fight. But they left off as the story neared its climax. It was Reljir who revealed he was dragonborn.
That little tidbit received a dramatic reaction. Vignar and Kodlak exchanged an inscrutable look. Vignar half stood up, before realizing what he was doing. He sat right back down again. Kodlak spoke up “So it really was the graybeards!.” There was a note of pride in his voice Reljir had never heard before.
“The graybeards?” Vilkas voice was both questioning and disbelieving. Vignar explained “The thundering sound was the voices of the graybeards summoning a dragonborn to High Horthgar. This hasn’t happened for centuries. Not since the time of Tiber Septim himself” Vignars eyes were slightly misty. Obviously he was deeply touched.
Physically Reljir resembled his mother. But, his father Vardan the bear had taught him about the nord side of his heritage. He was suddenly remembering stories of High Horthgar. Awe inspiring tales of revered monks living in seclusion at the throat of the world. “What would such an esteemed body want with me?” he wondered aloud.
Kodlak stood up “If you really are dragonborn they can teach you to use your gift. It is a tremendous honor." He stretched " It‘s time I seek my chambers.” There was a new spring to the harbingers steps. He felt privileged to have such a mystical figure as the dragonborn of legend among the companions. ------------------------------------------------------------------- authors note: I have gone a little non-cannon with this part. Again, I didn't want to write about Reljir becoming thane and Lydia following him around. Three's a crowd (evil grin). Once again some of the dialogue in this part are direct quotes or very close to those found in game. I wanted to acknowledge that. Enjoy!
Reljir and The Huntress 11a/?
Skjor suggested they should push on to Jorrvaskr. If they all put their brains together maybe they could find the answer. Reljir noticed there was something off about Whiterun. At first he couldn’t put his finger on it. But when one of the guards suggested they find shelter, he realized the streets were empty.
Reljir could feel fatigue wearing him down. In spite of everything, his thoughts were occupied with Aela. He wondered how he had been so lucky as to form a pair bond. Even his parents Vardan the Bear and Gowen of the Ansei were merely mated. He smiled slightly as he wondered what they would make of all this.
As the group approached Jorrvaskr, Reljir was anticipating sharing a comfortable bed with Aela. Hopefully, she would concur. He felt her eyes on him and looked over. He wondered how long she had been watching him.
Apparently his face revealed something of his thoughts. She indulged in a slow perusal of him before flashing a secretive smile. He tried to ignore his body’s reaction, at lest until they could find privacy. He had to work hard to hold back his laughter. Only Aela could affect him this way. She didn't have to put much effort into it.
Jorrvaskr itself was filled with the aromas of smoke and slightly stale mead. It felt inordinately good to be back among the familiar. The wolves must have felt the same. They wasted no time settling in. Vignar Gray-Mane and Kodlak Whitemane were sitting at the table. They would want to hear all the details. And of course there was the matter of the thundering sound to discuss.
Reljir had expected Njada to have began to relating the tale. But, she was sitting quietly on a bench beside Tilma. Actually, all of the companions were being unusually quiet. He wondered why they were acting out of character. The answer came, when the double wooden doors opened to admit Athis and Ria.
As if on cue Skjor stood up “Now that we’re all here, may this mead hall ring with the stories of this company. They will surely bring honor to us all”. The companions were boisterous in
narrating the dragon fight. But they left off as the story neared its climax. It was Reljir who revealed he was dragonborn.
That little tidbit received a dramatic reaction. Vignar and Kodlak exchanged an inscrutable look. Vignar half stood up, before realizing what he was doing. He sat right back down again. Kodlak spoke up “So it really was the graybeards!.” There was a note of pride in his voice Reljir had never heard before.
“The graybeards?” Vilkas voice was both questioning and disbelieving. Vignar explained “The thundering sound was the voices of the graybeards summoning a dragonborn to High Horthgar. This hasn’t happened for centuries. Not since the time of Tiber Septim himself” Vignars eyes were slightly misty. Obviously he was deeply touched.
Physically Reljir resembled his mother. But, his father Vardan the bear had taught him about the nord side of his heritage. He was suddenly remembering stories of High Horthgar. Awe inspiring tales of revered monks living in seclusion at the throat of the world. “What would such an esteemed body want with me?” he wondered aloud.
Kodlak stood up “If you really are dragonborn they can teach you to use your gift. It is a tremendous honor." He stretched " It‘s time I seek my chambers.” There was a new spring to the harbingers steps. He felt privileged to have such a mystical figure as the dragonborn of legend among the companions.
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authors note:
I have gone a little non-cannon with this part. Again, I didn't want to write about Reljir becoming thane and Lydia following him around. Three's a crowd (evil grin). Once again some of the dialogue in this part are direct quotes or very close to those found in game. I wanted to acknowledge that. Enjoy!