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Re: Fire and Potions - 66/?

[(Anonymous)]

Slamming his cup down suddenly, he pushed himself away from the table and strode to the open window behind him.
The city outside was alive with merriment, and the sights and sounds reached up to the high window of the Blue Palace. Solitude was crowded with people, dancing and singing, around merrily burning bonfires fires that illuminated entertainers and food vendors of all varieties. Farengar listened to the sound of music and laughter drifting up from the streets below.
Leaning against the window frame, he looked down, trying to feel something. Despite his best efforts, he felt only boredom. And a bit of isolation.
His eyes drifted up from the busy streets to gaze upon the stars above. The Aurora was shimmering brilliantly, alight with stunning hues of green and blue. Behind him the revelers roared, and below him townsfolk cheered, while he drank his mead in silence, staring at the stars.
He nearly dropped his cup when he heard Therion’s voice from outside the window.
“Having fun then, High Wizard?” Therion asked with a gentle chuckle, using the wizard’s new title.
Farengar spilled some of his drink, before recovering his composure.
“Of course... I can barely contain my excitement,” Farengar said, leaning outside, looking for the source of his voice.
Therion was nowhere to be seen.
Farengar frowned disapprovingly. The act of wandering around the rooftop of a state event felt horribly inappropriate. Although, he admitted to himself, he was more disgruntled that he was suffering the celebration while Whiterun’s Thane was outside in the cool air, away from the suffocation and noise.
“What are you doing outside?” Farengar asked, squinting into the dark, the light around him making it difficult for his eyes to adjust.
He heard Therion’s usual, easy going chuckle.
“Come outside and find out.”
Farengar thoughtfully gripped the stone windowsill, appalled yet tempted.
Just for a moment, he told himself.
After a quick glance around the room to see that no one was watching, he pushed himself out of the window and onto the roof’s ledge.
Farengar looked around, finding himself alone on the roof top.
“Up here,” Therion called from above, causing Farengar to look up.
His mouth hung slightly agape at what he saw.
Therion was shaping fire. A vortex of flame twisted above him, whirling and spiraling like a tornado.
The tiles shook and rattled as Farengar carefully navigated the roof. Climbing up to the flat portion above his window, he found Therion lying on his back.
Creeping carefully forward along the tiles, he joined the Altmer Dragonborn and sat down, the warmth from the flames above licking his face.
“Lie down. The view will be better...” Therion suggested, sounding distracted, his face masked in concentration.
Farengar jerked back as the corners of the vortex exploded in brilliant sparks where Therion appeared to momentarily lose his focus. Curious, he laid down beside the elf, looking up to see things from his point of view. Farengar watched the flames spiral in arcs, creating a breeze of hot air tinged with the pleasant smell of smoke.
Turning his head, he glanced over at Therion.
The elf’s dark, leather armor was illuminated in orange-red light, the warm glow sharpening his already prominent facial features. Farengar’s stomach tightened, taking in the sight of Therion’s gold skin and amber eyes, bathed in the vibrant firelight. With careful, graceful gestures, Therion’s hands moved, shaping and charting the course of the flames. Therion was almost as fascinating to watch as the fire itself, lost in the delicate balance of his work. Farengar let his gaze linger, knowing Therion was too distracted to notice his stare.
Above them the vortex spun faster, catching Farengar’s attention. The brilliant storm raged, forming into a pair of blazing wings, the air around them rippling with heat, as slowly, a figure emerged from the cyclone.
A valkyrie? Or a phoenix…
Before he could guess, dark talons sliced through the air, and a beast covered in angular scales erupted in an explosion of hissing sparks.