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Sleepless - Part 8/?

[(Anonymous)]

Vilkas felt surprisingly well rested. It had been nice to have someone to talk to about history and everything he was interested in. Ariella had seemed very interested too and never seemed bored; bored was the reaction he’d come to expect from the others companions.

Ariella seemed to have a surprisingly good grasp on researching and reading. She had even appreciated the scribbles on the pages of Vilkas’ own history books. The scribbles had been done by himself to help his understanding. He had always referred to them as scribbles or notes but Ariella had called them ‘annotations’ if he remembered correctly.

This lead Vilkas to assume she was probably of some noble birth or at least at a level of wealth where should could dedicate time to reading.

He wanted to ask her about where she came from and how she got to Skyrim but seemed it inappropriate to ask.

Vilkas allowed himself a glance at Ariella’s training, admittedly it had been one of too many he had allowed himself.

Yet her academic credits aside Ariella was damn near hopeless when it came to anything physical. This lack of skill was worse than any Vilkas had seen in any whelp that came through the companions. Not even Ria had been as bad as Ariella and she was more concerned with bedding him or his brother than learning.

While in Ria and the other whelps the lack of skill and incompetence had frustrated and annoyed Vilkas to no end he didn’t have those same feelings about Ariella. He found her lack of skill endearing which unnerved him a little.

Vilkas felt as though Aela, Farkas or Ariella were about to turn his gaze to him and he glanced away quickly. Looking was no shameful act Vilkas was sure but he still didn’t want to be caught staring. He felt like a child.

He heard Farkas call for a break and soon the twins were seated side by side.

“So what do you think?” Farkas asked picking up some bread and a bottle of ale. Vilkas raised an eyebrow at his brother, “About Ariella.”

“Oh the Breton, she still needs to improve, a lot.” For some reason Vilkas felt his wolf go on the defensive, yet he wouldn’t explain why,

“Yeah, but what do you think?” Farkas wiggled his eyebrows to the best of his ability which raised another cocked eyebrown from Vilkas. That in return earned a playful nudge from Farkas.

“I think you and Aela are good teachers, surprisingly enough.” His wolf made the decision to be evasive and the man followed. Vilkas couldn’t explain his behaviour, he knew exactly what his brother was asking yet couldn’t find it in him to tell the truth.

“You expected anything less?” Farkas was slightly offended and the original topic was clearly forgotten. Vilkas blessed his brother’s simple but proud mind.

“You and Aela working together? I doubted it highly.” Farkas punched him playfully on the arm. “It’s good you two aren’t fighting anymore.”

“Yes, everything is much less tense now like it was before all this mess happened.” Farkas looked down at his mead, he seemed oddly wise in that moment.

“It’s a good thing, especially for Kodlak’s sake.” Farkas nodded at his brothers words and ate his food. There was no more conversation after that and the brotherly silence was only interrupted by a small voice a short while after.

“Excuse me.” Vilkas felt all his hairs stand on end at her voice for some reason, not from fear or shock though.

“Ah yes, Ariella?” Farkas said before Vilkas could really process real thoughts.

“I need to send a letter.” The way she seemed to address only Farkas made Vilkas’ wolf stir.

“Ah we’ll need to find you a courier then I suppose.”

“Um, it actually needs to go by uh, bird…” She was quiet and unsure in her speech as if treading carefully to not anger the companion.

“Bird?” Vilkas was confused, only matters highly important got sent by birds. Usually birds were only used between Jarls and other people who ruled. Farkas seemed a bit confused as well but then realisation seemed to dawn on him and he stood. “Ah yes, we’ll have to ask permission from the Jarl to use one of his birds.”

Ariella smiled at Farkas and he began to lead her away. Vilkas watched them go confused and his wolf growling for whatever reason.