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Call of the Blood 11.2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-07-09 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)"How's Aela?" My cheeks felt flushed.
"Angry. Sad." Farkas gave a half-shrug, "She'll be alright, you know how tough she is, she just needs some space. She'll catch us up at Whiterun for the funeral. I've got the rest of your armour, brother and I've found some clothes that might fit you, Igne."
Vilkas nodded, brushing past me to take the clothes and armour and handing the bundle of cloth to me. I slipped into the stinking, dirty clothes. They were far too big, the shirt kept slipping off my shoulder, I had to roll up the sleeves and trouser legs and there was no belt. The boots were huge but I managed to rip the blanket Vilkas had thrust at me and shove it in the toes, though I wasn't looking forward to the journey back to Whiterun. I glanced down at myself, I looked like a child playing dress up. I cast my gaze round looking for some string or rope or something that I could use. Vilkas caught my eye, "What's the matter?"
I held the waistband of the trousers out, "I need a belt."
He slipped off his own thick leather belt and I took it, nodding almost shyly at him.
"Here. Take this as well," He was holding a dagger made from beautifully folded grey Sky-Forge steel, "Just in case."
My fingers brushed against his as I took it, "Thank you."
Then he was brushing past me to join Farkas who was waiting for them in the corridor, leaving me utterly lost.
Aela had vanished by the time I entered the chamber that contained Skjor. The two brothers carried Skjor's body down to the horses, past more Silver Hand corpses and past the cells in which myself and Skjor and who-knows-how-many had been held. I took point much to the brothers displeasure though no-one had been left alive to attack us and I felt a flicker of disappointment in my stomach. I wanted to make them pay. I felt unfulfilled, hollow and I wanted vengeance.
Snow was falling as I glided out into the courtyard. The dim sun, when I caught a glimpse of it through the grey clouds, hinted at it being mid-morning. The three horses we had been loaned from Jarl Igmund were waiting, pawing at the ground nervously. The black stallion didn't like the idea of carrying Skjor, shifting and whinnying as the two brothers lifted him onto it's back, covering him with a blanket and tying him on with ropes. I shivered, though whether it was from the cold air or whether it was the delayed shock of my ordeal, I couldn't say. Farkas glanced over at me, "I'll lead Skjor and take point. You'll ride with Vilkas, little Igne."
I was too tired to argue and almost missed the fleeting glance the two brothers exchanged, one of those lightning fast communications that only they understood.
Vilkas swung himself into the saddle of the roan and Farkas picked me up, like a child, the two of them settling me into the saddle in front of the smaller twin.
Once Farkas was settled the horses set off into the snowstorm. Dimly I thought about clearly up the sky with a quick LOK VAH KOOR but I couldn't bring myself to make the effort, could barely hold myself upright in the saddle. My head hurt. Every jolt of the horse sent agony coursing through me and only Vilkas's strong arms kept me from falling off.
Exhausted I leaned back against him, he stiffened for a moment and then a hand slid round my waist, holding me against him. His armour was cold at first but soon warmed up with our shared body heat and I felt my eyes drifting shut.
I'll just sleep for a moment.
Re: Call of the Blood 11.2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-07-09 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Call of the Blood 11.2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-07-09 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Call of the Blood 11.2/?
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(Anonymous) 2013-07-11 09:19 am (UTC)(link)Re: Call of the Blood 11.2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-07-12 07:16 am (UTC)(link)A!A here
(Anonymous) 2013-07-12 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)The updates may be a little slower from here on out- I'm stuck working nights for the next two weeks :( and my poor brain gets confused with the time-switch ;) but I am working hard for you OP and wonderful readers!