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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 27.3
(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)Keirine lowered her claws, cackling in delight. “Yes, of course, you certainly aren't one any more, are you? Slayer of dragons, the Widow Queen wanting revenge, no, a child you certainly are not. And if you can stand up to me, you'll have no problem dealing with my brother. Even if you are young enough to be his daughter, in fact I think Eola's actually older than you.”
“Your brother...” Elisif started to say, but it was obvious once you looked at her, they had the same hair, eyes, cheekbones, even if Keirine's features were sharper and clearly not human any more. Madanach had a Hagraven sister. Well of course he did, Elisif didn't even feel surprised at this point. “You're Madanach's sister.”
Keirine smiled and nodded. “Yes. His twin in fact. I daresay he never mentioned me, of course he never did.” She rolled her eyes and gestured for Elisif to follow her. “Madanach is really quite bad at handling his family life. As you're no doubt going to find out for yourself, Brenhina. Come on, if you came all this way to see him, I'll take you to him.” Keirine swept off without another word, the watching Forsworn warriors who'd been regarding Elisif with suspicion all melting away as their Matriarch swept past.
“I just spoke to a Hagraven,” Elisif said faintly. “In the middle of a Forsworn camp – Argis, I'm on a Forsworn camp. And – and no one's trying to kill me.”
“No,” Argis said, letting out a relieved sigh. “No, no one is. As long as you don't do anything stupid, you'll be just fine. Word has been getting out about you, Lady Queen. Elisif ap Davrha, they're calling you, born of the Dragon. They seem to think you're going to save the Reach. I don't know if they entirely trust you yet, but you're not going to be harmed.”
Up until they find out I'm not in fact going to do any such thing, oh gods they'll kill me.
“Argis,” Elisif whispered, clutching his arm. “Argis, if this goes wrong... please get me out of here. I don't want to die at their hands. I don't want to be soul trapped or reanimated!”
“They won't do that,” Argis said quietly. “Come on.”
Easy for him to say. There were soul gems in cages everywhere, all glowing, all sending off energy beams into the sky, all converging on a central point – a soul gem mounted on top of a central command tent. Not just any soul gem either. Sweet Aedra, was that Azura's Star? But how in the world had the Forsworn got hold of that, that had been Vilkas's...
“ARGIS!”
Farkas got up from where he was sitting by the camp's central fire, rushing over and launching himself at Argis, pulling the other man into an embrace, and sitting by the fire were Vilkas, Ria, Aela, Brynjolf, a dark haired Nord that Elisif didn't recognise, Aranea and Erandur, all drinking and chatting and raising drinks to her when they saw her.
“What is this?” Elisif whispered, slowly coming to the realisation that something was not right about this particular Forsworn camp. “How – what are you all doing here?”
“Lass!” Brynjolf laughed, getting to his feet and waving a bottle at her, looking none too steady on his feet. “You made it! About time, this whole camp's getting antsy. Now you're here, the party can get started in earnest.”
“Party?” Elisif said, staring daggers at Brynjolf. “I'm not here for a bloody party, I've got dragons to kill!”
“Taken care of!” Ria laughed, arms around Aela and Vilkas. “We had three of them all roosting near here, attacking every other night. Not any more though, they're staying dead this time!”
“No thanks to you, Dragonborn, where were you?” Vilkas said, a tad reproachfully. “Shouldn't killing them be your job?”
“Oh Vilkas, come on, she wasn't to know this place was here,” Aela said. “We had the situation well in hand. Karliah and I, and Cicero while he was here, were shooting them down with no trouble.”
“Don't forget the magic,” Aranea pointed out. “You have me, Erandur, Kaie, Eola before she took off with Cicero, several Matriarchs, and several hundred Forsworn. Oh, and Himself of course. Never seen a human quite that good with fireballs before.”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 27.4
(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)Keirine had already moved off towards the central tent, presumably to find her brother, and Argis was still cuddling Farkas, looking rather pleased to see the man for someone who allegedly had just wanted to get laid. So Elisif took a seat next to Brynjolf, hoping for answers.
“Not that I'm not pleased to see you all, but why are you all here?” Elisif said, confused. “This isn't Karthspire.” No, she'd have recognised the mountains – and the mountains surrounding this camp didn't look like the Druadachs. Far icier and one range looking almost like the Anthors in the Pale but surely not. The actual camp seemed located on a plain with a river snaking through it, not somewhere Elisif recognised, and there seemed to be a lot of pine trees around. Maybe this was in the north of the Reach near the Haafingar border, Madanach had said his camp would be there. Except why would Delphine send all the Blades up there?
Silence, all eyes falling on Brynjolf, who cleared his throat, and Elisif hadn't really ever seen him nervous before. She narrowed her eyes, fairly certain she wasn't going to like this.
“Do you know, that is a lovely crown you have there, lass,” Brynjolf said, stroking the dragon teeth, although he hastily stopped that when he saw Elisif actually start to growl at him. “Probably worth a fortune, eh? Don't worry, I wouldn't steal it – it'd be a nightmare to fence and dismantled it's just dragon teeth and steel. The teeth might be worth a bit, but not as much as the thing all together...”
“Stop changing the subject,” Elisif growled. “Brynjolf, what are you all doing on a Forsworn camp in the middle of nowhere? Especially you four!”
“Aela wanted to borrow Azura's Star,” Vilkas shrugged, indicating it. “When she told us what for, we were intrigued enough to volunteer our services.”
“What is it for?” Elisif asked, wondering why the camp needed a protective soul gem shield around it.
“Some sort of massive scale illusion magic,” Aela replied. “From the outside, you can't even tell the camp is here. It's impressive. Too impressive. Frankly, I'm glad we're on their side this time.”
“This isn't an ordinary Forsworn camp, is it?” Elisif said, looking around for Argis. He was sitting next to Erandur having his hand seen to but he did glance up on hearing Elisif.
“Not exactly, Brenhina,” Argis said, looking a bit sheepish. “Um, look, I'm just the housecarl, you want to talk to the King. He's in the tent.”
“Right,” said Elisif, steeling herself. “I'm going to go talk to him. I'll be back soon.” Something was niggling at her mind, something missing, something wrong. Time to get a few answers off Madanach. Someone wasn't telling her everything.
The command tent was one of the bigger ones around, a huge mammoth skull mounted over the entrance and inside several chests, a couple of cupboards, an actual bookshelf, more decorative skulls and Spriggan heads, a drum in the corner and in the middle, a big table with maps all over it, and Madanach himself standing over it, having an animated discussion with Delphine in her Blades gear, Keirine and a Dunmer woman in grey leather and with unusual purple eyes.
“It's definitely true, Madanach, none of them have so much as stirred for days. It's clearly as Erandur and Aranea told us, Elisif defeated Alduin and he's gone to Sovngarde,” Delphine was explaining. “And if he's in Sovngarde, he can't raise dead dragons here.”
“That's something,” Madanach said grudgingly, not looking up from the map. “Gives us a bit of respite at least – I was expecting to lose people to the Nords. Hadn't counted on three dragons roosting round here. I tell you, Delphine, I've never really fought away from home before. Can't tell what the land's feeling, not really.”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 27.5
(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)Outside the Reach? What? But if they weren't in the Reach... where were they?
“Delphine, what's going on?” Elisif asked. “Where is this place? I just got here by some weird teleport thing...”
All four of them looked up and Elisif saw Madanach's eyes widen as he looked her over, Crown and all... and Delphine began to grin.
“And there she is. About time you showed up, Dragonborn. We were worried we'd have to start without you.”
“Start what?” Elisif asked, making her way over to look at the plans. They weren't in the Reach, so where were they, where else was there a plain surrounded by mountains? It wasn't the tundra of Whiterun, Elisif knew what that looked like, but she'd thought the mountains looked a little like the Anthors... and then she realised Skyrim's only other plain was the volcanic Aalto. She'd never seen it before but the more she thought about it, the more she realised how much sense it made... except when it didn't. “Wait, are we in Eastmarch??”
“We're in Eastmarch,” Madanach confirmed, recovering himself and breaking out into a smile. “And you are a sight for sore eyes, come here, Brenhina.” He made his way round the table to face her, clad in Forsworn gear, Cidhna Mine's grime gone, skin and hair scrubbed clean, stubble shaved off, the King of the Forsworn looking very much the part as he placed his hands on her shoulders, looking her up and down and seeming very pleased to see her.
He would likely not be pleased for much longer.
“Madanach,” Elisif said, feeling a little nervous around him. The smiling face and the charming letters hid a very dangerous man, she knew that, and their alliance wasn't so firmly cemented he'd automatically forgive her anything. “Hello. I came to find you.”
“Of course you did,” he smirked at her. “Did you miss me?”
Ah yes. Making her want to slap him, she'd wondered how long it'd be before that happened. She restrained herself to just narrowing her eyes.
“No, but I made you some promises and I needed to keep one,” Elisif said, glaring. “You don't really deserve it, but Argis seemed to think you should know.”
“Argis!” Madanach's face lit up even more. “He's here? Of course he is, Aela said he'd found you. How is he? Doing well? Being a good bodyguard?”
“Yes, apart from the unnatural teleportation talisman you gave him,” Elisif said. “Do I want to know how they work and can you really all travel anywhere?”
Chuckle from Madanach as he glanced at Keirine.
“We wish, cariad,” he laughed. “No, it requires a lot of planning to set one of those up.”
“It's not the opening the portal at the point of departure that's the problem,” Keirine added. “It's controlling the landing and making sure you don't appear in a cliff-face or impaled on a tree or something. Special landing points have to be set up and kept constantly clear, like the one you arrived on. So it's a quick way of getting home, but not terribly practical for going anywhere else. Also requires a charm or a lot of skill to be able to do. That said, this whole venture is letting us test an awful lot of experimental magic. Even if it fails, we'll have learnt all sorts. We might even be able to set up a fixed teleportation network for anyone to use one day.”
“We might!” Madanach said gleefully. “Whereabouts in Solitude's good to build one? Means I can come and visit you more often. I've heard it's a lovely city – certainly looks it from a distance.”
“Absolutely not!” Elisif cried, scandalised. “You aren't setting up a teleportal in my city! Gods know what might decide to travel down it.”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 27.6
(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)“But how will you come and visit me in Markarth when I'm King?” Madanach said, looking most put out. “I was hoping to see lots of you! That's hardly going to happen when you're nearly two days journey away. I can't make the trip as often as I'd like these days, you know.”
“You're not going to be!” Elisif cried. “I – I mean, I can't... Madanach, I'm sorry, I can't help you get your land back.”
Silence. Madanach's smile had faded and he was just staring at her, quiet for now but giving the definite impression he might go for his axe at any moment.
“I see. Keirine. Karliah. Delphine. Leave us. Speak to no one of this.”
Keirine shook her head wearily but stalked out, feathers rustling faintly. Karliah, the Dunmer presumably, hesitated then followed. Only Delphine stayed, not moving an inch. Madanach glared at her as she shrugged, moving closer to Elisif.
“I don't answer to you, Madanach,” Delphine said calmly. Madanach narrowed his eyes before turning back to Elisif.
“Do you mind telling me why.”
“I have to save the world,” Elisif said, clenching her fists as she plucked her courage up. Madanach was less powerful than Alduin, surely. “I'm sorry, Madanach, but the dragons have to be dealt with first or you won't have a Reach to rule over. I know Delphine's probably told you I need to trap a dragon so I can find out how Alduin gets to Sovngarde, but the only place I can do that is the Jarl of Whiterun's palace, and he said no!”
“I thought he might,” Delphine said. “What was his price? He must know dealing with the dragons is important – did you want me to talk to him? I know Balgruuf, he'll listen to me.”
“It won't make a difference, not with the war still on,” Elisif said miserably. “Delphine, he won't help until Ulfric's dealt with! So I went to General Tullius to get his help, and he said no too! Says it'd be too costly in lives and coin to take Windhelm direct and I need to wait! Need to wait?? My husband's in Sovngarde, I can't just abandon him.”
Faint shadow flickering across Madanach's face as she said the word husband, but it was soon gone. Neither he or Delphine had reacted, just waiting for her to finish.
“So you came to me,” Madanach said. “Are you after my help?”
“What – oh! No, no, I'm not asking you to abandon your entire rebellion for me,” Elisif said, caught a little off-balance. “No, I... if I can't follow Alduin to Sovngarde by portal then I've only got one way left to get there. I was going to go to Windhelm and challenge Ulfric, and probably die trying because even if I won they'd never let me leave the city alive, and get to Sovngarde that way... only that means I can't help you because I won't be coming back, but Argis thought I should at least say goodbye...”
She'd had to look away as she said all this, seeing his entire demeanour growing stonier and colder as she spoke, and as her voice trailed off it occurred to her that if Madanach killed her right now, it would at least save her the bother of fighting Ulfric.
When he did speak, it was in a low growl that could have chilled lava, and even Elisif's inner dragon whimpered a little to hear it. Just one word, but not one you argued with.
“No.”
“What?” Elisif whispered, finally daring to look up into silver eyes filled with rage.
“I said no!” Madanach growled. “You do not get to leave me like that, Elisif! You aren't getting yourself killed!” He'd stepped forward, raising his hands and then his palms were cupping her face, eyes boring in to hers, and she wasn't entirely sure what was going on, only that he was furious, absolutely furious, but not attacking her either and Delphine wasn't doing a thing, just staring at them both.
“I don't have a choice!” Elisif cried. “I don't have an army!”
Grunt from Madanach that could mean anything and then he was lifting the Jagged Crown off her head, placing it gently on the table before patting her shoulder.
“Turn around. Walk to the tent entrance. Tell me what you see.”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 27.7
(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)“Don't worry, Dragonborn. I've got your back.”
With seemingly little choice in the matter, Elisif did as asked, walking to the tent entrance and staring out at the camp, tents stretching into the distance, soul gems perched on top of them and around the perimeter, magical shield hiding and protecting it, Forsworn warriors wandering around, the sound of singing and laughing, her Blades sitting around the fire, Argis calling excitedly to Karliah asking if she recognised him and Karliah stopping dead and crying out “Little Argis??? Shadows preserve me, look at you, you're all grown up! And who's this? Argis, don't tell me you've got a...”
“Karliah, this is Farkas, Farkas, this is Karliah, she's the one got me out of Markarth when the Stormcloak Shouted the gates in. Fancy an ale?”
“I would love one,” Karliah laughed, Farkas happily moving to one side and sandwiching her in between them as he passed her a mead bottle, Honningbrew from the look of it, although where the Forsworn had found a large consignment of Honningbrew's best from was anyone's guess.
“Well?” Madanach murmured into her ear, standing right behind her. “What do you see?”
“My Blades,” Elisif whispered, feeling tears in her eyes. Her companions and friends, comrades, protectors, allies, and she was abandoning them all.
“What else?” Madanach murmured, hands curling around her upper arms and did he really need to stand so close to her?
“Tents. Soul gems. At least three Hagravens, and why on earth I didn't kill you in Cidhna Mine, I don't know, because frankly I'm not sure you're a lot better than the dragons. Lots of Forsworn warriors. Skulls, Spriggan heads, goats' heads, an entire deer's head, neck and shoulders on a pair of mammoth tusks – Madanach, what is it with you people, can't you decorate your camps with nice things for a change?”
Soft chuckle from Madanach.
“I'm sorry, cariad, shall we go for flowers and pink ribbons instead, really put the fear of Sithis into people?”
“I can breathe fire, you know!” Elisif informed him, glaring over her shoulder at him, wondering why the insufferable man was smiling.
“You'll have to demonstrate later,” Madanach grinned. His voice softened as he looked back out at the camp. “Take a step back. Look at the whole thing. What do we have out there?”
Good question. What did they have, taken in its entirety? A Forsworn camp. A big one. Away from home, waiting for something, some sign to move, camped in hiding out in Eastmarch. Eastmarch... Ulfric's own Hold. Why had Madanach moved out to Eastmarch? This must be half the entire Forsworn out here. Half the entire Forsworn...
“An army,” Elisif whispered, pieces slowly slotting together. “You're laying siege to Windhelm. Except Ulfric doesn't know it yet.”
“Oh you are smart!” Madanach breathed, approving. “Yes, High Queen, we are laying siege to Windhelm. Except due to our smaller numbers and limited resources, we're going about it a little differently.”
“How long have you been planning all this?” Elisif whispered, trying to think how much time it would take to plan an operation this size. Even with the troops already there and just needing moving, it wasn't an overnight job. “Wait, have you been planning this since the jailbreak?”
“In a way.” Delphine was approaching, standing a few feet away, definitely grinning now. “And don't blame him, an awful lot of this was my idea. Not organising the Forsworn, no, but the idea of taking Windhelm, all the setting up needed to get it from an idea to a working operation in a matter of weeks, a lot of that was me.”
“What?” Elisif gasped, wondering how – why? - the Blades had got together and planned all this without her. “When were you going to tell me?”
“We thought you needed to concentrate on the dragons,” Delphine said, shrugging. “We needed to get everything ready first, but there was no need for you to be involved with that. We just need you for the actual uprising so it doesn't look quite as much like a horde of barbarians descending on an unsuspecting city and terrorising it into submission.”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 27.8
(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)More laughter from Madanach. “I really do like her, Delphine,” he said, grinning. “Elisif, cariad, don't worry. I've already made it very clear to the troops we are not here to pillage the place. We're taking it over, disposing of Ulfric and then we're claiming it for our own. For that, I will want it mostly intact so that when the Empire show up and want to know what in the Void's happening, I can trade it in for the Reach and they'll be impressed with what a good boy I've been.”
“You're insane,” Elisif gasped, turning to Delphine in the hope of some sanity coming from her. “Delphine, he's gone mad, that can't possibly work!”
“He's a little crazy but sometimes that's what you need,” said Delphine crisply. “He's also very bright and perceptive and it was him who told me he was worried about you. He seemed to think you missed Torygg so much, you secretly wanted to go to Sovngarde and join him and might decide to throw your life away in some misguided act of heroism.”
Raised eyebrow and a knowing look from Delphine, and Elisif felt herself blushing as she realised she'd been planning to do that very thing – not because she necessarily wanted to, but because she'd felt trapped in a corner.
Except the walls she'd been backed into had turned out to have a secret door in them. Slowly she finally met Madanach's eyes and saw him smiling gently at her.
“Well, machara, what do you say?” Madanach said softly, thumb gently running over her cheekbone. “Take the city with us, avenge your husband, bring the war to a grinding halt then go back to Balgruuf with Ulfric's severed head in hand and tell him you've sorted the Stormcloak problem out, and go to Sovngarde without dying, hmm?”
Elisif really wasn't sure what was wrong with her, because she was going to cry, she could feel the tears welling up, and honestly, it was all just so unexpected. Argis must have known when he brought her here, had to have been sent to keep an eye on her and bring her along when all was ready, and even though she could have hit him for keeping this secret, she was still touched. Maybe Madanach was mostly doing this for his own reasons, and gods knew what Delphine's motives were, but it meant she didn't have to die. She had a chance at surviving all this. Part of her felt like she was betraying Torygg for not wanting to join him yet, and it wasn't that at all, she missed him so much and always would... but for the first time in a long time, she realised she didn't want to die.
“Elisif?” Madanach was saying, sounding a bit guilty. “Elisif, cariad, don't cry, please.” He was wiping a tear away from her cheek, looking a bit horrified and Elisif guessed he didn't deal with crying women very often.
“I'm sorry,” Elisif whispered. “I just... you'd really go to all this trouble for me?”
“Oh believe me, my people and I are always ready to terrorise some Nords, don't worry about that,” Madanach laughed. “But if it stops you killing yourself, then that's a good thing indeed. Come on, you're one of the few Nords I've actually got time for, you can't die. I'd miss you.”
Elisif didn't think she'd ever see the King of the Forsworn pouting at her, or indeed anyone. But it did bring a smile to her face.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you so much!” She hugged him, hearing him gasp then put his arms around her, whispering she was quite welcome.
“Did you two want some time alone?” Delphine was looking very amused at the pair of them, and for some reason, Elisif found herself blushing. She let Madanach go, putting some space between the two of them.
“So this uprising then,” Elisif said firmly, deciding the time had definitely come to start doing the queenly thing and finding out what exactly her allies had been up to without her. “What have you planned and where do I fit in?”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 27.9
(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)Elisif didn't doubt it, although by this point she was getting a little sick of people making plans without her. Still, if it helped her keep her promises and save Skyrim, she'd go along with it. Just as long as she knew what was involved.
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Much later, when the sun had gone down and plans had been made and the camp were retiring to bed, Brynjolf found Delphine brooding quietly in their shared tent.
“Fancy a drink, lass?” Brynjolf asked, waving a bottle of Black-Briar mead at her. Tricky to get with the Rift occupied by Stormcloaks and the Forsworn being unwilling to sneak out there, but Brynjolf had his methods.
“No. But thank you,” Delphine said. Out of her armour now, lying in the furs in her underwear, brooding as she stared at the tent roof. Brynjolf couldn't say he was fond of the outdoor life, and Delphine hadn't had to camp out anywhere for years, but the camp wasn't quite as uncomfortable as Brynjolf had expected.
He settled down next to her on the furs.
“Still thinking about it, lass? Your little dragon problem?”
“What else?” Delphine sighed.
Ah yes. This. Ever since Erandur had arrived with word that Elisif had learned a Shout that made Alduin vulnerable but now needed to get after him to Sovngarde by means of a dragon trap, Delphine had started looking into assisting. Balgruuf was obviously never going to agree with Stormcloaks camped on his eastern border, but the Windhelm operation with the Forsworn should help with that. There was just the little matter of luring a dragon in the first place, and that job she'd given to Esbern to research. He'd found something for her too – but it had been the unexpected discovery he'd made alongside it that had been the problem. The discovery there was a dragon on top of the Throat of the World and that Elisif couldn't not have known about it.
“You're still going to make her kill him?” Brynjolf said, resting his head on one hand. “You honestly think she'll agree to it?”
Silence. Then a shrug.
“I doubt it. From what Aranea was willing to admit to, the Greybeard who told Elisif about Dragonrend and the Elder Scroll, in other words this Paarthurnax, is considered by Elisif to be a dear friend. She's not going to like the idea.”
“That's a problem,” Brynjolf said softly. “So assuming she's not going to murder one of her friends for you, is letting this one go an option? He's been up there for centuries not doing any harm.”
“That's not the point!” Delphine sighed. “He was Alduin's right hand once, he slaughtered humans in the thousands. Even if he betrayed Alduin and isn't just biding his time, how can we trust him? He's a dragon, they're all bloodthirsty monsters by their very nature. It's only a matter of time before his real self surfaces... and he's immortal.”
“So what are you going to do?” Brynjolf asked, genuinely a bit concerned to know where this was going. He wasn't intending to interfere, but a conflict in the Blades benefited no one.
“I don't know,” Delphine sighed. “I really don't. My oath as a Blade requires me to protect Tamriel, the Dragon blood and humanity from threats, and to rid Tamriel of dragons. I can't do that if there's one still hiding on the Throat of the World, and normally I'd insist Elisif do her job or forfeit Blades assistance.”
“But?” Brynjolf asked, sensing complications.
“But she's not just a Dragonborn, she's High Queen, a Jarl!” Delphine said, gesturing at the tent entrance and the Forsworn camp beyond. “More than that, she's got a lot of allies. Principally the one whose camp we're in, and whose army we're working with.”
“Now that's a problem,” Brynjolf said knowingly. “Lass, I hope you're not going to have a big falling-out with the lovely Elisif while we're surrounded by Forsworn. Because Madanach's a very dangerous man and it appears he's got quite the soft spot for our lass Elisif. I imagine Elisif would be very upset if you gave her an ultimatum over Paarthurnax, and if Elisif was upset... well, I imagine a certain warlord with access to all sorts of dark magical arts and an army full of fanatics would not be pleased about that.”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 27.10
(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)Bretons and their tea, and apparently the Reachmen felt the same. No daytime social occasion was complete without a cup of boiling water with plant leaves dipped in it, usually mountain flowers, sometimes the juice from juniper or snowberries, and in High Rock, adding moon sugar was very common. Not so much among the Reachmen though – apparently Skooma addiction had been rife thanks to former Cidhna Mine inmates, and the Matriarchs had taken a hardline on having anything moon sugar based available to the general Forsworn population these days. Keirine kept Witchmist's moon sugar supply under tight control and even Brynjolf didn't fancy robbing it. He had limits and stealing from a Hag that could warp time and space was one of them.
“So you're not going to do anything just yet then,” he said, steering the conversation back to Elisif. Delphine shook her head.
“Not yet. Not until this is all over and things are a bit less delicate. Let's sort the war and Alduin out and see where we all go from there.”
A good plan in Brynjolf's mind. He slipped under the furs and reached for her, drawing her into his arms, knowing that the one thing that could settle Delphine's paranoid, brilliant mind down was a good orgasm. He'd got every intention of providing one.
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Notes on the Rhanic:
Agar y agarma - blood of my blood
Tabion tolas bar - your son's coming home
Bion - boy, or son
Machara(i) - my friend(s)