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Re: Fire and Potions - 57/?

Date: 2014-11-24 05:21 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Translations at the bottom.

"Paarthurnax?" Therion wondered aloud, eyes marginally widening.

"An oddly grandiloquent name,” Farengar replied absentmindedly as he scanned the skies for the dragon circling somewhere overhead.

“This coming from ‘Farengar Secret-Fire’?” the mer asked with a chuckle, as he tucked in his white shirt and collected his armor.

After a moment of carefully listening, Therion paused, before drawing a deep breath.

STENFAH!

His bellow shook the walls of the bedroom, nearly jarring Farengar into the window he was looking through.

Caught off guard, Farengar whirled around to face Therion, the source of the upset. It was easy to forget that voice could contain so much power. The half-naked Altmer dawned his enchanted armor as though nothing extraordinary had transpired, pouring himself into the perfectly fitted leather. Farengar watched him dress in the muted morning light, filtering through the high windows, as he pondered over that voice which felled dragons and brought men to their knees.

Even half dressed, Therion looked impressive. He was poised, muscular, and a literal breath away from unleashing that incredible power from between his lips. For a strange and perplexing moment, Farengar couldn’t recognize him as the Therion he knew; that galling and mysterious elf who fascinated Farengar, often despite his best efforts. This Therion was a stranger whom looked impossibly unreal. Like a hero of legend from the old tales.

Invincible.

Reflexively, Farengar's eyes wandered over the jagged scars exposed above the elf's shirt. A stark reminder of Therion's frailty… and his mortality. He had the voice and soul of a dragon, but not the flesh of one.

Farengar tore his gaze away before Therion could notice. He had seen him scowling quietly at his scars when he thought the wizard wasn't looking.

“Someone you know?” Farengar asked when Therion didn't explain his shout or who Paarthurnax was. Disguising his jumbled and indistinct feelings of concern, he followed Therion downstairs.

The elf was grinning broadly in what appeared to be delighted surprise.

“Do you remember when I told you I have one friend in Skyrim?” Therion asked, before shaking his head and breaking into laughter. “Who do I think I’m talking to. Of course you remember. You probably remember the herb I picked during the conversation.”

“Blue mountain flower,” Farengar supplied without hesitation.

Therion glanced over at the wizard in curious amazement. Farengar’s memory never failed to astound.

“Well,” Therion said, pointing to the sky as he opened the door. "That’s him, there."

Farengar stared in wide eyed amazement, awed by the sight. A large, gold dragon soared majestically overhead, circling the skies with ease and indifference for the many arrows whizzing past its body.

“You shouted something to him," Farengar said eagerly, his eyes keenly locked skyward as he spoke. "What did you say?”

Therion admired the spirit of excitement shining in Farengar's eyes. Dragons, herbs, magic - when presented by anything of scholarly potential, he suddenly became alight with enthusiasm. Therion wanted to show him so many wonderful things and watch that light of intellect and discovery burn. His expression softened as he realized the likelihood he would live long enough to do so was fantastically low. Every day he lived felt like borrowed time. A future with Farengar was a wonderful, albeit unlikely, dream. He couldn’t help laughing out loud at the irony of it all. A mer worrying about outliving his human love. Ondolemar would probably chuckle at least a little, and he vowed to tell his cousin if they met again.

“A polite reply to his summons," Therion explained with a fond smile. "‘On my way’, or something to that effect. Paarthurnax has rigorously tried to explain the culture of the dov to me. Etiquette, especially.”

Farengar gave him a curious stare, perhaps tinged with jealousy.

“I’m trying to imagine you sitting on a mountain top, learning manners from a dragon,” he explained, sounding dubious.

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