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Struggle (7c/?)
Date: 2013-03-13 10:20 pm (UTC)"Please, let us pass." Ysolda spoke. "My sister lives just over these hills, and she's very ill. I must see her."
"A likely story," The Justiciar stepped forward, blocking Ysolda's way. "Does this sister of yours happen to be a worshiper of Talos?" He sneered. "Living so close to a shrine of Talos, she must be."
"She is not." Ysolda answered firmly. "She is merely a poor farmer." Ysolda thought her story would be a good one, but the Justiciar's eyes seemed to pry into her soul. It was as if he somehow knew she was lying. She didn't like the way his guards looked at her, either. But she needed to stand strong, for Raven, if for no one else.
"You know," The Justiciar's sneer turned to a smirk once more. "We just came from over those hills, and we saw no cabins or farmland." Shit, Ysolda thought. They really did know that she was lying.
"She's in a grove of trees, very secluded. You likely would not have seen it." The implication that the Thalmor were not paying attention to their surroundings seemed to anger them, and the Justiciar fiercely grabbed her chin. She winced, his bony fingers digging into her skin.
"I think you're lying. Do you know what we Thalmor do to liars, and heathens?" He asked.
"Let go of her!" Marcurio snarled, a hand beginning to crackle with lightning. The Elven guards drew their blades.
"Marcurio, stop!" Ysolda said firmly, though her voice shook with her body. "It's all right. I did not mean any insult in my words." The Justiciar held her there for a moment longer, staring into her eyes, searching for anything that would give him enough cause to arrest her.
"Hmph. Just remember, girl, that the Thalmor are always watching." His voice lowered, the smirk soon returning as he looked over her body. "And we have ways of finding out what you really are." He let go of her, signaling his guards to sheathe their weapons and follow him, leaving Ysolda and Marcurio alone in the wilderness.
"If Raven were here," Marcurio muttered. "He would've slit that bastard's throat." He moved to Ysolda. "Did he hurt you?" He asked, genuinely concerned. Ysolda shook her head.
"Thank you for coming to my defense. But, remember what Elisif said. They were looking for any reason to take us captive. But when you treat them with respect, and don't lash out, there's nothing they can do to you." She looked over the hills, and she could see the cave where the shrine should be. "Let's go. It's not much further now."
They arrived at the shrine with no further interruption. She knelt before the statue of Talos, and looked up at his face as she delicately placed Torygg’s Horn in front of the shrine.
"I give to you a tribute from Jarl Elisif the Fair," she began her prayer. "Please watch over her husband, High King Torygg, and protect his people and Elisif as if they were your own children." She reached into a satchel on her hip, and removed twenty septims. She then removed her wedding ring, to Marcurio's surprise.
"What are you-" She hushed him, and he stepped back, giving her peace.
"This is from me. Ysolda, of Whiterun. Wife of Raven, the Dragonborn." She placed the ring and the gold in a small silver dish before the shrine. "I know it’s not much, but I hope this offering can show you how much I care for my husband. We have been troubled recently. I was going to sell this ring in an attempt to fix the problems we've been having." Marcurio let out a small gasp at that revelation.
"Raven's undying loyalty to me, and to his friends, reminded me that some things are worth more than gold. If I should give this ring to anyone, it should be given in tribute to a Divine, because the Divines are the only beings that can know the worth of something that is priceless. Please accept my tribute, and watch over Raven. As a fellow Dragonborn, he needs your guidance and favor now more than ever. Please, guide him to a full and speedy recovery, and give me the strength to handle whatever struggles may come our way."