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Call of the Blood 4.4/?

[(Anonymous)]

I didn't sleep that night. I spent the night in the Hall, staring into the dying embers of the fire pit lost in thought. That was, in hindsight, a mistake. Aela came looking for me before dawn, instructing me in no uncertain terms to get dressed in my new armour and get ready for training. The first day of training as a 'proper' Companion was exhausting. I had never had to train like this, my time in the Thieves Guild had had a more 'hands on' approach to improving one's skills. It had begun with a run around the walls of Whiterun, still scarred from the battles, five times. Five times! In armour. Armour!The Circle had run round it for longer and at a faster pace. It was almost inhuman, probably a side-effect of the Beast-blood, and I wondered what exactly I had let myself in for.

But if it helps me defeat Alduin then it's worth it.

Next came sword work and I soon found that without my thief skills and access to my fledgling magicka I was at a distinct disadvantage. After having my ass handed to me for the third time in a row by a grinning Athis I had come to the conclusion that I had allowed myself to get complacent. I had been a mostly self-taught swordswoman and whilst Lydia had already begun correcting my many technical errors, like how to hold the bloody thing properly in the first place, I was hardly a seasoned warrior.

Which is why I'm here. I need to start taking this Dragonborn calling seriously.

The realisation spurred me to continue on, ignoring my aching body, moving to the practice dum-mies to work on my cuts. I had been training for hours now, under the wan midday sun. The others had moved over to the benches for a quick snack, inviting me to join them but I shook my head and carried on, wanting results. Now.

Patience was never my strong point.

Sweat was pouring off me but it felt good, honest. An unusual feeling. A hour or so later I paused in my cutting exercises to grab a drink of water when I spotted the two brothers, who I'd internally nicknamed Grumpy and Happy, talking together under the eaves of the porch, Grumpy casting a disapproving eye over my training.

Bored now.