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5+1 - Sheogorath and F!Dragonborn [4/6]
Date: 2013-10-19 06:09 am (UTC)-x-
No, Mira thought. I actually managed to put a civil war on hold. Now there’s no way around it, I can’t use the ‘Jarl doesn’t want to let me use his palace’ excuse anymore. We’re capturing a dragon. And then... well, we’ll see... Dragon first.
Of course Alduin had gotten away the first time. That really just sort of figured. Mira hadn’t had an ounce of good luck since she left High Rock.
Despite how much of a downside it was, the fact that the Jarl of Whiterun had agreed to her insane plan was also, she admitted, fairly lucky. It had all hinged on her ability to actually put off a civil war, but agreement was agreement.
Mira was as shocked as anyone when she actually got General Tullius and Jarl Ulfric to stop fighting. But she wouldn’t really call that a victory. Because it meant now she had to help capture a dragon.
She diverted first to Winterhold. Just south of the city was a shrine to Azura. A part of Mira couldn’t help herself. She had to ask for the Daedra’s wisdom.
She arrived just before dawn. The woman who tended the shrine was asleep. Just as well, Mira didn’t want to feel like she was disturbing the priestess, even though she was sure she’d be up before dawn to tend the shrine.
She held her hood tight in one hand as the wind and rain (more like sleet, something between snow and rain) nipped at her face. With her other, she dropped an offering of glow dust (something very hard to acquire in Skyrim) onto the alter. She knew it was a little early, not quite dawn, but hoped it would work nonetheless.
She kept her prayer short and silent. Wisdom or insight was all she would ask for, all she could ask for. It was rare that Mira asked anyone for help, especially deities of any sort, but she was nervous.
In moments, her robes were soaked through and she was shivering, so she stood, turned back to find her horse, and yelped when she came face to face with a Daedric Prince who was becoming far too familiar.
“What... are you doing here?” she hissed.
“I’d hope you know, mortal, that when you pray on a rainy night, there’s only one prince that hears you,” he said, voice low and slow and quiet, but just momentarily. “The one who remembered his brolly.”
She gave a blank look in response. “...What?”
“Seeking Azura’s wisdom, are you?” he asked, ignoring her question completely, something Mira really should just start expecting. “Your people really took to Her, didn’t you?”
“I… I suppose so?”
“No matter. She’s not listening right now anyway. Will My wisdom suffice?”
No, no, that sounds like a wretched idea. “Certainly. Can’t hurt, can it? … Don’t answer that. I do not want to know.”
He just stared her down. “You’re about to engage in a battle that will decide the fate of the world. Those don’t happen very often and your odds of survival are slim. Make sure your affairs are in order. Have a drink, prank a jarl, kiss a priest before you miss your chance. I’d suggest you try Greenmote but that won’t do good things for your battle prowess, and I doubt the dragon you have to kill will be understanding about that sort of condition.”
Now, Mira had no idea what ‘Greenmote’ was or why she’d want to kiss a priest of all people, but the gist of his advice was, while not what she was looking for, actually not bad at calming her nerves.
“Either you win or you don’t. It’s in your own hands now,” the Madgod added, “so try not to get killed. Do you know how hard mortal minions with dragon blood are to find?”
“Um… very?”
“And then finding one who’ll cooperate with a Daedric Prince is even more challenging,” Sheogorath went on, not even appearing to acknowledge that she’d said anything. He turned to stare right at Mira then. “And what are you still doing here? Don’t you have a clever trap to spring soon? You should be preparing for that!”
“I… I… yes!” she agreed quickly, sprinting down the steps, away from the shrine. Stealing a glance back up once she’d reached the bottom, she saw no trace of the Madgod.