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Daughter of the Reach 4a/4

Date: 2014-04-13 08:31 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Daughter of the Reach: Snakeblood
Oh gods, he’d poisoned her.

Niamh’s giggly behaviour disappeared when the fresh air hit her. In his panic, Vilkas carried her towards the first exit he could find, only to realise he’d taken her further from civilisation and to the wrong side of the Falkreath lake.

“What sort of fool leaves poison in such fragile vials?” He growled, “And where is your armour?” A sickly sweat began to weep from her skin and Vilkas began to make his way down to the water’s edge, carefully cradling her limp body in his arms

He’d been an absolute fool to take her into the Barrow wearing only a few scraps of clothing and he cursed at himself for not insisting she at least wear leathers. It had been stupid to assume that she could look after herself, this little girl who relied too much on magic and had no endurance what so ever. She was not a werewolf like Aela, or even a warrior like Ria or Njada. Had she been a whelp, fresh faced and new to the Companions, he’d have never let her out of Jorrvaskr until he was certain she could at least handle a blade. Vilkas wasn’t even sure if she’d even held a weapon.

“You know, a sword would be a kinder death.” She coughed and shrugged out of his arms as he began to lie her down next to one of the pines by the lake.

“I did not mean…. This was an accident.” How could he even apologise? He’d thrown her onto a bag of poison, there were still glass shards in her leg, he could smell the infected blood pooling around the wound and dripping onto the grass. “Do you know what can cure it?” He asked, feeling desperate. “Anything.”

“I’d ask for the beast blood,” She said, and his blood ran cold. “But I don’t like hunting.” Niamh cracked a smile as her skin bleached to an ashen grey and she doubled over.

“That’s not funny.” He said quietly, not wanting to have to face that sort of consequence. “The curse is not something you give to a child lightly.”

“How old do you think I am?” She asked, her eyes narrowing before she winced and clutched at her stomach, rolling onto her side so she could curl into a ball. “And you were not so stupid as to destroy my antidotes, I will be fine.”

“You do not look it.” He hovered around her. Her skin remained slick with sweat and her fingers trembled as she fumbled about with another, smaller pouch that she’d somehow hidden within the furs of her loin cloth. Vilkas’ eyes followed her hands, and he quickly averted his gaze when the tanned skin of her inner thigh became exposed.

“Says the man who thinks I am a child.” With a great shuddering heave, Niamh pulled herself up into a sitting position and didn’t seem to notice the blood that ran down her leg and stained her skin and furs. “Have you what we were looking for?”

It took a moment for Vilkas to realise what she was talking about, and his gut twisted when he realised that in his panic he’d forgotten all about it. “I…”

Niamh rolled her eyes and slumped back into the pine she was resting against. “You stupid fool.”

“Says the woman who walks naked into a fight! Had you been wearing proper armour-“

“Proper armour?” She raised an eyebrow at him and began to fiddle with the cork of a little bottle she’d pulled from the pouch.

“Iron, Steel, gods! Even Leather would be better than the undergarments you’ve been running about in!” Vilkas motioned to his own finely made suit and she tilted her head to one side, as though trying to understand.

“What are undergarments?”

Vilkas’ eyes wandered to her hips at the implication before he caught himself and felt the blood run to his face. The blank look on her face was too innocuous for her to be teasing him he decided, but the anger that the wolf had been fanning before now vanished. “Truly woman? You do not know what taxes are or undergarments?”

His words were meant to make her defensive, but she simply shrugged and handed him the vial that she had been fiddling with. “Do not tell me then, open that.”

“What is it?” He asked, pulling the cork off easily and smelling it. Honey and thistle pollen made his nose twitch and he handed it back to her.

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