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Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.2
Date: 2014-04-18 12:02 pm (UTC)Weapons were raised again but Kaie waved them all away. “Don't worry. I don't blame you,” Kaie laughed. “I'd have done the same. Sharreela should have taught him better. You're not going to be able to go back for a while, but your sister will be relieved to know you survived. So, Shevawna, where've you been? Another camp? Markarth?”
“Not likely,” Shevawna said, thinking of the bounty on her head in Markarth. “I've been living wild, mostly. But I made a friend who had a request to take a letter to Matriarch Keirine so here I am...” She faltered, voice trailing off under Kaie's steely gaze.
“This friend. Who is it?” Kaie said, frowning at her. “And this letter, what's in it?”
“Keirine's eyes only,” Shevawna began, but Kaie had plucked it from her hands, feeling it.
“Nothing suspicious in here,” Kaie murmured. “No sign of any poison or magic. Not even a rune-seal, although...” She tapped the back of the envelope. “A wolf's head with a K in the jaws, drawn on the back. Like a rune-seal, if the sender didn't know how to cast one...” She frowned at Shevawna. “Search her,” she ordered her soldiers while she fanned herself with the envelope.
Shevawna meekly submitted as one of the women patted her down while the other went through her pack.
“Set of leather armour, a few septims and potions, otherwise nothing suspicious,” one finally reported back to Kaie.
“Septims and leather armour,” Kaie murmured, still looking suspicious. “You've been travelling outside the Reach. Why else have a spare set of clothes to avoid attention? Come, bring her. Let's see what our Matriarch thinks of her.”
The ranks of soldiers fell in behind her, all keeping a close eye on her. Swallowing and feeling more than a little nervous, Shevawna had no choice but to follow in Kaie's footsteps.
~~~~~~~~~~
Kaie led them through the Redoubt's winding passages, everyone saluting or disappearing as Kaie passed, then out into the Vale, a cold snow-bound mountain valley with a Nord ruin hiding at the end. Further up and into the stonework, and Hag's End itself loomed up ahead.
Keirine herself was sitting at a long table in the main room, going over some paperwork, trimmed claws on her right hand letting her hold a quill, not something Shevawna had ever seen Sharreela do. Keirine was cleaner too, silver hair rather than black, cleaned and brushed, and jet black feathers on her back, arms and hips gleaming in the firelight.
“Auntie!” Kaie called as she entered the room. The various witches in attendance took one look and made themselves scarce, all recognising Kaie. Keirine glanced up, sharp Hag features a little more human than Sharreela's but all the more frightening for that.
“Nieceling!” Keirine laughed. “Nice of you to drop by, I was about to write to you. And who's this? A new friend?”
“Not quite, but she's one of us,” Kaie said, dismissing the guards as she took the seat opposite Keirine. “Says she's got a message. From a friend of yours. Your eyes only.” She produced the letter and pushed it over the table, much to Keirine's alarm.
“Did you read this??” It became vastly apparent to Shevawna in that instant that Keirine was as keen as Kodlak for their correspondence to remain secret. Which lessened her fear of the First Matriarch considerably.
“Of course not,” Kaie said, but she seemed curious. “What's in it?”
“Never you mind,” Keirine snapped, slipping the envelope into a pocket before getting up and gliding over to Shevawna, actually smiling.
“Well now. My friend's found a messenger of his own. That's unexpected but pleasing. Ainta, yeena.”
Your name, girl. Slipping into the Reach-Tongue deliberately to ensure she really was one of them.
“Shevawna ap Carlona, formerly of Lost Valley,” Shevawna admitted, wondering if Keirine had heard of her too. Apparently so, for the old Hag laughed.
“Formerly is the word. Banned from the camp due to murdering someone who from what I hear deserved it anyway. Your former Matriarch's after your blood, young one.”
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.3
Date: 2014-04-18 12:03 pm (UTC)“No, why should I? Ironically, her attitude has sent you to somewhere you're of personal value to me. It's in no one's interests for you to come to harm, and definitely in my interests to have one of our own positioned out there. Of course, you won't be able to go back to Lost Valley, but you'll be welcome here and should you need to visit anywhere else in the Reach, just tell them your name's Mirela ap Cairine of Hag's End and that you work for me. That should get you anywhere you need to be.”
“You're letting her use that name?” Kaie said, incredulous, and Shevawna vaguely recalled Caradach the Scholar having married a woman of the Sundered Towers called Mirela.
“Yes,” Keirine said calmly. “Shevawna's going to be a regular visitor here in my service, I believe. So she gets a suitable name. Now, Shevawna cariad, you've come a long way and must be tired. You go make yourself at home out in the Redoubt, and we've got a spare bed in the quarters there when you want to go to bed. Don't worry about any trouble, you were brought in here and were allowed to leave, that'll be all the authority you need. Rest, eat, sleep, enjoy yourself and come see me in the morning, hmm?”
Dazed, Shevawna nodded. She'd just won the favour of the First Matriarch of the Forsworn. Just for delivering a letter. As she made her way out in search of food, she could have danced with glee. Looked like she had a place in the Forsworn yet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Next morning, Shevawna made her way back into Hag's End, feeling fed, rested, refreshed and very well taken care of indeed thanks to a young man called Kieran who'd kept her company the night before. He'd made her breakfast and cheerfully told her if she was ever in camp again and at a loose end to come find him.
Shevawna had made a mental note to do that very thing. It had been a while since she'd last had anyone in her bed. She'd missed it.
Now here she was feeling the post-sex euphoria fading as she made her way into Hag's End. One of the witches had directed her upstairs to Keirine's little lecture hall. Shevawna could hear Keirine talking with Kaie as she approached.
“You must tell him that,” Keirine was saying insistently. “An outsider will come, gold to his silver, a daughter of Sithis but lost in darkness despite having fire from the gods. He has to listen to her, has to go with her. The stars are aligned, child! If he doesn't leave that place now, he never will! He needs to bring his plans forward.”
“He was going to do it on Eithne's deathday,” Kaie said wearily. “Is that soon enough for you, auntie?”
“No!” Keirine snapped. “Ah, Void it, I can't see it clearly. Just her, the woman. He needs to listen to her and help her. We have her, it all just might work out. She sides against us, we lose everything. Soon, Kaie. It'll be soon.”
“I'll tell him,” Kaie promised. “But you know what he's like. You have to let him think it's his idea.”
“Bah,” Keirine growled. “I know all too well, stubborn man. But we shall see. He can sense power, I'm sure he'll at least realise she's special. Go on, get to Markarth. He'll need you.”
“Doesn't he always,” Kaie sighed. “All right, I'm going. See you soon, auntie.”
Footsteps and Shevawna had the wit to slip backwards and look as if she'd only just approached the stairs, having heard nothing. Kaie emerged, nodding thoughtfully as she passed.
“Morning, Shevawna. She's waiting for you. Old gods keep you,” Kaie said, nodding up to Keirine's room. Shevawna thanked her and entered, not needing telling to close the door behind her.
“Shevawna,” Keirine grinned, razor-sharp teeth glinting in the lamplight. “Welcome. I trust you had a good evening?”
“Oh, absolutely Matriarch,” Shevawna said without thinking, thoughts of Kieran going down on her still fresh in her mind, and Keirine cackled, clearly guessing exactly how her evening had gone.
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.4
Date: 2014-04-18 12:06 pm (UTC)“There you are. A response for our friend. Shorter than I would have liked, but it will have to do for now. So, girl. It seems you're going to be acting as courier for us – well, for him anyway. I can make my own arrangements for getting in touch with him if I wish.”
“Matriarch?” Shevawna said, confused. “I thought you said I was working for you...”
“You are, girl, you are,” Keirine purred. “And I need you based at Jorrvaskr, living as a Companion and doing whatever Kodlak needs you to. And when he needs you to bring word to me, you'll do that. For now, that's all you need to know – it's possible he'll tell you more. Well, Shevawna, can you do this?”
Shevawna nodded, still not sure she understood all this, but you didn't say no to a Matriarch, and definitely not the First Matriarch. The Hag hierarchy was very loosely defined and individual Hags would rise or fall in power, but there was very definitely a First and Keirine was very definitely it.... and not just because of her brother either. In fact, there were those who said that Madanach owed a great chunk of his rise to power to his powerful Hag sister. Shevawna was far too young to know anything about that, but she knew enough to know Keirine was not a woman you argued with.
“Yes, Matriarch,” Shevawna whispered, and Keirine smiled, flashing jagged teeth at her.
“Good,” Keirine purred. “Now go. And don't worry. Just settle in at Jorrvaskr, do what they tell you and try not to kill anyone there. They're not complete monsters, you know, Nords. They're not very bright on the whole but most of them aren't so bad.”
Shevawna nodded, surprised to hear a Matriarch say something like that – but Keirine was clearly a good deal brighter than most Hagravens, and Shevawna had to agree that they weren't all bad. Kodlak had treated her well, Farkas had seemed nice, Eorlund didn't seem to care about anything other than his smithing, and as for Aela... Best not to think too long about that or she'd never get anything done. Best not to think too long on Vilkas either, because he was smart. Too smart. Reachman smart and not too much taller than she was and...
“Yes, Matriarch,” Shevawna said, hoping Keirine hadn't picked up on her distraction.
“You have no idea what I just said to you, do you?” Keirine said, shaking her head. “Was it that Kieran, by any chance? Of course it was, he will flirt with anyone. Never mind. Go on, child. Go back to Whiterun. I'll reach you when I have need of you.”
“I will. Thank you, Matriarch,” Shevawna promised, taking her leave. So here she was, still a Forsworn, in service to the fiercest Matriarch of them all, and now the first ever Forsworn Companion of Jorrvaskr.
Wonders would never cease.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The journey back to Whiterun went smoothly enough, apart from the inconvenience of having to change clothes and equip a steel sword before actually approaching the city. The guards barely looked twice at her, apart from one mentioning she'd been seen in the company of the Companions.
“That's a honourable path you're on, friend,” he said, nodding as she passed, and Shevawna had just smiled and grinned. Yes, let them continue thinking she was honourable. They didn't need to know that no Forsworn ever bothered with niceties like fighting fair.
Then back to Jorrvaskr, and that was when things went wrong. First Skjor glancing up, seeming to sniff her and then shaking his head, tutting. Then Farkas looking up, confused and then frowning at her. Ria seemed pleased to see her, greeting her cheerfully, while Torvar looked up, tried to focus, failed and just said “hey! You're that one I didn't kill! Welcome back!”
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.5
Date: 2014-04-18 12:07 pm (UTC)“Bless you, you are a sweet and loving woman,” Torvar slurred, eyes crossing as he uncorked the bottle. “Here's to your health, my very good friend.”
Keirine had definitely been right about Nords. Shevawna smiled, gave him a thumbs up and headed for the quarters. Njada was pointedly ignoring her, but Athis greeted her cordially enough. Then Aela emerged from the courtyard and walked over with a smile which turned into a frown as she approached. But she didn't say anything, and Shevawna wondered what she'd done. Then Vilkas exited the quarters and it all promptly went to the Void.
He saw her, stopped in his tracks, sniffed, strode over and there was no doubt now, he'd definitely just sniffed her on one side, and then again on the other... and then he actually snarled, grabbing the front of her armour.
“How dare you??” Vilkas shouted. “How dare you walk into this place, a fellowship of honourable warriors, smelling like something out of some cathouse??”
“Get off me, Nord,” Shevawna shouted, hiding her fear behind a defiant front. Vilkas wasn't stupid, not at all, and even though he wasn't built like his brother, he was still strong, as evidenced by her dangling an inch off the floor while he roared right into her face.
“WHO WAS HE?” Vilkas screamed. “Was it someone in the city? One of the guards? Are you whoring yourself round all of Whiterun??”
He... what? What had he just called her? She knew the words, all the Forsworn did, hateful words used by outsiders to try and shame them for being who they were, and the women got the worst of it, as always... but no one had ever used them on her. Until now, and suddenly Shevawna felt actually frightened. But damned if she was showing it.
She raised her hands and placed them just so on his metal armour, and lightning flicked out into the metal. Vilkas screamed, in pain this time as the electricity caused him to reflexively drop her and stagger back, and Shevawna hastily cast mage armour and backed off, drawing a Forsworn sword from her pack... but by this time, the others had intervened, Skjor and Farkas dragging Vilkas away while Skjor shouted at him that that was enough, while Ria was at her side and Aela had positioned herself between Shevawna and Vilkas.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Shevawna, that's enough!” Aela cried, looking shocked. “We don't kill our Shield-Siblings over a dispute!”
“Did you hear what he accused me of?” Shevawna cried, feeling the blood starting to return to her cheeks. “I didn't do anything wrong and he just went crazy! As if it's any of his business who I sleep with.”
“She's right, Aela!” Ria put in. “That was a horrible way to treat someone! And he looked like he was really going to hurt her.”
Athis had also joined them, and now he was sniffing her too.
“Stop it,” Shevawna threatened. “I don't need every man in the place sticking their nose in here.”
“Just wanted to see if he was right,” said Athis, shrugging. “But you smell like you always did. Like juniper and n'wah.”
“Thanks,” said Shevawna tersely. Really, no one had told her real elves were quite this annoying, but he was backing off, hands raised and grinning.
Then everyone fell quiet as footsteps thudded up the stairs and Kodlak himself emerged, steely eyes surveying the scene.
“What happened?” he asked wearily.
As one, the entire hall started talking and Kodlak winced, raising his hands and calling for calm.
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.6
Date: 2014-04-18 12:11 pm (UTC)“Did you use Destruction magic on him??”
“He started it,” Shevawna said defensively. A defence that had never really gone down well with authority figures in the past and probably wasn't going to work now. Kodlak was shaking his head as he approached, then he stopped, nose wrinkling and then he was sniffing the air near her too.
“All right, that's it, you people have got to stop doing that or...!” Shevawna protested.
“I apologise,” Kodlak said quietly, taking a step back and turning to Aela. “Aela, what happened? Shevawna's been back five minutes and Vilkas picks a fight with her, why? Were there words exchanged?”
“No, Harbinger,” Aela sighed. “He took one look at her and started ranting about her dishonouring Jorrvaskr by whoring around. Then he grabbed her armour and I imagine that was when Shevawna panicked and cast magic on him to get him away from her.”
Kodlak nodded and to Shevawna's utter surprise, he actually looked sympathetic.
“Aye, I imagine she did,” he said quietly, then he turned to Vilkas, who at least had the decency to look ashamed of himself.
“Harbinger, I'm sorry,” Vilkas began. “I lost control, I know it was wrong, I just-”
“Not me you should be apologising to, is it?” Kodlak snapped, arms folded as he radiated disapproval. “Is she your lover – no, actually, I'm not sure that matters. For the love of Talos, man, we do not treat even our foes like that. Family and honour, Vilkas, that's how you were raised. Or at least I thought that's how we raised you. Maybe I was wrong.”
“I'm sorry,” Vilkas whispered, utterly cowed, and Shevawna felt the relief prickling down her spine as she realised it just might be all right after all – in fact she could get very used to seeing Vilkas cowed and humiliated and begging for mercy and... By Sithis, she really needed to get a grip.
“I'm relieved to hear it,” Kodlak growled. “Now apologise to Shevawna.”
“I – what?” Vilkas said nervously and Kodlak narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer.
“Apologise. To. Shevawna.”
Vilkas swallowed and turned to her, eyes staring at the floor.
“I'm sorry,” he said quietly. “I was out of order. It won't happen again.”
“It better not,” Shevawna growled and truth be told, she wasn't as calm as she felt – but at least it seemed everyone was taking it seriously, which was the opposite of what she'd heard about Nords. Maybe it was just Markarth's Nords who treated Reachwomen like chattel. “All right. I won't kill you... not this time.”
Vilkas nodded and turned back to Kodlak.
“Will that be all, Harbinger?”
“Not quite,” Kodlak said sombrely. “Go back to your room and pack your things. All of them.”
Audible gasps round the entire mead hall, and Farkas had actually cried out in terror.
“Kodlak, no!” Farkas gasped, reaching for his brother. “Please...”
Vilkas closed his eyes, head in his hands, but he gave in.
“If you think it's for the best, I'll leave,” he said quietly. “Just please, take care of my brother.”
“Fuck that, I'm coming with you,” Farkas said fiercely. “You're not leaving me.” Vilkas did smile at that, patting Farkas's hand as he squeezed his shoulder.
“Farkas, no reason you should lose your home as well,” Vilkas said, until Kodlak coughed, interrupting.
“You're not leaving Jorrvaskr. Not this time,” Kodlak said, faint smile on his face as both twins looked up, relieved.
“I'm... not?” Vilkas said hopefully. Kodlak shook his head.
“No. But you are moving into the living quarters. Vilkas, if you're going to lose control like that, I can't in all honesty have you representing the Companions or serving as an example to the younglings. One who acts as a whelp is going to be treated as one, Vilkas. You're out of the Circle until the rest of us are agreed you've earned your place back.”
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.7
Date: 2014-04-18 12:13 pm (UTC)“Guess I'm getting a new trainer then,” Ria said quietly, then she gasped as the implication sank in. “By the Almighty Eight, I'm getting a new trainer! Eeehee! I wonder who it'll be? I was hoping for Aela, but Vilkas said she can't train me in long blades.”
“Long blades? What, like those roketeenai the twins like?” Shevawna asked, using the Forsworn word for two-handed weapons without thinking. Amazingly, Ria actually guessed the meaning.
“No, anything bigger than a dagger,” Ria sighed. “I was trying to learn how to use a greatsword but I just can't get the hang of it...”
“Ach, don't trouble yourself with those big grondlannai,” Shevawna said, patting Ria on the back and secretly thanking Anu that Ria wouldn't know she'd just used the rather more vulgar word for a greatsword. “Train with me, I'll show you how to drinia-dau like one of us. That's, you know, with one in each hand.”
“Really?” Ria breathed, delighted. “You'd do that?”
“Of course!” Shevawna said, smiling. “We Dim-Admorai must stick together, right?”
“Dim what?” Ria said, suspicious.
“Not Nords,” Shevawna explained. “I mean, I know you're not a Reachwoman, but you sort of know what it's like, right? Being surrounded by Nords but not really part of it.”
“Kind of,” Ria said guardedly but she did smile a little. “You're on with the training though.”
Shevawna smiled, feeling a lot happier. It looked like things were going to be all right. Even if Vilkas's demotion did mean she'd be sharing a room with him... and that made her heart plummet.
“Shevawna,” Kodlak called, and that got her attention. He was beckoning her over, looking grim. Ria patted her on the shoulder.
“It'll be all right,” Ria whispered. “You didn't do anything wrong!”
“And if it does, don't worry, we'll be waiting,” Athis added. “You can always complain about Nords to me, n'wah.”
“Thank you,” Shevawna whispered, before glancing over her shoulder at Imperial and Dunmer and Definitely Not Nords, not now. “I'd never kill either of you.”
“I'd hope not,” Athis growled and Ria just smiled nervously and raised her fist with the thumb pointing up, which Shevawna assumed was some sort of Cyrodiil sign of friendship or good luck. She hoped so anyway. In the Reach, vowing not to ever kill someone was the first stage of making friends.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kodlak led her down into Jorrvaskr's lower floor, empty aside from the sound of angry thuds from Vilkas's room. Shevawna instinctively shied away from the sound. Vilkas was dangerous, probably the most dangerous one here. Not necessarily the strongest warrior or the bravest... but the most dangerous. Because he was bright like a Reachman and passionate like one too, but not at ease with himself like a son of the Reach, no. He was a man at war with himself and men like that usually found a way to wage that war on others. And he'd chosen her.
The thought made her shiver. But Kodlak was here and he at least seemed to be on her side. He opened the door to his room and held it open for her. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she went inside.
Kodlak closed the door behind him and leaned up against it, arms folded, glaring at her, brow furrowing.
“I hope you appreciate this, lass,” he growled. “Vilkas and Farkas were brought here as young boys by their father, they grew up here. Jergen and I practically raised them. Having to do that to him broke my heart.”
“He should count himself lucky,” Shevawna countered, her fear still not entirely gone, and Kodlak was after all bigger than her and blocking the door. “I killed the last man who laid hands on me like that.”
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.8
Date: 2014-04-18 12:15 pm (UTC)“Well, I'm glad you did,” Shevawna said, finally feeling brave enough to take the other chair and join him. “I know you and the Matriarch are friends, and I would not kill a friend of hers for anything, but even if you were not... I do not think I would kill you.”
“Thank you,” Kodlak said, inclining his head in a way that told he knew what the Forsworn meant by that. “Now, are you all right?”
Shevawna nodded, although she was by no means sure of that. Kodlak didn't look convinced either but he didn't push the point.
“If it's any consolation, it is not entirely Vilkas's fault,” Kodlak sighed. “Nor is it yours, I hasten to add – you are not his lover and you did not know, and if you wish to enjoy someone else's freely given companionship, that's no one's business but yours. Was it anyone in the city, out of interest? I need to make sure Vilkas doesn't do anything foolish that will involve embarrassing conversations with the Jarl.”
Privately, Shevawna felt that if Vilkas did beat up innocent citizenry, it was entirely his own fault, but she didn't want to embarrass Kodlak either.
“No, it was someone at Keirine's camp,” Shevawna sighed. “He was nice and could sing and offered to cook me dinner. So I stayed in his tent, and I don't regret a thing.”
“Nor should you, you're only young once,” Kodlak laughed. “Don't let Vilkas's reaction put you off, the rest of us don't care what you get up to on your own time. Alas, I fear Vilkas may have had intentions towards you and realising you'd been with someone else... prompted an unfortunate overreaction.”
Could have been quite unfortunate for Vilkas if the others hadn't stepped in, but that did beg the question... how had he known? She asked Kodlak this, wondering what had given it away.
“Ah, well, you see, Vilkas is labouring under a... condition,” Kodlak said, coughing rather awkwardly. “One of the side effects is heightened senses – I imagine he could smell the scent of the other man on you. One of the other effects is heightened emotions. Sometimes it clouds his mind and he does not entirely know himself. He was always a boy of strong emotions, a gentle poetic soul at heart – but his father wanted a warrior and drove Vilkas hard. I did what I could to amend the damage but alas, I fear I've not done as well as I could wish. Now he is a grown man, and he's acquired an affliction that takes all that and makes it worse. It takes all his strength to keep it at bay... but sometimes it slips.”
Acquired an affliction. Shevawna recognised a euphemism when she heard one. That was what people would say when prisoners got out of Cidhna Mine and came home, pale, gaunt, shadows of their former selves, terse and argumentative and fearing sunlight and wide open spaces and craving Skooma and arguing with everyone. Sometimes they settled and were able to return to something close to a normal life. Sometimes they took their fury out on the Nords and found peace through death. Others took the Briar, accepting the loss of emotions that burned and burned and wouldn't stop as a price worth paying – a benefit in fact.
Others managed none of that and had to be put down. Shevawna had seen it happen, the first time as a small girl of five asking her mother why Rhysan was being executed.
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.9
Date: 2014-04-18 12:28 pm (UTC)But Shevawna couldn't really think about that now. All that was Keirine's problem, both a political and a deeply personal one. Shevawna was more concerned about Vilkas.
“Is he a Skooma addict?” she asked, bluntly. Everyone agreed those who admitted they had a problem had the best chance of survival. She wasn't sure if Vilkas was one of those or not. Although she'd never heard of Skooma enhancing one's senses...
“Not Skooma, no,” Kodlak sighed. “I almost wish it were, that I might be able to treat with your Matriarch's help. No, it's... something else. I don't think I can speak of it now, but... well. Never mind. I work with what I have, and I will not let Vilkas lose himself. Nor do I wish to see you or anyone else here come to harm because of him, don't worry. Let me think on what is to be done. In the mean time, you are clearly here, so do you have a letter for me?”
A hint of eagerness in his eyes and Shevawna kept her grin to herself as she handed it over. Well now. Someone had a fetish for Hagravens, it seemed. An unusual, almost blasphemous one, and yet there were stories of Hags entertaining themselves with captives, or with their Briarheart warriors. There were also stories of impressionable young men, and sometimes women, who became perhaps a little too fascinated with their Matriarchs. No one ever really explained what happened to those foolish enough to make their preferences known, but it was always implied it was... unpleasant.
Perhaps that wasn't always so – or perhaps Kodlak liked it that way. Shevawna decided no good would come of speculating, although the expression in his eyes did rather give things away. Sadness, but a wistful smile.
“So she wants us to keep you, and for you to do courier duty more often,” Kodlak mused. “She seems rather impressed by you at any rate. I think that's probably a good thing. In that case, you can stay. I can't make you officially a full Companion quite yet, but I think we can accommodate you. Rest and enjoy yourself tonight. Tomorrow, your weapons training starts in earnest.”
Weapons training. As if. She already knew what to do with both sword and axe, and she wasn't a bad shot with a bow either. Never mind. She'd show them. The Reach did not breed weaklings.
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A/N: Oh dear, poor Vilkas. Not entirely his fault, the beast blood is constantly eroding the poor man's self-control, but all the same, Vilkas you idiot. Never mind. He'll have his chance to redeem himself.
Notes on the Rhanic:
Ortallan - outsider
Ainta - your name
Dim Admorai - Not Nords
Roketeenai - two handed weapons, based on keteen (compensation) and ro (over)
Grondlann - greatsword, based on lann (sword) and I'm not translating the rest, but let's just say it's the unsubtle version of roketeen.
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.9
Date: 2014-04-18 03:58 pm (UTC)Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.9
Date: 2014-04-18 09:51 pm (UTC)Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.7
Date: 2014-04-22 02:27 pm (UTC)First of all this is a lovely fill so far. I won't add to the Aela/Vilkas battle of the favorites. I just wanted to say I read everything I can find written by you. This is really nice as always. One question to A!A have you written any prompts? I admit I stole the idea to ask from another fill. But it got me thinking, since I enjoy your fills so much maybe I can write something for you? Let me know and i'll see what I can do. The only thing while I enjoy reading all types of fills, I can only write convincing smut if its het. Anything else readers would see through really fast. So anyway the offer is genuine what do you think?
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.7
Date: 2014-04-22 08:51 pm (UTC)Elisif/Farkas: skyrimkinkmeme [dot] livejournal [dot] com [slash] 4295 [dot] html?thread= 6861255 # t6861255
Vignar/Brill which I know is slash but a smut-free non-sexual fill would be fine for it. skyrimkinkmeme [dot] livejournal [dot] com [slash] 4580 [dot] html?thread= 8330980 # t8330980
There's been the odd other one but clearly if I can't remember what they were, I wasn't that bothered. :)
Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 3.7
Date: 2014-04-22 11:15 pm (UTC)