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Re: Fire and Potions - 28/?
Date: 2014-07-06 04:56 am (UTC)Lorgren quietly skipped rocks on the river and Therion enjoyed the quiet. The peace lasted less than a minute.
“How old are you?” Lorgren asked.
Therion looked heavenward, silently asking Auriel to grant him patience.
“Why do you wish to know?” he replied with disdain, slipping on his new small clothes and trousers.
“Well, if you were human, I’d say you were, mmm, early to mid twenties? And some people say elves live to be a thousand!” Lorgren said. “So, how do you guys age, is my question, I guess.”
“I’m cutting you off,” Therion said, buttoning his shirt. “You get one last question, and then I’m no longer obligated to answer anything. Are you sure you want to use your question on mer aging?”
Lorgren thought for a moment and then nodded.
“I’m one hundred thirty four. If you raised a mer and a man side by side, they would reach puberty and adult life with no difference. Once a mer reaches adulthood, their body ages dramatically slower to what you’re accustomed to. You could liken your decades of life to our centuries, but only in changes of outward appearance. Mentally we develop the same as men, which is to say, a thirty year old mer is every bit as mature, as a thirty year old man, and he is treated as such. As for living to a thousand, it happens as rarely as a human lives to a hundred. It isn’t impossible, but it’s unlikely. Living to eight hundred is a grand achievement. Disease, war, violence, and just plain bad luck are likely to strike a mer dead long before old age has the opportunity.”
Therion shook the water from his armor and tossed it over his shoulder.
“Speaking of age,” Therion said as they began their walk back to the inn. “I have a difficult time believing you’re old enough to be in the Imperial Legion. Did you sneak your way into the army?”
“I’m just short,” Lorgren protested, folding his arms and scowling. “It’s completely unfair. Everyone thinks I’m a kid.”
“Maybe if you didn’t sulk like one,” Therion began with a smile when his ears suddenly perked up. “Move,” he said, pushing Lorgren aside as he stepped back from the dirt road. A rider tore around the corner a moment later, pushing their horse at full speed.
The rider dismounted outside the inn, quickly nailed a paper to the door, and then was off again. Lorgren ran over to investigate the document, Therion following quickly behind him.
“There’s been a Forsworn attack on Markarth!” Lorgren read aloud, eyes wide. “The Jarl of Solitude, Lady Elisif the Fair, is dead.”
Re: Fire and Potions - 28/?
Date: 2014-07-09 12:07 am (UTC)Re: Fire and Potions - 28/?
Date: 2014-07-13 11:48 pm (UTC)