He opened his mouth to snarl at her, then reconsidered. She didn't understand. How could she understand? She may have driven off Alduin, but the consequences hadn't reached her yet and he silently prayed they never would. He looked at her, this age's hero, so convinced of her own immortality and so very, very, young.
“To defeat Dagoth Ur, I had to break the source of his power,” he said, voice low and flat. “It was one of the cornerstones of reality, and destroying it broke the Tribunal's power as well. Dagon's armies invaded, and I wasn't there. Lie Rock fell, and I wasn't there. I was needed, and I wasn't there...” His voice dropped, barely noticing the spoon bending in his grip. “How can I face the Dunmer after that?”
...I swear before all gods and men, before all spirits, visible and invisible, before your honour and my own...
Felyse fell silent, taking the spoon from his hand to give the glop in the cooking pot another cursory stir. Then she said, ”You are really overdramatic, you know that?”
“I was under oath, Dragonborn. Just as you are. I fulfilled the first half, but I couldn't have stuffed the second half harder if I tried.” He was being childish, he knew, but it had been entirely too long since he'd had a good old-fashioned snit.
“Would it kill you to use my name?” She glared in his general direction. “If I'm the Dragonborn, you don't get to not be the Nerevarine.”
A startled laugh forced its way out, and he shook his head ruefully. She was right, even if he didn't want her to be. ...But maybe it's time for a change. Time for something young and new... maybe young folks like you should try some new ideas...
Well. Things had certainly changed. Time for new ideas.
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Re: Hunter and Moon [4/?]
Date: 2015-02-26 04:52 pm (UTC)“To defeat Dagoth Ur, I had to break the source of his power,” he said, voice low and flat. “It was one of the cornerstones of reality, and destroying it broke the Tribunal's power as well. Dagon's armies invaded, and I wasn't there. Lie Rock fell, and I wasn't there. I was needed, and I wasn't there...” His voice dropped, barely noticing the spoon bending in his grip. “How can I face the Dunmer after that?”
...I swear before all gods and men, before all spirits, visible and invisible, before your honour and my own...
Felyse fell silent, taking the spoon from his hand to give the glop in the cooking pot another cursory stir. Then she said, ”You are really overdramatic, you know that?”
“I was under oath, Dragonborn. Just as you are. I fulfilled the first half, but I couldn't have stuffed the second half harder if I tried.” He was being childish, he knew, but it had been entirely too long since he'd had a good old-fashioned snit.
“Would it kill you to use my name?” She glared in his general direction. “If I'm the Dragonborn, you don't get to not be the Nerevarine.”
A startled laugh forced its way out, and he shook his head ruefully. She was right, even if he didn't want her to be. ...But maybe it's time for a change. Time for something young and new... maybe young folks like you should try some new ideas...
Well. Things had certainly changed. Time for new ideas.