When Garik woke the morning chill seemed far colder than usual. Pulling on the thickest enchanted robe he could find he began to pack for his first trip to Whiterun in almost five years.
He actually had to think for a moment to remember what the weather would be like at this time of year. He smiled sadly at how long it had been since he had been there. His house in the hold had been long since sold and Jon Battle-Born and Olfina Grey-Mane, nay Battle-Born had since moved in. Lydia had moved to the college for some time, then left to go adventuring on her own but was now a studying student of the arcane arts.
He made sure to pack everything he could possibly need for healing and everything that he knew would be needed for the cure. After an unusually slow pack Garik left his quarters and headed to the library to get the book he had referenced the last time he cured Blood Limb Blight.
He reached the courtyard and Vilkas was waiting at the gate leaning against the wall, with a pack at his feet and Faralda with a pack of her own was standing, arms crossed, beside him.
“Tolfdir is in charge until I return, you should stay.”
“Believe me Arch Mage, we’d all feel more comfortable if one of us went with you, we all remember what happened the last time you went questing alone.” Faralda said.
“Faralda, I’m not suggesting you stay I’m telling you as Arch Mage to stay. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” Garik snapped, Faralda a bit taken back by the sudden and uncommon outburst nodded before retreating to her place, guarding the bridge.
“Thank you, Gar-”
“I don’t need your thanks for doing my job.” Garik said simply before pulling his hood on as he began to walk.
The walk was eerily quiet with the only sounds being the wind and sometimes the odd dragon far off in the distance. Five years ago if Garik were in this situation he would have gone out of his way to hunt down those Dragons, whether it be with Vilkas or Farkas or Aela.
“I never picked you to become Arch Mage, hell I never even pictured you learning to throw a fireball.” Vilkas said in an attempt to make some conversation.
“I’ve changed a lot, Vilkas.” Garik said simply.
“I can see, well Aela will be glad to see you. Did you know your old home is the new home of the new Battle-Borns?”
“Yes, in fact I did. Jon Battle-Born wrote to me after I sold it to him for half the price it’s worth.” Vilkas raised an eyebrow
“So that part is true.”
“Making people happy and helping those in need is what I do, Vilkas, remember that.” The conversation died as Garik noticed his defences rising as the snow thinned.
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timeasmymeasure
Abandoned 5/?
Date: 2012-09-20 11:53 am (UTC)He actually had to think for a moment to remember what the weather would be like at this time of year. He smiled sadly at how long it had been since he had been there. His house in the hold had been long since sold and Jon Battle-Born and Olfina Grey-Mane, nay Battle-Born had since moved in. Lydia had moved to the college for some time, then left to go adventuring on her own but was now a studying student of the arcane arts.
He made sure to pack everything he could possibly need for healing and everything that he knew would be needed for the cure. After an unusually slow pack Garik left his quarters and headed to the library to get the book he had referenced the last time he cured Blood Limb Blight.
He reached the courtyard and Vilkas was waiting at the gate leaning against the wall, with a pack at his feet and Faralda with a pack of her own was standing, arms crossed, beside him.
“Tolfdir is in charge until I return, you should stay.”
“Believe me Arch Mage, we’d all feel more comfortable if one of us went with you, we all remember what happened the last time you went questing alone.” Faralda said.
“Faralda, I’m not suggesting you stay I’m telling you as Arch Mage to stay. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” Garik snapped, Faralda a bit taken back by the sudden and uncommon outburst nodded before retreating to her place, guarding the bridge.
“Thank you, Gar-”
“I don’t need your thanks for doing my job.” Garik said simply before pulling his hood on as he began to walk.
The walk was eerily quiet with the only sounds being the wind and sometimes the odd dragon far off in the distance. Five years ago if Garik were in this situation he would have gone out of his way to hunt down those Dragons, whether it be with Vilkas or Farkas or Aela.
“I never picked you to become Arch Mage, hell I never even pictured you learning to throw a fireball.” Vilkas said in an attempt to make some conversation.
“I’ve changed a lot, Vilkas.” Garik said simply.
“I can see, well Aela will be glad to see you. Did you know your old home is the new home of the new Battle-Borns?”
“Yes, in fact I did. Jon Battle-Born wrote to me after I sold it to him for half the price it’s worth.” Vilkas raised an eyebrow
“So that part is true.”
“Making people happy and helping those in need is what I do, Vilkas, remember that.” The conversation died as Garik noticed his defences rising as the snow thinned.