It was a stereotypical Whiterun day, the market was buzzing with activity and although the sun was beaming down there was a slight chill in the air, although it was not unpleasant. It was almost midday, a sleeping habit Garik had picked up from life at the college. It was far too cold in the mornings and the sun actually didn’t appear till quite late in the day.
He about to head over to Carlotta’s stall when one of the companion’s whelps came rushing up to him.
“Arch Mage, the Companions would like to extend an invitation to a celebratory feast at Jorrvaskr in your honour.” The whelp handed him a letter.
Aela, her rounded script easily distinguishable from the other’s scratchy handwriting, wrote the letter. Garik mused over it for a bit and then eventually accepted. He sent word of his acceptance with the whelp and continued about his day.
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The time of the feast was approaching and Garik thought it would be appropriate to change into some more formal robes. He returned to his room and changed into his Arch Mage robes.
He soon left the inn taking all his belongings with him. He walked towards the legendary mead hall that he had once called his home.
When he stepped into Jorrvaskr it was typical feast fashion there was food, mead and decorations covering every table and corner of the hall. What was untypical of the situation was the lack of life in the hall and how there was almost no noise.
Aela rose from her position on the table. “Apologies Arch Mage Garik.” She said walking over to greet him “The rest of the companions have all gone to a Silver Hand camp that may be the largest one we’ve encountered yet.”
“Best of luck to them then.”
“Farkas wanted to run off, but I’ve made him stay. He may still be ill and he has to thank you most of all.”
“Aye.” Garik sat down and looked around the table. Even though most of the companions were missing there was still enough food to feed all of Whiterun, twice. He looked around the table, unable to decide what to have first.
“Oh, I had this made especially for you, Grilled Chicken Breast.”
“You remember by favourite dish.” Garik said with a smile. Aela nodded and handed him the plate. Farkas came out of the kitchens looking nervous. Garik didn’t notice him and he waited awkwardly for a confirmation nod from Aela before approaching.
He sat down next to Garik who didn’t seem to object and the three settled into an easy conversation.
The conversation was enjoyable and Garik didn’t feel awkward at all sitting so close to Farkas. They were simply three friends that were laughing and joking about everything that had happened. Garik remembered why he became a companion in the first place, for friendships like these and as much as he hated to think of it, he was reminded why he had fallen for Farkas.
“If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be back soon.” Aela said giving Farkas a wink as she walked down into the quarters.
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timeasmymeasure
Abandoned 12/?
Date: 2012-10-12 07:27 am (UTC)He about to head over to Carlotta’s stall when one of the companion’s whelps came rushing up to him.
“Arch Mage, the Companions would like to extend an invitation to a celebratory feast at Jorrvaskr in your honour.” The whelp handed him a letter.
Aela, her rounded script easily distinguishable from the other’s scratchy handwriting, wrote the letter. Garik mused over it for a bit and then eventually accepted. He sent word of his acceptance with the whelp and continued about his day.
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The time of the feast was approaching and Garik thought it would be appropriate to change into some more formal robes. He returned to his room and changed into his Arch Mage robes.
He soon left the inn taking all his belongings with him. He walked towards the legendary mead hall that he had once called his home.
When he stepped into Jorrvaskr it was typical feast fashion there was food, mead and decorations covering every table and corner of the hall. What was untypical of the situation was the lack of life in the hall and how there was almost no noise.
Aela rose from her position on the table. “Apologies Arch Mage Garik.” She said walking over to greet him “The rest of the companions have all gone to a Silver Hand camp that may be the largest one we’ve encountered yet.”
“Best of luck to them then.”
“Farkas wanted to run off, but I’ve made him stay. He may still be ill and he has to thank you most of all.”
“Aye.” Garik sat down and looked around the table. Even though most of the companions were missing there was still enough food to feed all of Whiterun, twice. He looked around the table, unable to decide what to have first.
“Oh, I had this made especially for you, Grilled Chicken Breast.”
“You remember by favourite dish.” Garik said with a smile. Aela nodded and handed him the plate. Farkas came out of the kitchens looking nervous. Garik didn’t notice him and he waited awkwardly for a confirmation nod from Aela before approaching.
He sat down next to Garik who didn’t seem to object and the three settled into an easy conversation.
The conversation was enjoyable and Garik didn’t feel awkward at all sitting so close to Farkas. They were simply three friends that were laughing and joking about everything that had happened. Garik remembered why he became a companion in the first place, for friendships like these and as much as he hated to think of it, he was reminded why he had fallen for Farkas.
“If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be back soon.” Aela said giving Farkas a wink as she walked down into the quarters.