“I didn’t say anything” Kohl shook his head. Rowan shrugged, guessing it was the wind and continued flipping through the pages. The pages seemed as if they would fall apart any minute yet the cover seemed new. Rowan closed the book abruptly and took the book with her as the two trudged up the hill. Upon returning to their camp, Kohl made a light dinner of rabbit stew so as to sell the deer they bagged that day. As the sun disappeared, the fire from their camp illuminated the area around them. Kohl stared blankly at the fire, strumming on his prized Imperial Lute, while Rowan flipped through the book from before. Although she couldn’t read the ancient text the words seemed…. soothing. She knew some had learned the old languages of the dragons and made use of the power of The Voice but it took years to master. Only two people in recent history had mastered The Voice; Ulfric Stormcloak and the Dragonborn. She came upon a set of vertically scrawled lines and dashes no different than the rest of the words but something took her aback. The word seemed to stand out to her. Rowan closed the book with so much apparent force that Kohl was surprised. Rowan stood up, rounding the fire and standing before Kohl. Silently she stripped off her hide armor until she was in her small clothes. Kohl looked and confused. Rowan placed her hands on the side of his face and brought their lips together. Why was she doing this? She had feelings for the burly Nord but she was never one to act on her feelings? Kohl put his arm around her and dragged the two back towards his tent.
The next morning sunlight drifted through the hide tent. Kohl buried his nose on Rowan’s next. His breath waking her up.
“Good morning” he said happily. “Now that you’re done ravishing me, mind telling me what brought that on?” Rowan was silent. She didn’t know.
“I mean I know you’ve lusted for me since the day we met” Kohl smiled. “But that wasn’t something I’d expect you to do”. Rowan leaned up to look at Kohl.
“And what do you expect me to do?” she whispered.
“I don’t know” Kohl said bringing his lips closer to hers. “Steal glances at me for a few months, hoping I got the message”. Rowan chuckled and kissed him.
“Skyrim is different than High Rock” Kohl said pulling back. “If you want someone, you ask them. There’s no tradition that says the man must ask the female”. Rowan placed her hand on his chest.
“Come on” she patted his chest. “We have to get up. Got to get this haul to town”. Kohl nodded reluctantly and helped the Breton into her clothes. The two ate quickly, this time sitting next to each other, and packed up their camp. Kohl volunteered to pull the wagon with their catch.
“So what’s up with you and that book?” Kohl asked after several minutes of silence. “You were bent over that thing all night”. Rowan smirked.
“I wasn’t bent over it all night….” she said seductively. Kohl chuckled.
“I mean it’s just an old book. We should probably give it to Zaria when we get back to town”. Rowan frowned and looked down at the book cradled in her arms.
“I like it” she said. “It’s my own little piece of history”. A few hours later they pulled into Falkreath, the sun setting in the distant. Kohl stopped the cart right outside of Gray Pine Goods and rushed in to stop the two Nord owners from closing. Rowan sat down on the boardwalk in front and opened the book, scanning the ancient text.
Tales of Falkreath: The Book (Part 2)
The next morning sunlight drifted through the hide tent. Kohl buried his nose on Rowan’s next. His breath waking her up.
“Good morning” he said happily. “Now that you’re done ravishing me, mind telling me what brought that on?” Rowan was silent. She didn’t know.
“I mean I know you’ve lusted for me since the day we met” Kohl smiled. “But that wasn’t something I’d expect you to do”. Rowan leaned up to look at Kohl.
“And what do you expect me to do?” she whispered.
“I don’t know” Kohl said bringing his lips closer to hers. “Steal glances at me for a few months, hoping I got the message”. Rowan chuckled and kissed him.
“Skyrim is different than High Rock” Kohl said pulling back. “If you want someone, you ask them. There’s no tradition that says the man must ask the female”. Rowan placed her hand on his chest.
“Come on” she patted his chest. “We have to get up. Got to get this haul to town”. Kohl nodded reluctantly and helped the Breton into her clothes. The two ate quickly, this time sitting next to each other, and packed up their camp. Kohl volunteered to pull the wagon with their catch.
“So what’s up with you and that book?” Kohl asked after several minutes of silence. “You were bent over that thing all night”. Rowan smirked.
“I wasn’t bent over it all night….” she said seductively. Kohl chuckled.
“I mean it’s just an old book. We should probably give it to Zaria when we get back to town”. Rowan frowned and looked down at the book cradled in her arms.
“I like it” she said. “It’s my own little piece of history”. A few hours later they pulled into Falkreath, the sun setting in the distant. Kohl stopped the cart right outside of Gray Pine Goods and rushed in to stop the two Nord owners from closing. Rowan sat down on the boardwalk in front and opened the book, scanning the ancient text.