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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."

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Re: "Something Like Parents" 17/?

(Anonymous) 2013-05-20 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
“I still don't understand how this happened,” Wuunferth exclaimed as Finn began counting out the septims.

“I told you already,” she offered. “I knocked over a candle. By the time I noticed, it was too late.” She glanced behind her as well, wincing at the charred remains of the wizard's stock of ingredients. “I really am sorry. Will this cover it?” She handed over the heavy coin purse, which Wuunferth took with an approving nod.

“Some of those ingredients were a little more challenging to obtain, Thane Finn. But you've done what you can. A pleasure doing business with you.” He swept past her, scooping blackened ingredients off of the shelves. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some cleaning up to do.”

Finn returned to the main hall just as Ulfric had entered as well. Inkahlok had returned to his siblings without complaint, and immediately launched into his version of the incident. Of course, it was much more dramatic than his mother's, but the other hatchlings seemed thrilled.

“We need to talk,” Finn told the Jarl, grabbing him by the hand and guiding him back to his quarters. In the silence that followed, she slumped in the nearby chair and buried her face in her hands. Ulfric approached her nervously and took a seat across the table.

“Are you alright?” he asked, hoping to at least begin the conversation.

“What do you think?” Finn's voice was slightly muffled by her palms, and she forced herself to look up at him. “I just lost over four thousand septims paying for nightshade and taproot!” She paused to bite her lip, then continued more quietly. “I was worried about this for a while, Ulfric. Every day they get bolder, more energetic. It's harder for me to control them. Just yesterday, I went to feed them, and I had to go back to the kitchens five times because Sulpaazov kept stealing food from her brothers. They use the Thu'um indoors. They fly themselves into exhaustion and slam into walls. Jorleif and Galmar are noticing the sounds.” She slumped across the table now, looking hopelessly up at him. “But they're not strong enough yet. They'll never make a journey to Valenwood, not until they're bigger.” Ulfric thought on this silently, leaning on the table as well.

“You know people, Finn. You have friends all over Skyrim, from what I've heard. Is there any chance you could move them to somewhere more open? Somewhere they could wander more freely, without as much trouble?” Finn stared at him, slightly amused at the notion.

“I have friends, yes. I don't think they meant housing dragons when they said they'd do me favors, though,” she chuckled, running a hand through her hair. “It's a good idea, all the same. I do know someone living to the south, who could help me. He's in Darkwater Crossing...from what Captain Ralof told me once, you're familiar with it.” Ulfric's face darkened slightly at the memory of the ambush, and he nodded curtly.

“Of course. A mining town, if I remember right. You really do have friends all over, Finn,” he teased her. Finn smirked at him, rising to her feet.

“Ah...but that would mean I need to make a journey,” she sighed. “You can handle the dragons for a day or two, right?”

“I'll do my best,” Ulfric assured her, pulling her in for a quick kiss. “Be careful out there.” Now the Breton grinned up at him.

“I hope so, Ulfric. Don't want Wuunferth losing any more of his supplies, do we?”

Re: "Something Like Parents" 17/?

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
More please?