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"Something Like Parents" 12/?
Date: 2013-04-03 12:31 am (UTC)“Ulfric Stormcloak,” Paarthurnax rumbled from his perch. The Nord snapped back to attention, tense under five different gazes. “Come, join us.” He obeyed quickly, humbled enough just by the size of the dragon. “Ah...so the junsekeizaal reaches me at long last. Arngeir spoke of you fondly, and often. He had always imagined that you would replace him when the time came.”
“I know,” Ulfric replied, standing tall at Finn's side. “I used to think the same.” Paarthurnax made a noise deep in his throat, and the Jarl stepped back, unsure if he was laughing or growling.
“Hmm. Our Dovahkiin tells me you have helped her immensely, raising these hatchlings.” Finn nodded wordlessly, and Ulfric took a seat at her side.
“I've tried to,” he agreed. “I...imagine it would be a lot for her to take on alone. Too much, even for someone as—for her.”
“You do not need to prove yourself to me, kodaav,” Paarthurnax assured him. Ulfric raised an eyebrow at the nickname, but remained silent. “Human eyes are easy to read. I see your loyalty to the Dovahkiin, and I trust her judgment regarding you. However, this means that the difficult choices become your burden as well as hers.” Finn glanced between the two anxiously, hugging Inkahlok closer to her chest.
“I don't understand,” she said, unconvincingly. The elder dragon shook his head slowly.
“Dovahkiin...” he began, the caution in his voice only adding to the Breton's fears. “You understand well enough what the bronne feel towards my kind. You keep the presence of your hatchlings secret because you know revealing them would strike fear into their hearts. They will only grow more quickly from here on out. In Skyrim, a fully grown dragon is never safe. Self-defense is easy, but they will live out their adult lives fighting or fleeing if they stay.” Finn kept her eyes down through his speech, and stroked Inkahlok's head wordlessly. “That is not the case everywhere,” Paarthurnax continued. “I have the ability to ensure their safety and comfort should they leave this place. Black Marsh, the land of the Argonians, and Valenwood, the land of the Bosmer...I can see to it that both provinces would welcome your dovahhe, provided they do not ransack villages and make meals out of citizens.”
“You can see to that?” Ulfric asked, an eyebrow raised.
“I have powerful allies among both provinces,” Paarthurnax assured him. “It will not be easy, but it will be possible. You have my word on that.” Sulpaazov climbed into her father's lap and studied the scene, even as the Nord pulled her close. Gaafyahzin remained silent, seated between his parents and watching Paarthurnax as he addressed Finn again. “What do you think, Dovahkiin?” Finn forced her eyes upward, hoping the dragon couldn't see the beginning of tears in them.
“Nustu zu kirre, zu laas,” she finally murmured, her voice choked. From her spot in Ulfric's lap, Sulpaazov lifted her head and sniffed the air. Paarthurnax nodded wordlessly.
“And parting with them will not change that. You parted from your own monah when you came of age, did you not? And yet the love between you two still exists. It will not be different with these three.” Finn nodded in agreement, returning her gaze to the dragon in her lap. “This will not be immediate, Dovahkiin. Your kirre are not yet old enough to make such a journey. You can be their mother for a while longer.” Another nod, and this time, the Breton rose to her feet. Inkahlok flapped his wings sharply and sank his claws into her arm to hold on, and she winced.
“You're right,” she said reluctantly, gesturing for her other hatchlings to join her. With all three using her for a perch, Ulfric couldn't help but notice how large they really were getting. “I...I'll prepare them. Thank you.”
Re: "Something Like Parents" 12/?
Date: 2013-04-04 01:28 am (UTC)I do love this story!
Dumb bonehead Nords, why can't they just embrace the tame Dragons?
Can't wait for more