After they had both recounted the brief battle to the eager ears of the village people over and over, with Rhys giving Erik a lot more credit than he felt he deserved and subtly painting him as a hero, the tiny Dragonborn was finally able to depart.
Outside, he helped her re-pack her horse while the rest of the village meandered around to see her off as well.
"Here's your bow back," mumbled Erik, running his thumb over the curious, black bird insignia once more before handing it to her. It was a fine bow, and Erik hoped that one day he'd be able to afford one like it through his adventures.
"Thanks," smiled Rhys, hooking it back in its place. Then she suddenly stuck out her hand, grinning.
"Good luck, Erik the Slayer."
Erik laughed and shook her hand gratefully (his hand was so large it completely covered hers). "You too, Rhysan the Dragonborn. You'll have to visit me in Rorikstead sometime."
The tiny Breton cocked her head. "Whatever for? You won't be here."
"I suppose you're right," chuckled Erik. "Thanks. For everything."
"Don't mention it. You'll make a good adventurer. You're quite brave, you know. Not all men would've blindly taken on a dragon with me like that."
Erik flushed, but accepted the compliment. "Thanks. Maybe we'll run into each other in some crypt somewhere."
Rhys laughed. "I certainly hope so, friend. Look me up if you're ever in Riften."
"I will. See you around, I guess," said Erik. Then he glanced over Rhys' shoulder.
"…Erm, isn't that your horse?"
Rhys whipped around. Half a mile down the road, her horse was plodding unhurriedly in the opposite direction. Without her. Swearing vehemently in Dunmeri, Rhys the Dragonborn took off after it without another word. As she sprinted away like a madwoman, the gathered townspeople could hear the little Breton's shouts echoing over the hills even after she was out of sight.
"Get back here! I swear to Mephala I'm selling you for shoe leather! Arador, you stupid bloody horse!"
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Yeah, so this actually happened during my Erik the Slayer mini-quest. A dragon attacked while I was in the middle of talking to him, and then afterwards my retarded horse decided to start walking (unnoticed by me) back to Riften, prompting me to run like a idiot after it for like an entire mile in front of all the awe-struck citizens of Rorikstead. Not my most glorious moment, but it sure as hell was memorable. I still have that damn horse, and it still decides to wander off a lot.
F!DB + Erik the Slayer "Stupid Horse!" 4/4
Outside, he helped her re-pack her horse while the rest of the village meandered around to see her off as well.
"Here's your bow back," mumbled Erik, running his thumb over the curious, black bird insignia once more before handing it to her. It was a fine bow, and Erik hoped that one day he'd be able to afford one like it through his adventures.
"Thanks," smiled Rhys, hooking it back in its place. Then she suddenly stuck out her hand, grinning.
"Good luck, Erik the Slayer."
Erik laughed and shook her hand gratefully (his hand was so large it completely covered hers). "You too, Rhysan the Dragonborn. You'll have to visit me in Rorikstead sometime."
The tiny Breton cocked her head. "Whatever for? You won't be here."
"I suppose you're right," chuckled Erik. "Thanks. For everything."
"Don't mention it. You'll make a good adventurer. You're quite brave, you know. Not all men would've blindly taken on a dragon with me like that."
Erik flushed, but accepted the compliment. "Thanks. Maybe we'll run into each other in some crypt somewhere."
Rhys laughed. "I certainly hope so, friend. Look me up if you're ever in Riften."
"I will. See you around, I guess," said Erik. Then he glanced over Rhys' shoulder.
"…Erm, isn't that your horse?"
Rhys whipped around. Half a mile down the road, her horse was plodding unhurriedly in the opposite direction. Without her. Swearing vehemently in Dunmeri, Rhys the Dragonborn took off after it without another word. As she sprinted away like a madwoman, the gathered townspeople could hear the little Breton's shouts echoing over the hills even after she was out of sight.
"Get back here! I swear to Mephala I'm selling you for shoe leather! Arador, you stupid bloody horse!"
* * * * *
Yeah, so this actually happened during my Erik the Slayer mini-quest. A dragon attacked while I was in the middle of talking to him, and then afterwards my retarded horse decided to start walking (unnoticed by me) back to Riften, prompting me to run like a idiot after it for like an entire mile in front of all the awe-struck citizens of Rorikstead. Not my most glorious moment, but it sure as hell was memorable. I still have that damn horse, and it still decides to wander off a lot.