When morning came Skye raised her head to a loud knock on her door. Drousily she walked barefoot to the door her night clothes clinging to a skinny frame despite her wide shoulders and hips. Opening the heavy door she came had to tilt her head up to meet Galmar's gaze. The man grinned at her running his eyes down her body but having felt with the looks from Ulfric the other night Skye was not impressed and she merely crossed her arms and raised a brow at him in clear challenge, Ulfric might scare her but Galmar was secretly a big teddy bear. The man even tried to look hurt at her fearless facade.
She rolled her eyes with a small smile and he straightened and her smile faded, Galmar, always ready to do business. "Dragonborn, as you are aware, as a Nord, hunting is a very central part to our nature and customs." He started and mentally Skye felt a resounding uh-oh burn through her mind. "Most formal events are both preceded and followed by a hunt or competition, in this case a competition of survival." He finished and Skye frowned wanting to refuse, as she had no idea what that might mean, but she needed to ask something first.
"Who's inviting me?"
"The Jarl of course."She nodded her consent and moved to close the door but Galmar stopped her "It starts tonight, many times the hunt lasts over a few nights, prepare accordingly." He said and she couldn't help but feel that there was a hidden message in there, however Galmar had never been one for subtly. Skye glanced out the window, it was already noon and in winter months the Sun set early which ment she didn't have much time to get ready. If she was lucky nothing out of the ordinary would occur, then again what exexactly was normal with Ulfric?
Grabbing her thin elven sword that was unnaturally light after she slid into a pair of pants and a loose white shirt she strapped it to her hip with a thick cord of leather that thing from one hip down to he side. Frowning she realized she had never really thought about what she took on her travels, when she needed water she found it or melted snow, food Skye could hunt for, shelter was the trees. For good measure she slipped a dagger into her boot and slung her hunting bow over her head. Walking out into the center of the city she scanned her eyes over the dull gray stone and moved out of the city heading to the stables. The group was small and she instantly felt eyes on her as she walked up. Ulfric gave her a feral grin and Galmar chuckled at at the stricken look that crossed her face. She swore silently inside her head, she did not want Ulfric to realize how trapped she felt.
"Well Dragonborn, the suns almost set, you should learn to be more punctual about your time." Ulfric informed her a hint of displeasure in his voice and the way he looked at her demanded a reply. Skye chose her words carefully and she answered shifting her eyes respectfully to the side "I shall make sure to do better in the future, my Jarl." Ulfric grinned shifting his imposing figure slightly so that he was not towering over her anymore "Indeed you will." He said lowly and Skye felt her heart flutter uncontrollably in her chest at the dark promise that lurked behind his words. "What's the goal?" One of the men asked and Skye scolded herself once more, surely he would not do anything with so many people as witness. She wasn't prepared, she needed a plan to do this.
"Well," Galmar said his voice sounding slightly inebriated and Skye rolled her eyes as he wobbled on his feet trying to forget phantom touches and a deep voice, "We will be hunting in pairs so it is up to each pair to survive in the below zero wilderness for a week with no interaction with any other people." Skye blinked, a few nights to Galmar was a WEEK. She nearly groaned, it would of course be her luck to have to spend it alone, with Ulfric. Galmar was assigning partners, he was with Ralof, and finally there was only Ulfric and herself left. Damn Damn Damn, she chanted in her head. Galmar said the words, pairing her with Ulfric and her heart skipped a beat and there they where again, the thrilling jolts that shot through her. Maybe this wasnt so bad.
Stormfire 3/?
She rolled her eyes with a small smile and he straightened and her smile faded, Galmar, always ready to do business. "Dragonborn, as you are aware, as a Nord, hunting is a very central part to our nature and customs." He started and mentally Skye felt a resounding uh-oh burn through her mind. "Most formal events are both preceded and followed by a hunt or competition, in this case a competition of survival." He finished and Skye frowned wanting to refuse, as she had no idea what that might mean, but she needed to ask something first.
"Who's inviting me?"
"The Jarl of course."She nodded her consent and moved to close the door but Galmar stopped her "It starts tonight, many times the hunt lasts over a few nights, prepare accordingly." He said and she couldn't help but feel that there was a hidden message in there, however Galmar had never been one for subtly. Skye glanced out the window, it was already noon and in winter months the Sun set early which ment she didn't have much time to get ready. If she was lucky nothing out of the ordinary would occur, then again what exexactly was normal with Ulfric?
Grabbing her thin elven sword that was unnaturally light after she slid into a pair of pants and a loose white shirt she strapped it to her hip with a thick cord of leather that thing from one hip down to he side. Frowning she realized she had never really thought about what she took on her travels, when she needed water she found it or melted snow, food Skye could hunt for, shelter was the trees. For good measure she slipped a dagger into her boot and slung her hunting bow over her head.
Walking out into the center of the city she scanned her eyes over the dull gray stone and moved out of the city heading to the stables. The group was small and she instantly felt eyes on her as she walked up. Ulfric gave her a feral grin and Galmar chuckled at at the stricken look that crossed her face. She swore silently inside her head, she did not want Ulfric to realize how trapped she felt.
"Well Dragonborn, the suns almost set, you should learn to be more punctual about your time." Ulfric informed her a hint of displeasure in his voice and the way he looked at her demanded a reply. Skye chose her words carefully and she answered shifting her eyes respectfully to the side "I shall make sure to do better in the future, my Jarl."
Ulfric grinned shifting his imposing figure slightly so that he was not towering over her anymore "Indeed you will." He said lowly and Skye felt her heart flutter uncontrollably in her chest at the dark promise that lurked behind his words. "What's the goal?" One of the men asked and Skye scolded herself once more, surely he would not do anything with so many people as witness. She wasn't prepared, she needed a plan to do this.
"Well," Galmar said his voice sounding slightly inebriated and Skye rolled her eyes as he wobbled on his feet trying to forget phantom touches and a deep voice, "We will be hunting in pairs so it is up to each pair to survive in the below zero wilderness for a week with no interaction with any other people." Skye blinked, a few nights to Galmar was a WEEK. She nearly groaned, it would of course be her luck to have to spend it alone, with Ulfric. Galmar was assigning partners, he was with Ralof, and finally there was only Ulfric and herself left. Damn Damn Damn, she chanted in her head. Galmar said the words, pairing her with Ulfric and her heart skipped a beat and there they where again, the thrilling jolts that shot through her. Maybe this wasnt so bad.