He panted above, moving behind her and she sat on the stones, come dripping from her body, her mind scrambled and fuzzy. She looked to see him grab her panties, wiping himself off with them before he adjusted himself, smoothing his hair back. He stepped over her, nudging her away from the door. “G-Go back to Nenya.”
She nodded, pushing her robes down and he tossed her panties back to her and left. She remained for a minute to catch her breath, slowly standing on shaking legs and she stuffed her panties into her pocket, slipping out the door into the silent hall. It was empty leaving her room to collect herself and she went into the entrance hall finding Nenya sitting on a bench looking irritated, two bottles of wine by her feet. She looked up when she saw her and Kjersti took the seat next to her, exhaling hard as she did.
“There you are! Where’s Siddgeir?” she asked and Kjersti said nothing, merely nodding up to the second floor. Nenya sighed. “I suppose as long as he’s still attending the meeting I should feel relieved. Still. His attitude is getting worse.”
Kjersti nodded, her head still light and she felt the Steward’s eyes focus on her, looking at her in a strange way. “Are you alright?”
She nodded again and the Altmer reached up, placing a hand against her forehead. “You’re awfully warm, Kjersti. Are you not feeling well?”
She flushed and shook her head. “I-I’m fine.”
It took one long look from her before she seemed to realize and she gave her a disappointed look. “Kjersti, why.”
She shifted, fidgeting with her dress. “I-I don’t know...”
“You do realize how selfish he is? This isn’t healthy!” she hissed and Kjersti flushed, twisting her robes more.
“But I like him,” she stressed and Nenya sighed, rubbing her temples.
“Why is it always our race that suffers when it comes to wisdom in our youth?” she asked and Kjersti frowned at her not understanding. “My dear girl… we must have a chat when we get back.”
Right This Second [4/4]
She nodded, pushing her robes down and he tossed her panties back to her and left. She remained for a minute to catch her breath, slowly standing on shaking legs and she stuffed her panties into her pocket, slipping out the door into the silent hall. It was empty leaving her room to collect herself and she went into the entrance hall finding Nenya sitting on a bench looking irritated, two bottles of wine by her feet. She looked up when she saw her and Kjersti took the seat next to her, exhaling hard as she did.
“There you are! Where’s Siddgeir?” she asked and Kjersti said nothing, merely nodding up to the second floor. Nenya sighed. “I suppose as long as he’s still attending the meeting I should feel relieved. Still. His attitude is getting worse.”
Kjersti nodded, her head still light and she felt the Steward’s eyes focus on her, looking at her in a strange way. “Are you alright?”
She nodded again and the Altmer reached up, placing a hand against her forehead. “You’re awfully warm, Kjersti. Are you not feeling well?”
She flushed and shook her head. “I-I’m fine.”
It took one long look from her before she seemed to realize and she gave her a disappointed look. “Kjersti, why.”
She shifted, fidgeting with her dress. “I-I don’t know...”
“You do realize how selfish he is? This isn’t healthy!” she hissed and Kjersti flushed, twisting her robes more.
“But I like him,” she stressed and Nenya sighed, rubbing her temples.
“Why is it always our race that suffers when it comes to wisdom in our youth?” she asked and Kjersti frowned at her not understanding. “My dear girl… we must have a chat when we get back.”
“…W-Why?”
“Because. We just do.”