She nodded. “I-Is that all?” her voice broke a bit and her Jarl said nothing for a moment, his hand taking his fiancée’s.
“No. You’re dismissed.”
She bowed deep again and got up, not looking to them as she left. She felt the court’s eyes on her, Nenya watching as she opened the door but she brushed it off, knowing this was for the better. Her jealousy over the situation was pathetic and she could no longer continue.
She rushed out of the small town, puffing as she went up the strong incline and she made her way back home, hiking up her robes as she did. Rayya was patrolling the territory and she gave her a look as she came back, still not used to seeing her during the day. She didn’t say anything, going into the manor and she went to fetch some items, grabbing a knapsack to fill.
It made her stop. How much should she pack? How long was she going to be gone? Was she ever going to come back? She frowned, holding the knapsack tight before she ignored her thoughts, moving around her house to put potions, ingredients and scrolls into the small sack, the pouches bulging when she was done.
She left from the deck facing the lake, not wanting to explain herself to her housecarl. She did care for her but she had a feeling the look she would get would be the same as the court’s. Pity with a mixture of disappointment. She just needed to go.
She left, jumping down from the small jutted rocks underneath her manor, coming out to the road and she quickly jogged to get a start, following the road blindly as she did. She didn’t have a destination, only a drive in her to leave and she travelled along until she came to a crossroad. One way went to Helgen, to the destroyed town she had escaped from while the other went to Riverwood and from there, Whiterun. She knew Falkreath well, that if she went to Helgen she could go up and to the Rift but somehow she wasn’t compelled to go that way.
She barely knew about Whiterun other than there was a large city that lay in the plains, the Jarl who ruled over it occupying a place called Dragonsreach and she shouldered her pack, deciding to go to Riverwood first. From there she would determine her plan of action and was quiet as she thought. She would cross out of Falkreath along the way and she bit her lip.
She recalled long ago she thirsted for adventure but now with the prospect of exploring, of leaving her adopted home was now daunting. She was frightened.
She stood on the road looking to the mountains. It was selfish of her but she closed her eyes, clasping her hands together to make a prayer; she asked for things to be back to the way they were. Her comfort and place in Falkreath and her life. She opened her eyes, finding herself still on the road and she quietly chastised herself for her childish thinking. She knew this was going to happen one day as no Jarl or province in Skyrim would ever allow a race that wasn’t a Nord to rule.
She pulled her hair back and tugged up her hood, beginning her journey. She was a selfish girl.
The Hardest Part [8/?]
“No. You’re dismissed.”
She bowed deep again and got up, not looking to them as she left. She felt the court’s eyes on her, Nenya watching as she opened the door but she brushed it off, knowing this was for the better. Her jealousy over the situation was pathetic and she could no longer continue.
She rushed out of the small town, puffing as she went up the strong incline and she made her way back home, hiking up her robes as she did. Rayya was patrolling the territory and she gave her a look as she came back, still not used to seeing her during the day. She didn’t say anything, going into the manor and she went to fetch some items, grabbing a knapsack to fill.
It made her stop. How much should she pack? How long was she going to be gone? Was she ever going to come back? She frowned, holding the knapsack tight before she ignored her thoughts, moving around her house to put potions, ingredients and scrolls into the small sack, the pouches bulging when she was done.
She left from the deck facing the lake, not wanting to explain herself to her housecarl. She did care for her but she had a feeling the look she would get would be the same as the court’s. Pity with a mixture of disappointment. She just needed to go.
She left, jumping down from the small jutted rocks underneath her manor, coming out to the road and she quickly jogged to get a start, following the road blindly as she did. She didn’t have a destination, only a drive in her to leave and she travelled along until she came to a crossroad. One way went to Helgen, to the destroyed town she had escaped from while the other went to Riverwood and from there, Whiterun. She knew Falkreath well, that if she went to Helgen she could go up and to the Rift but somehow she wasn’t compelled to go that way.
She barely knew about Whiterun other than there was a large city that lay in the plains, the Jarl who ruled over it occupying a place called Dragonsreach and she shouldered her pack, deciding to go to Riverwood first. From there she would determine her plan of action and was quiet as she thought. She would cross out of Falkreath along the way and she bit her lip.
She recalled long ago she thirsted for adventure but now with the prospect of exploring, of leaving her adopted home was now daunting. She was frightened.
She stood on the road looking to the mountains. It was selfish of her but she closed her eyes, clasping her hands together to make a prayer; she asked for things to be back to the way they were. Her comfort and place in Falkreath and her life. She opened her eyes, finding herself still on the road and she quietly chastised herself for her childish thinking. She knew this was going to happen one day as no Jarl or province in Skyrim would ever allow a race that wasn’t a Nord to rule.
She pulled her hair back and tugged up her hood, beginning her journey. She was a selfish girl.
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