It stopped close to dark allowing her to properly bring the fire to a good height and she sat beside it, using a stick to pick out the large vegetable chunks, some of them still raw when she bit into them. She didn’t care, she was hungry and it was all she had to eat. When she had finished them all she drank the broth, quiet as she did and she slept on the small space where the stones were dry, shivering twice in the night from the cold.
The air was full of fog when she woke and she packed her things, leaving towards the Reach. She felt like a vagabond, like the bard she had met. She wondered if she could be like him, maybe offer her services to folks but she realized she really didn’t have any. She wasn’t trained by the college nor did she have any other skills. She stopped thinking after a while, walking quietly in the fog and she found the road to Whiterun, carefully following it out to the plains.
She fought another sabre cat as soon as she veered off the path.
--
She stripped off her robes before she moved into the small pool under the waterfall cascading from the jagged rocks of the Reach, shivering before she eased into it, her hands rubbing her shoulders. She sunk down, sneaking to let the water just hit her head and she shouted in delight as she was soaked, the water spilling over her mangy locks in a large shower. She moved back, out of the stream and reached up, smoothing her hair back. She did it a few more times until her hair was as slick as oil and she slowly relaxed, looking at her hands under the water.
Every scar she had acquired seemed to show up on her body and she traced the ones on her arm, moving to count them after a while. She had them on her arms, stomach, chest, face, and legs. She wondered what her back looked like, her hand subconsciously reaching to touch and she found herself staring at her reflection in the water she cupped in her hands.
Though inaccurate, she still got an idea on what people saw when she spoke to them. She flicked the water off her hands, ashamed. She was suddenly filled with embarrassment and she exited the pool, using some rags she picked up to wipe her body down, tugging her robes on after and she grabbed her things, leaving.
--
“I know you’re in here!” the voice hissed and she remained still by the rock, not daring to breathe. “Just make it easier on yourself and come out!”
She continued to hide, her heart slamming against her ribs as she did, watching the area in front of her as the hag searched her out. After what felt like forever it stopped and lowered its hands, moving back down the rock hallway to where its home was. She crept out of her place, her hands sweaty on the staff she had acquired and she began to go back the way she came, her robes sweeping the ground as she did.
“There you are!” the hag screeched and she screamed, running. Its claws slashed her back, its horrible voice ringing in her ears and she turned, swinging the staff as hard as she could. It made a sickening crack as it hit the hagraven’s head, the beast falling after but she didn’t stick around to see if it was dead. She just ran, breaking out of the cave and rushing down into the wilds, her stomach sick as adrenaline pumped through her veins.
She ended up collapsing, retching by the side of the road as she shook, still filled with fear. The staff was now coated in blood, the wood at the top cracked from the impact and she drew her knees to her chest, crying.
She was still just a child in the world. She shouldn’t be exploring caves so recklessly.
--
It occurred to her when she was walking over the plains, a light flurry hitting her as she did.
She was a year older.
She stopped, looking at her feet before she continued. Dates meant nothing anyways.
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timeasmymeasure
The Hardest Part [17/?]
Date: 2014-03-07 11:02 pm (UTC)The air was full of fog when she woke and she packed her things, leaving towards the Reach. She felt like a vagabond, like the bard she had met. She wondered if she could be like him, maybe offer her services to folks but she realized she really didn’t have any. She wasn’t trained by the college nor did she have any other skills. She stopped thinking after a while, walking quietly in the fog and she found the road to Whiterun, carefully following it out to the plains.
She fought another sabre cat as soon as she veered off the path.
--
She stripped off her robes before she moved into the small pool under the waterfall cascading from the jagged rocks of the Reach, shivering before she eased into it, her hands rubbing her shoulders. She sunk down, sneaking to let the water just hit her head and she shouted in delight as she was soaked, the water spilling over her mangy locks in a large shower. She moved back, out of the stream and reached up, smoothing her hair back. She did it a few more times until her hair was as slick as oil and she slowly relaxed, looking at her hands under the water.
Every scar she had acquired seemed to show up on her body and she traced the ones on her arm, moving to count them after a while. She had them on her arms, stomach, chest, face, and legs. She wondered what her back looked like, her hand subconsciously reaching to touch and she found herself staring at her reflection in the water she cupped in her hands.
Though inaccurate, she still got an idea on what people saw when she spoke to them. She flicked the water off her hands, ashamed. She was suddenly filled with embarrassment and she exited the pool, using some rags she picked up to wipe her body down, tugging her robes on after and she grabbed her things, leaving.
--
“I know you’re in here!” the voice hissed and she remained still by the rock, not daring to breathe. “Just make it easier on yourself and come out!”
She continued to hide, her heart slamming against her ribs as she did, watching the area in front of her as the hag searched her out. After what felt like forever it stopped and lowered its hands, moving back down the rock hallway to where its home was. She crept out of her place, her hands sweaty on the staff she had acquired and she began to go back the way she came, her robes sweeping the ground as she did.
“There you are!” the hag screeched and she screamed, running. Its claws slashed her back, its horrible voice ringing in her ears and she turned, swinging the staff as hard as she could. It made a sickening crack as it hit the hagraven’s head, the beast falling after but she didn’t stick around to see if it was dead. She just ran, breaking out of the cave and rushing down into the wilds, her stomach sick as adrenaline pumped through her veins.
She ended up collapsing, retching by the side of the road as she shook, still filled with fear. The staff was now coated in blood, the wood at the top cracked from the impact and she drew her knees to her chest, crying.
She was still just a child in the world. She shouldn’t be exploring caves so recklessly.
--
It occurred to her when she was walking over the plains, a light flurry hitting her as she did.
She was a year older.
She stopped, looking at her feet before she continued. Dates meant nothing anyways.
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