She closed her eyes again, the wind rushing through her hair. She should have listened. She was so messed up now she didn’t know what to do. She turned down the only man she would ever love, was childless, loveless, and she assumed homeless as she couldn’t bear to go back to the manor her Jarl gave her and now she stood on the rocks of the Reach watching a sun rise from the east, the rays warm on her body.
“What do I do?” she asked the sky. “I have nothing. I have no prospects, no money, no home or family! What do I do?!”
The wind hit her as if guided by the gods and strands of her hair blew over her vision making her shiver and push them back over her ear. She looked to the west where the wind was blowing and a strong scent of juniper and lavender hit her making her close her eyes and sigh. It reminded her of her mother and she hugged her arms.
“That’s right,” she said softly. “I started out with nothing before… I can do it again.” She opened her eyes, looking to the sky painted like the lights of the north and she smiled for the first time in what felt like forever. She had a knapsack full of odds and ends but her skills were greater than when she had started. She could enchant, craft a few potions and even smith a sword. It was plenty for her to survive on and she found herself stretching, smiling at the morning sky.
Her Jarl had moved on, he had a child, a beautiful wife and a Hold he ruled over. She was just as he always said – a peasant – and her silly notions towards him needed to be buried so she could move on as well. She reached into her bag, digging through the various pockets and she pulled out the emerald ring she had acquired for him, holding them up to the light. It sparkled, her throat tightening as it did and she held it for a second, her heart beating, broken, before she shouted and threw it as far as she could over the cliff.
It bounced once on a rock near her then disappeared, lost among the pebbles and she felt as if a weight had been lifted from her. She wiped at the tears spilling from her eyes but she refused to think of it. He had everything he needed and she was no longer required.
She jumped off the rock, the morning light now flooding the plains and she made her way along the cliff, moving to a goat path to descend into the Reach. She stopped, looking one last time towards Falkreath, her heart pounding as she did but she forced herself to smile. She hiked up her robes and disappeared down the path.
The wind picked up again, blowing the stalks of lavender that grew along Whiterun and the day began as it always did, beasts that lingered in the night returning to their dens and those that owned the day moving out from their shelters.
Somewhere along the Reach, the black-haired Altmer mage disappeared, her footsteps moving off the road. There was a footprint in the sand, another in the mud before they were gone completely.
The Hardest Part [22/22]
“What do I do?” she asked the sky. “I have nothing. I have no prospects, no money, no home or family! What do I do?!”
The wind hit her as if guided by the gods and strands of her hair blew over her vision making her shiver and push them back over her ear. She looked to the west where the wind was blowing and a strong scent of juniper and lavender hit her making her close her eyes and sigh. It reminded her of her mother and she hugged her arms.
“That’s right,” she said softly. “I started out with nothing before… I can do it again.” She opened her eyes, looking to the sky painted like the lights of the north and she smiled for the first time in what felt like forever. She had a knapsack full of odds and ends but her skills were greater than when she had started. She could enchant, craft a few potions and even smith a sword. It was plenty for her to survive on and she found herself stretching, smiling at the morning sky.
Her Jarl had moved on, he had a child, a beautiful wife and a Hold he ruled over. She was just as he always said – a peasant – and her silly notions towards him needed to be buried so she could move on as well. She reached into her bag, digging through the various pockets and she pulled out the emerald ring she had acquired for him, holding them up to the light. It sparkled, her throat tightening as it did and she held it for a second, her heart beating, broken, before she shouted and threw it as far as she could over the cliff.
It bounced once on a rock near her then disappeared, lost among the pebbles and she felt as if a weight had been lifted from her. She wiped at the tears spilling from her eyes but she refused to think of it. He had everything he needed and she was no longer required.
She jumped off the rock, the morning light now flooding the plains and she made her way along the cliff, moving to a goat path to descend into the Reach. She stopped, looking one last time towards Falkreath, her heart pounding as she did but she forced herself to smile. She hiked up her robes and disappeared down the path.
The wind picked up again, blowing the stalks of lavender that grew along Whiterun and the day began as it always did, beasts that lingered in the night returning to their dens and those that owned the day moving out from their shelters.
Somewhere along the Reach, the black-haired Altmer mage disappeared, her footsteps moving off the road. There was a footprint in the sand, another in the mud before they were gone completely.
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blergh. my wrists hurt