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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 1c/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-23 06:19 am (UTC)(link)Even though it was only noon, Olria fled to the relative safety of her small, lamp-lit room. She shut the door quietly and leaned her back against it, clutching the spelltome to her chest. She took a deep breath and then let it out slowly.
That had gone terribly. Farengar was nothing like she’d imagined. Her apprenticeship was an utter disaster in the making. Unfortunately, her family wasn’t made of money, and this was the only chance she’d have.
Panic reached up to clutch at her throat. Olria swallowed convulsively. She slid down the door, her knees giving out. There wasn’t an ounce of magicka left in her body, and the man already wanted her to begin practicing destruction magic on her first day in Whiterun. She still had road dust on her boots.
Olria gritted her teeth and crawled over to her cot. It was hard and uncomfortable, the furs on top smelly. She sprawled out on it, the spelltome falling from her nerveless fingers. Exhaustion gnawed at her bones. It was a miracle she’d even made it to Whiterun today.
She wasn’t sure how she’d managed to muster up the strength to perform that silly Candlelight exhibition to Farengar. She’d spent every drop of her magicka proving to the court wizard that she had any aptitude for magic after all. The display must have disappointed him.
The first thought Olria had when she awoke was that she hadn’t meant to sleep. The woman startled and sprang off her cot. Her lamp had burned out. She scrambled around in the darkness, frantically searching for the Flames spelltome. It took her a moment to recall herself and cast Candlelight. The dim glow gave her the opportunity to retrieve the book (which had slid under her cot) and light her lamp again.
She let the spell fade, meanwhile becoming painfully aware of the emptiness of her belly. She swallowed and prepared herself to leave the room again. It would feel good to stretch her legs, even though her muscles ached from days of walking.
Olria opened the door to her room soundlessly. She peered out into the dim chamber. It was quiet, the smells of dinner a distant memory. It looked to be early evening. Farengar was on a chair, collapsed with his head down on the desk. An old tome was spread under his face. Gentle snoring reached her ears.
As Olria tip-toed by, she noticed that the man must have knocked over a potion after he’d fallen asleep. A sticky blue residue slowly inched towards the delicate pages of his old text. The thought of the blue elixir staining those ancient pages made Olria wince. Biting her lip, Olria looked around for a cloth. She wiped the mess up and recorked the bottle, setting it back on its stand. Farengar did not stir.
Olria ventured out into the keep’s main hall, desperately hungry. She found an elderly servant by the doorway, sweeping. After a few words, the woman took pity on Olria and brought her to the servant’s quarters to eat what remained of the evening’s dinner.
Starvation warded off once again, Olria smiled to the servant and returned to her workroom. Farengar was awake again, an orb of Candlelight hovering above the pages of his text. He gave her a narrow-eyed look as she walked past, but Olria knew better than to open her mouth. He’d made it abundantly clear he wanted nothing to do with her until she could cast the Flames spell. Obviously, he wanted no part in her learning beyond passing her the thick spelltome.
Olria closed the door to her room and sat heavily in the single chair inside. The red spelltome sat on the desk before her. Wasn’t Farengar supposed to be the one teaching her, not the book? What could be so important that he’d work all day at his desk and ignore his new apprentice?
She let out a soft sigh and opened the spelltome. “I will figure you out by morning,” she promised the text. “Even though I hate destruction magic with a passion.” Maybe then Farengar would think she was worth his time.
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Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 1c/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-23 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)