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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 2d/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-24 04:04 am (UTC)(link)After Olria fell into Farengar’s bed, she all but passed into Oblivion. She slept until noon. She might have slept longer, but there was a soft knock on the door.
Olria rubbed sleep from her eyes. She sat up and called, “Yes?”
“Some lunch here for you,” a woman’s familiar voice called.
Olria’s stomach clenched with hunger. She jumped out of the bed and pulled open the door. The elderly servant smiled and put a tray of food on the bedside table. “There you go dear. I’ll come back and fetch the tray later.”
“Thank you very much,” Olria managed, despite her surprise. As the servant left, Olria peeked out into the workroom. Farengar was nowhere to be seen. With a shrug, she closed the door. She proceeded to enjoy a warm breakfast in bed – a luxury she’d never had at home.
Once she’d polished the food away, Olria felt her eyes sagging shut again. She lay down and nestled under the covers. This was a proper bed – infinitely better than the ragged cot in her own room. The blankets smelled of Farengar, but she didn’t mind.
Olria slept all the way until dinnertime, at which point the servant returned with another meal, exchanging it with Olria’s first tray. The novice mage made a quick trip to the privy and the baths. When she returned, the food disappeared into her belly and sleep took her again.
By the following morning, Olria finally felt Bosmer again. She was no longer the zombie of Dragonsreach. She stood up and stretched, her muscles protesting their disuse. Olria wondered guiltily if Farengar would think she’d abused the privilege of borrowing his bed.
The man in question was hunched over a letter at his desk. He glanced up as she emerged from his room. “Ye gods,” he said, “she lives after all!”
Olria bit her lip. “Sorry if I overstayed—”
The court wizard waved away her apology. “The servants have your room back in order. I figured it was only fair if I borrow your cot. Damn. How did you even sleep at all on that thing?”
The woman’s lips quirked. “It took perseverance.”
Farengar chuckled. “In any case, it was miserable. A little charred, as well. You will find you have a proper bed in there now.”
Olria’s eyes widened. Was she hearing this right? Had the man actually chuckled? Wait a moment - and bought her a new bed? What was the world coming too?
Olria’s mentor did not appear to notice her shock. He’d returned to studying the letter.
“You said I could help with your research?” she asked tentatively.
Farengar paused with his back to her. “Draw up a chair,” he said.
The mage put her to work, but this work did not drain her magicka or tax her body. In fact, the research he set before her was fascinating. Farengar spoke at great lengths concerning what he’d learned about the dragons. He described his quest to find more information from the other cities and towns of Skyrim through various letters. Together, they poured over the missives that had already returned from the nearest holdings, and even a note mentioning that the dragonborn had passed through Ivarstead.
Both of them startled when a serving lady seemed to materialize in front of them. She held a silver tray bearing breakfast. “Oh,” she said to Farengar. “You didn’t tell me you would be eating as well this morning.”
The man shot the servant a quelling look. “I will fetch my own meal,” he said.
Olria squinted at the two of them. The servant sighed and set a tray of food on the desk before Olria. The novice mage had to push aside some books and papers to make room. Before Farengar could protest, she said, “I won’t spill anything.”
“Hmph.” Farengar stood and left, presumably on his way to the kitchen. When he returned, he sat beside her again. With his meal, he also had a goblet of wine. He sipped pensively, eyes following the line of text on an unrolled scroll.
This is new, Olria thought, them sharing breakfast together. “You know,” she told the man, “When you’re involved in research that you’re passionate about, you’re actually not a total jerk to be around.”
Farengar choked on his wine. He cleared his throat and managed not to sputter. He gave her a narrow-eyed look and shrugged. “I
Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 2d/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-24 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 2d/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-24 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)Farengar choked on his wine. He cleared his throat and managed not to sputter. He gave her a narrow-eyed look and shrugged. “I realized that I have not been treating you fairly,” he said. “Let us consider starting anew.”