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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 4b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-10-01 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)Someone frantically shook Olria’s shoulder. She jerked awake with a gasp.
“Olria,” came Farengar’s excited voice. “Wake up.”
After the nightmares she’d seen in the temple the past week, Olria had a few choice words for a man who would scare her like that. She pursed her lips and threw off the blankets, sitting up. Morning light filtered through the doorway, and she could make out the shadows of Farengar’s face. He looked positively thrilled.
“What in the name of Skyrim has you hopping around?” Olria asked, smirking.
The court wizard’s excitement blinded him to her amusement. “Now that things have settled down here at Dragonsreach,” Farengar began, “I finally had a chance to speak with the Jarl. I requested that he let us travel to the nearest of the reported dragon nests to study it.”
Olria gaped at him. “What did he say?” she demanded.
Farengar grinned and reached out to squeeze both her shoulders. “Yes,” he whispered.
Olria squealed. She jumped out of the bed and threw herself at him. He only had a moment to return the embrace before she’d bounded out of his room. “I’ve got to pack!”
“Now who’s hopping about?” he called after her. “There is no rush. The traveller who confirmed the location said there is nothing but bones.”
Olria went through her belongings and packed her knapsack again – clothes, hairbrush, potions, some ingredients and, of course, a few books. She was sure Farengar wouldn’t object. Dragon bones! It would be almost as good as standing next to the real creature. What other treasures might they find in its nest?
“Olria,” Farengar’s voice called her back to reality. He sounded amused. “I did not say the Jarl permitted us to leave today.”
Olria dropped her knapsack with a thud. She stuck her head out of her room and scowled at the court wizard. “Really?” she groaned. “You wake me up, just to tell me we can’t go yet? What sort of monster are you?”
Farengar chuckled. Olria would bet her purse that the chuckle held a hint of fiendishness.
“Now what am I supposed to do with myself?” Olria muttered. She left the room, crossing her arms. “Danica said she didn’t want to see my face at the temple for a solid week.”
“You could go sell those weapons you practiced enchanting during your second week here,” Farengar suggested. “I am sick of tripping over them.”
Olria gave the man a narrow-eyed look, lips quirking. That was an order, mentor to apprentice, if she’d ever heard one. “Of course. But I’m a miserable haggler. Don’t blame me if I return with less coin than you expect.”
“Trust me, I have already accounted for that.”
Olria snorted. She picked up the basket weighed down by dozens of iron and steel daggers. It was staggeringly heavy. Grunting with effort, she hauled it out of Farengar’s workroom and towards the keep doors. She swore she heard Farengar snicker.
That man was dangerous when he decided he wanted to be friendly with you.
Olria lugged her heavy burden down to Warmaiden’s. Adrianne would only buy a dozen of the cheaply-enchanted weapons, forcing the apprentice mage to head over to Belethor’s General Goods. Belethor would buy anything, as he always sought fit to remind her. Given a choice, Olria would have sold the weapons elsewhere. The man had a slippery way about him that always made her feel as if he’d robbed her.
Empty basket in hand and full purse at her belt, Olria made her way back up to Dragonsreach. The noon sun was pleasantly warm on the back of her neck as she walked. On the way, she saw people repairing some of the damages left over courtesy of the Stormcloak attack.
Olria was counting out the coins she’d made today as she walked back into Farengar’s workroom. “Maybe they didn’t rip me off after all,” she said. She glanced up and paused.
Arcadia sat across from Farengar at the court wizard’s desk. There was an open wine bottle between them. Arcadia paused mid-sentence and gave Olria a look. Her expression showed the shopkeeper was none-to-pleased by the other woman’s interruption.
But Olria didn’t care about Arcadia. Instead, her eyes darted to the goblet in Farengar’s hand. He’d just taken a sip.
Farengar was drinking white wine.
He never drank white wine.
Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 4b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-10-03 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)