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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 1d/?
Date: 2013-09-23 06:27 am (UTC)There were dark rings under Olria’s eyes when she emerged from her room late the next morning in search of breakfast. When she came back to the court wizard’s workroom after her meal, Farengar was busy scrawling frantically on a piece of parchment. An impressive stone tablet sat on his desk.
Olria hovered nearby, looking curiously at the tablet. The man’s quill swept across grainy parchment, trailing elegant swirls of pitch-black ink. He murmured to himself, referring to the etchings on the stone, and then back to his parchment.
Leaning against the wall, Olria decided she could wait. She was nothing if not patient. After a while, the man startled. Farengar shot her an irritated look, daring her to say something. After almost a minute, he finally asked, “Should you not be studying?”
Olria didn’t need words. She turned and aimed the palm of her hand towards the expanse of the great hall. Magicka flowed through her veins. Flames rippled, shooting outwards from her hand.
Farengar pushed himself away from his desk and stood. “Not bad,” he said. “But they look a little… weak.”
Olria swallowed her triumphant smile. “They would be stronger,” she said, “if maybe you could, um, lend me some proper robes?”
“Does this look like a poorhouse to you?” Farengar asked. He spoke without rancour, his attention returning the parchment on his desk. “Today you can work on charming those weapons I have gathered by the arcane enchanter. There are some petty soul gems in the cabinet. Once you’re skilled enough, you can enchant your own clothes if you want to enhance the flow of your magicka.” The man hesitated. He shot her a look over his shoulder. “You do know how to use an arcane enchanter, right?”
The woman let out a breath. He was treating her with a bit more respect by letting her use his tools, and here she was about to aggravate him again.
Farengar sighed, sensing the answer before she could voice it. “Come here,” he said, waving his hand. “Look, it is quite simple. Choose a filled soul gem. Choose an item. Then, look through this book and test out various enchantments. Pay careful attention to the notes. Some enchantments will fail on certain types of gear.”
Finally, the mage was offering her some instruction! Olria listened, attention rapt. Farengar demonstrated how to transform a simple pair of boots into ones that would allow the wearer to resist icy spells. “Frost suppression,” the man explained. “Useful in Skyrim, in case you have not noticed.”
Once Olria had repeated the enchantment on a pair of threadbare shoes, Farengar left her to her own devices. He returned to his desk, snatching up the dragonstone tablet and his parchment. He ran out into the main hall. “Jarl Balgruuf,” he shouted. “I have translated the tablet! I believe this is a map of Skyrim, and these marks may very well indicate the resting places of dragons from ages past.”
Olria paused to listen as everyone in the main hall exclaimed over the mage’s findings. Curiosity got the better of her. She walked across the workroom and peeked out at the excited group. Farengar looked thrilled. The others were nervous at what the findings would mean for Skyrim.
Olria turned away before anyone could notice her, despite her interest on the topic. So, Farengar was capable of wearing something other than a scowl on his face. Excitement had lit up his eyes, making him look a decade younger. She could only hope that he would retain some of that amiability when speaking with her next.
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Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 1d/?
Date: 2013-09-23 05:39 pm (UTC)