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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 2e/?
Date: 2013-09-24 04:12 am (UTC)“Only if you continue at a more sensible pace.”
“Of course,” Olria agreed.
***
The final days of Olria’s two months as an apprentice passed without a hitch. More money arrived via courier for her mentor to renew the apprenticeship. Despite Farengar’s reassurances, Olria still half-expected him to return the gold and send her on her way. However, he made no mention of any such thing, instead stowing the money away for later use on his projects.
Olria’s studies took on a more reasonable portion of her life, and her work at the temple resumed. Every night she stayed up late with Farengar, piecing together the knowledge they’d gathered concerning the return of dragons to Skyrim. They had gathered interesting stories about attacks and how to defend against them – what worked, what didn’t – and times where dragons flew by ignoring civilization without so much as a roar.
Farengar’s interest in the subject fuelled her own. Studying together invigorated Olria, especially with a topic that was so interesting to them both. Whenever one of them made any big finds or came to some sort of revelation, a great debate would ensue. They would discuss matters from every point with great ferocity. Any visitors looking to buy potions or spelltomes could only stare at the pair of them, flabbergasted, as they deliberated over matters (often of a mythological nature) as if they were the keys to life and death. Sometimes these guests would buy the potions or spelltomes they had come for, but more frequently, they turned on their heels and fled.
When Farengar was in his element, Olria couldn’t help but feel a draw to the man. When discussing his research, his hunger for knowledge, he opened up to her. He was a radically different man than the snappish, impersonal mage she’d met on her first day at Dragonsreach.
If someone had told Olria on her first day in Whiterun that she would begin to really like Farengar Secret-Fire, she would have laughed until her sides split.
Olria’s studies in magic continued just as marvellously. Danica Pure-Spring at the Temple of Kynareth even pulled Olria aside one day to say mention how much the young woman’s magical ability had improved. Maybe she even sent some sort of message to her mentor, because the next day, Farengar produced a set or robes that greatly enhanced Olria’s ability to cast restoration magics. Not only that, but they significantly extended the depths of her magicka reserves. Even as she wore them the next day, Olria was still a bit mollified that he hadn’t demanded she enchant a pair of robes herself.
***
When the robes fit Olria, Farengar couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief. They’d been bloody expensive, all the way from the Collage of Winterhold. He’d been waiting for a while now for a good excuse to give them to her. Danica’s rather terse recommendation that he properly outfit his apprentice had been all the opportunity he was looking for.
With Olria’s ambition, she had nearly mastered the restoration arts in only a few short months. The fact he was finally teaching her properly had helped accelerate her astounding progress. Farengar suspected his student would graduate from her role as apprentice very soon indeed.
Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 2e/?
Date: 2013-09-24 03:10 pm (UTC)Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 2e/?
Date: 2014-06-29 10:37 pm (UTC)Too precious! Love it.