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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 7b/7
Date: 2013-11-02 07:34 pm (UTC)This wasn’t the letter she’d been waiting for. This was an entirely different letter. From her father, full of gold. Olria’s heart fluttered into her throat, but she didn’t know why. There was a message inside, and she quickly unfolded it to read.
Olria,
Thank you for generously sending us your allowance, but we are returning it. As you now know, you will no longer have to worry that your studies are at the expense of your family’s finances. Use the money you have earned to buy yourself something nice when your apprenticeship is over.
We miss you and await your return home.
Three signatures spanned the bottom of the page: her father’s, her mother’s, and her brother’s.
Olria swallowed. She didn’t understand.
Every month Olria spent in Whiterun, she worried that her family lacked for the basic comforts that should be everyone’s right – because all their money went to her education. If they were paying for her apprenticeship, the last thing they would have done was send this money back.
Unless of course, they’d stopped paying. Why? The letter told her nothing – except that her parents were confident that she would be coming home soon. That her apprenticeship was over. They thought she knew what was going on – but she didn’t.
Olria’s hands were shaking. She didn’t want to go home. She didn’t want her apprenticeship to be over, not yet…
A shadow fell across the parchment she held in her hands. Olria looked up. Arcadia stood before her, her lips twisted into a frown. “Well, well,” the shopkeeper said. She planted her hands on her hips and studied the apprentice mage head to toe. She found the Bosmer woman lacking.
Olria felt her face flush. She had more important things to worry about. She didn’t need Arcadia snooping into her business, too.
“I have heard some interesting rumours about you and my dear Farengar,” Arcadia said.
The woman had some nerve, speaking to Olria after inadvertently slipping her a love elixir. Fortunately, Olria did not feel the slightest arousal looking at the Imperial today. All that remained was a long-ignored anger. “Really?” Olria answered. She smiled sweetly. “I mean, I’m surprised. We were being so discrete.”