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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 7c/7
Date: 2013-11-02 07:37 pm (UTC)Olria slapped the woman’s hand away. “No,” she said. “You’re the reason. Now get out of my face.” Olria fought to keep her expression neutral. Farengar must be rubbing off on her.
Arcadia’s nostrils flared. She did not budge. “I’m not moving until you agree to leave Dragonsreach. Don’t make me force you, either.”
Olria stared at the woman for a moment. Then she burst out laughing. Arcadia looked insulted, but Olria laughed until her eyes watered. Once she’d caught her breath, Olria said, “I am not leaving Dragonsreach.”
Unless that letter from her parents meant that Farengar had discontinued her apprenticeship, for whatever reason. But that wasn’t Arcadia’s business.
“You don’t want me as an enemy,” Arcadia hissed. “I’ll slip something into your dinner and you won’t wake up again, you pointy-eared twit!”
“Maybe half a year ago I would have let you bully me around, but not anymore,” Olria said.
“Is that right?” Arcadia sneered. “The little elf girl thinks she’s so mature now that she’s in bed with the court wizard?”
Even if Olria refused to let the woman bully her, Arcadia’s blatant disrespect still shocked her.
“And I can’t help but notice your clothes are a little threadbare,” Arcadia continued. “Tell me, does sleeping with the Jarl’s advisor in magic pay for your apprenticeship if you’re too poor to pay him in gold?”
Olria swallowed, fists clenching. Her eyes stung. “Let’s get two things straight, Arcadia. One, I’m not leaving Whiterun until my apprenticeship is over. Two, you’re not coming back up to Dragonsreach to bother me or Farengar.”
“Oh?” The shopkeeper’s eyebrows lifted. She smirked. “You think you can stop me?”
Olria had to look up at the other woman, but it didn’t matter. “I’ve fended of dragons and obliterated draugr,” she replied, voice chilly. “I think I can handle you.”
Olria shoved past the woman and strode down the street, heading towards the temple. Before she left the main square, she stopped and turned around. Arcadia glared after her, her mouth opening and closing. No words came out.
The corner of Olria’s lips twitched. “By the way,” she told the shopkeeper, “You might want to have Danica Pure-Spring check you out. Your skin looks positively grey. If you do plan on coming up to Dragonsreach, you’ll want to at least make sure you can survive a Circle of Protection – and trust me, I cast a mean Circle of Protection.”
Spinning on her heel, Olria stalked away.
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