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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 7d/7
Date: 2013-11-02 07:48 pm (UTC)Danica noticed her assistant’s pensive mood later that afternoon. Olria finished repairing a man’s shattered femur and stood, swaying from the drain on her magicka. The Nord priestess caught Olria’s elbow as she walked by. “That was some nice work,” she said.
“Thanks.”
Olria turned away to fetch more fresh sheets, but Danica did not let go of her arm. “Something has been bothering you,” she said.
“Not at all,” Olria replied.
Danica raised one eyebrow. The Bosmer spent far too much time at the Temple of Kynareth for a comment like that to slip by.
Olria’s lips quirked. She looked down at her feet. “A courier found me while I was on my break earlier. He had a letter from my family. They seem to think I will be coming home soon. I don’t know why. Farengar must have been in touch with them. Or something. Or maybe they were in touch with him and said they can no longer afford my apprenticeship. Or maybe Farengar thinks I’ve learned all I can. Regardless, it sounds like I’m going home. I… I don’t know…”
“Slow down,” Danica said. She rubbed the younger woman’s back. “You don’t have to go anywhere if you don’t want to. You know that the Temple of Kynareth could always use your help. You could stay here, if you wanted. Our doors are always open. And should you someday want to become a priestess, I will guide you along that path.”
Olria felt a bit of her anxiety slip away. “Thanks,” she said. “That means a lot.” Staying at the temple would be fine - unless it had been Farengar’s decision to send Olria back home. Then there was nothing holding her here in Whiterun. But that had to be nonsense. For the rest of the afternoon, Olria kept reminding herself Farengar wouldn’t do something like that.
***
Olria delayed returning to Dragonsreach that evening. She had a late dinner in Whiterun, and then walked the streets for a few hours, until it was quiet, dark, and cold. She decided she’d avoided her mentor long enough and turned her steps towards the keep.
The lights were dim as she entered. Farengar’s workroom was dark. His bedroom door was open halfway, light spilling out. He must be reading. Olria’s stomach twisted. She was so tired; she didn’t want to have a conversation with the man right now concerning the letter.
Maybe it meant nothing. She trusted Farengar would have a good reason for his actions. He wouldn’t just send her away. More likely, her parents had been confused, assuming Olria would be finished her apprenticeship by now. Maybe they misunderstood something Farengar had told them.
Or maybe the problem came from Farengar himself - from him and Olria both. Had he decided he was no longer a capable instructor because of their relationship? Did things change now that they were romantically involved? Olria hugged her arms around herself. She didn’t want anything to change, but she knew that things couldn’t stay like this forever. One day, she would graduate and she would be an apprentice at Dragonsreach no more.
She just didn’t want it to happen so soon. She didn’t want to have to leave Farengar. Not yet. Maybe not… ever.
The reality of the situation was she could only be his student for so long.
Feeling sick, Olria passed by Farengar’s room and went into her own. Quietly as she could, she shut the door, hoping the man wouldn’t realize she’d come home. Then she curled up on her cold bed in the darkness, facing the wall.
Olria’s own thoughts surprised her. Come home. That’s what Dragonsreach was to her now. Home.
It had been a long time since she felt like things were beyond her control. She didn’t like reverting to that state. Tomorrow, after some sleep, she would figure things out.
***