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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 7e/7
Date: 2013-11-02 07:54 pm (UTC)Farengar yawned and let his book fall flat on his chest. He stared at the ceiling in consternation. Olria was hadn’t been back this late since work began lightening up at the Temple of Kynareth. With all the soldiers wondering the streets, he doubted she could have found herself in any trouble.
Besides, even if some thief set upon her in the night, she was a mage to be reckoned with. The draugr corpses had showed him beyond doubt that she could cast potent destruction spells if the need arose. He shivered, still surprised at how much power could be pent up in such a petite figure.
His eyes were growing heavy, which meant it had to be well past midnight. Farengar closed his book and set it on his bedside table. For a while, he simply rested on the bed, waiting. When he could no longer bear the uncertainty, he jumped up and strode out of the room.
Things were as he’d left them in his workroom. Farengar moved to leave when something caught his attention. He realized Olria’s bedroom door was closed and dark. It had stood open he’d retired.
Farengar’s steps slowed. He frowned. Why would Olria go to sleep without him? Without letting him know she was back? Didn’t she realize he’d worry for her?
Feet hesitant, Farengar went to her room. He knocked softly, but there was no reply. He opened the door and peeked inside. Relief assailed him when he saw her dark form lying on the bed. It quickly turned to concern. Should he leave her be? Should he try to talk to her? He didn’t know how to deal with this. He rubbed his temples and sighed.
The court wizard slipped into her room and shut the door behind him. He padded over to her bed. Her back was to him. He sat down beside her and touched her shoulder.
Olria stirred. She half-turned over to look at him, eyes hooded. She mumbled something and rolled back over. She didn’t want to talk.
Farengar swallowed. He hadn’t heard about any bad news from the temple today. This had to be Arcadia’s work. Right? He felt a raw anger shudder through him, jerking his muscles taut. If someone had hurt her…
Farengar lightly massaged Olria’s shoulder. “Do you mind some company?” he asked, uncertain. Despite the raw magicka coursing through his veins, he felt impotent and unhelpful.
Olria said nothing. He couldn’t see her face. After a moment, she nodded.
Farengar pulled back the covers and lay down beside her. The woman did not protest as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He caressed her back through her sheer nightgown. Olria shivered and cuddled closer. After a while, her breaths grew deep and even. Asleep.
He kissed her shoulder. He would not let her out of this room until he knew what was wrong. Even if that meant staying awake all night, just so she wouldn’t sneak away at dawn.
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