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Winter Kill [3/3]
Date: 2013-12-11 12:01 am (UTC)“I know,” he remarked and he took another drink. “It’s just a shame.”
She grinned and continued, hacking away until she had the first cuts ready. When she came out to inform Helvard, her Jarl gave her a look. “You stink of blood.”
“Sorry, my Jarl,” she bowed and he rolled his eyes.
“Where’s the hide?” She went and fetched it, the head still attached and she brought it for him to see. He gave her another look. “The tongue is hanging out.”
“Apologizes, my Jarl,” she brought out her dagger, ready to cut it when he put up his hand.
“Do that back in there, you barbarian! You damn elves, I swear on the eight!” She ran back to do the deed before properly bringing it out. He merely studied it and waved her off. “Tell Nenya to clean that up. You can get rid of the head, it’s too small to interest me but keep the horns.”
“Yes, my Jarl.”
“And hurry up. I can smell your doings from here,” he waved her off and she could only smile, rushing up to interrupt Nenya and her piles of paper so she could help with the hides.
Between the two of them, three elk were finished and the cuts and hides presented to Siddgeir. He did away with the heads, saving the horns but when Kjersti was hauling the other four out to the guard house with the help of Helvard, he stopped them to check the kills.
He picked out one. “Cut off its head, from the neck,” he instructed. “I want that to hang in the hall.”
She looked at the massive beast; it was one she had killed with a frost spell but it wasn’t that impressive. In fact it seemed a little small but before she thought to protest, he gave her an answer. “It’s merely for show until you get something better. You should go kill a dragon for me… that would show up that idiot Balgruuf from Whiterun.”
She tried hard not to laugh in disbelief and when he glared at her, she quickly recovered. “I-I will need some straw and leather to mount it,” she replied and he gave her a look.
“Go pay for it, then,” he snapped at her. “And get it done by tonight. I want to wake up tomorrow and see it.”
She felt the corners of her mouth twitch. “Y-Yes, my Jarl.” There went her plans to catch any sleep that night.
“Good,” he looked at the floor and gave her a disapproving look before moving back to his throne, the white sabre and fox furs that made up his robes sweeping the floor. “And Kjersti?”
“Yes?”
“Bring me whatever loot you find from Embershard as well. The armory is depleting,” he complained and she bowed.
“Yes, my Jarl.”
“You’re dismissed.”
She obeyed, exiting the hall with the elk and Helvard fetched the pails of waste, handing them to her so she could go empty them in the woods near the abandoned tower, the snow that had piled up still difficult to break through.
She stopped when she stood on the path that allowed her to see all of the small town of Falkreath, looking to the mill where Bolund was struggling with strapping some lumber to haul and then to the smoke coming from the inn, the sounds of Delacourt’s flute echoing in her head. She took in a breath, feeling her nose go numb and she exhaled, letting it hang in the air. The sun was going down, leaving only hues of gold in the air and she found herself smiling.
She loved her Hold.
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Date: 2013-12-12 01:00 pm (UTC)Thanks again A!A~