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Re: Give me your Dragonborns; Any/DB/F!DB
Date: 2014-01-02 02:11 am (UTC)This wasn't supposed to happen. Aeoban had been trying to get out, but she ended up being dragged back. And she wasn't being carted to a prison, no, she was going to die. Die with the same men that made her life hell in Windhelm. Her only comfort, was that the Imperial soldiers was treating the Jarl the same way he treated the mer in his hold, like she was being treated.
Later that day, all she would be able to say on the happenings on Helgen, or what she could remember clearly, is about this one soldier telling her that her remains will be returned to Valenwood. The only response to that at the time, had been something like indifference. Now, wearing some enhanced robe she never had before, and holding a bow for the first time in only Mara knows how long, the only sign of normality is healing herself, but she had never used those spells while running, so there was nothing normal on that either.
Time was always short, and all she really wanted was to forget the things her mind was already suppressing. The soldier who said her body was going to be sent to Valenwood was there on the road with her, and she was very temped to just off herself and hope she could finally go back home. But the soldier was too energetic, dragging her to a small settlement, speaking of dragons and wars with a relative while she tried to shove some bread in her mouth. Wheat never fared well with her stomach, but it served as a great distraction from their pointed stares, and polite demands, all bent on making her cross over a mountain by herself and ask a Jarl to aid them, and maybe join the army if she had some spare time and limbs.
Aeoban agreed to it quite well, it was easy, she was not a Nord with their twisted senses of honor, she could lie. She lied so well that she managed to get to the stables of Whiterun without thinking of running. But that was it, because as soon as the carriage appeared in front of her, she knew that she rather be one more mer in the slums of Winterhold than to remember what she saw that day, let alone see it again.
Time is always short, but with the sound of coins clinking on the driver's hand, and with the practice of years, she can push the nightmares to the back of her mind, and focus solely on the healing magic that's seeping through her throbbing leg, and the bumps of the road.
[I know it's short and probably a bit silly, but I couldn't resist when I saw the prompt]
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Date: 2014-01-02 05:30 pm (UTC)Like I would like to know more and her life after! Thank you for sharing!
Please write more D: