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The Fragile [3/6]
Date: 2014-01-08 10:34 pm (UTC)“Arivanya, please. Don’t judge so harshly! After all, the Divines-”
“I don’t care, Ulundil! I’m going! And that Imperial better be gone when I get back!” she slammed the door behind her, snowflakes spinning about the room as she did and Ulundil sighed and turned back to the girl who looked miserable. She sniffed and he found himself going to her, pulling out a handkerchief.
“No, no, don’t be upset. My wife is just very outspoken. She means no harm, really. She’s a really sweet and wonderful woman once you get to know her.”
“I didn’t mean no trouble,” she muttered, taking his token and he shushed her.
“Don’t be silly! The weather outside is terrible right now and you’ll catch your death in such conditions! Even as a Nord! Here, warm yourself by the fire,” he ushered her over and he gathered what meagre scraps of food he could, offering them but she refused. She went to her cloak, pulling out a knapsack and she opened it, showing him it was bursting with food. He stared at it.
“Do you want some?” she asked and he felt himself flush. “I didn’t steal it, honest. I’m with the Companions and they always put too much in my pack.”
He patted her head, rustling the blonde locks. “No, dear. That’s alright-”
“It ain’t no trouble! I should pay you back for your kindness anyways!” she started and she pulled out loaves of bread, a cheese wheel which looked as if it had a rough journey and a few leeks before she grabbed a coin purse. She held it up to him and he stared at her. “Here! For you! For helping me!”
“I can’t…”
“It ain’t no trouble!” she said again. “I get a lot of loose gold for helping people!”
He stared at her and she looked a bit confused before she lowered her hand and walked to his table, dumping her sack out on it. His voice finally came to him.
“What’s… your name?”
The girl turned around, sniffing as she did and she did up her knapsack, throwing it back against the heavy cloak. “Eloine.”
“Eloine?”
She nodded. “Eloine. I’m the youngest of three. Daddy raised me to be a soldier!” she smiled and she raised her arms, flexing them to show off her strength. He merely stared at her; by the gods, Nords were odd but he had come to expect this after living near Windhelm and gave her an encouraging smile. She beamed back at him. “Though, I don’t think Daddy could tell I was the dragonborn…”
His smile disappeared. “I’m sorry?”
“Dragonborn,” the girl repeated, lowering her arms and she wiped her nose on her fur-covered arm. “I’m the dragonborn.”