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A Beautiful Hatred, 8/11
Date: 2014-02-26 05:34 am (UTC)Well, Ravyn couldn't have gone out to sea. She headed down the slope, hoping irrationally to catch some sign of his passing.
No other "dark elves" had visited the Windpeak Inn that morning. She headed south out of Dawnstar in the early morning gloom, hoping to hell she had merely missed Ravyn on the road. If he had any sense, he was on his way back to Riften.
By the time the sun set, she was exhausted, and the lights of Sarethi Farm were a welcome sight. Avrusa was a good friend of hers, and welcomed her warmly. The nirnroot farmer hadn't seen Ravyn either, but Nalasa gratefully accepted a steaming bowl of leek soup, generously spiced with nirnroot and sweetened with wild mountain honey.
With the soup and most of a bottle of mead warming her belly, Nalasa was feeling a bit better about not making it to Riften that day. Ravyn might arrive in Riften overnight, saving her the hazardous task of explaining his absence to Brynjolf. She would gladly have bedded down in the hay shed and been thankful for the roof, but Avrusa showed her to the basement room. "I know what a hard day's travel does to a woman's joints," the farmer said cheerfully. "You have a nice rest in a real bed tonight. I can sleep upstairs. The basement's too cold for someone my age."
The furs looked too enticing for further protest. Nalasa fell into the bed and slept the sleep of the exhausted.
She woke to darkness and the abrupt certainty that something was wrong. There had been a sudden change in the air - the claustrophobic stillness reminded her forcefully of the spore-filled silence of Blackreach. She lay still, trying to pin down her sense of unease. Perhaps it was only the smells of nirnroot and mushrooms that made her think of deep caverns. Then she heard a barely audible metallic hiss - a noise familiar to any Brotherhood assassin.
Nalasa didn't stop to think, just rolled hard. The knife missed her, whistling harmlessly across wolf fur, and she hit the floor with a bruising impact. She struggled to free herself from the pile of furs, saw the dim shape of a figure above her, and Shouted.
"Fus Ro Dah!"
Nothing. No impact against the far wall. Then a soft masculine chuckle.
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A/N - My life, I swear. Updates will continue to be intermittent and delayed unpredictably, depending on the availability of electricity and internet. Many apologies!
Re: A Beautiful Hatred, 8/11
Date: 2014-02-26 10:47 pm (UTC)Excellent, excellent!
Re: A Beautiful Hatred, 8/11
Date: 2014-03-28 01:45 am (UTC)Re: A Beautiful Hatred, 8/11
Date: 2014-03-31 06:06 pm (UTC)Re: A Beautiful Hatred, 8/11
Date: 2014-03-31 08:29 pm (UTC)(gonna go read this now! Ee!)