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M!PC/Brelyna Maryon - Something Like Home (4/9)
Date: 2014-03-15 07:12 pm (UTC)Calmerion had first stumbled around for almost an hour, hoping everything would go back to its usual, non-green state before too long, and when that was all sorted, he’d come back for more abuse. Auriel only knew why. Maybe it was because Brelyna was so cute. But he knew he would regret this as soon as she stretched out her hand and enveloped him in light. He felt like he was… rippling. Changing.
Her spell-light faded, and the rippling effect all over his body stilled.
Everything was… wrong. His legs were in the wrong place. His weight was distributed strangely. His head was too close to the ground. He had… were those hooves? Was that him? When he tried to ask what she’d done to him, the only sound that came out of his throat was a panicked bellow, distressingly similar to the ones he’d heard around the Pelagia farm when a dragon swooped over Whiterun with a taste for juicy Skyrim beef.
“Sorry! Sorry! Let me see if I can just—oh, Azura, I’m sorry!” Brelyna, her eyes widened in terror, kept casting spells over him, one after the other.
His body didn’t know what shape it was. He kept changing—flapping, barking, switching between scales and fur and who knows what else, an assortment of squawks and chatters filling the Hall of Attainment as she tried to undo whatever she’d tried to do to him in the first place.
Finally, the spells stopped, and he sprawled out on the floor of the Hall of the Elements, panting and checking himself all over with blessedly familiar hands to make sure everything was in the right place.
“Oh, gods! I’m so sorry! I don’t know what went wrong!” Brelyna said, wringing her hands. She bent over him to see if he was back to normal, but Calmerion scrambled backwards.
“You turned me into a cow!” he cried.
“And about half a dozen others,” J’zargo supplied from an alcove. “No cats, though. Shame.”
Brelyna looked stricken. “I shouldn’t have asked if I could practice on you. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I’m so sorry. I’m going to go… study some more…” With that, she fled, before Calmerion could even tell her there wasn’t any harm done. Because there wasn’t. As far as he could tell, he was an elf again, and there weren’t any side effects from the spell. Although, it was possible he would have to wait for a while to see if that was true.
When he was sure everything had been set right, he stood up and made to follow her. He liked her, and she obviously liked him, and it would be just stupid if this were to cut short whatever might have come of it.
He could hear her footsteps heading to the Arcanaeum. A door slammed in haste. He lengthened his stride and entered the library after her, but she was nowhere in sight. Hiding, probably. He looked to Urag for help, but the orc was repairing the binding on a large book and did not look like he was in a mood to be disturbed.
“Brelyna,” Calmerion said.
A hooded face, purple with embarrassment, appeared around a corner.
“It’s all right,” he assured her, trying to sound soothing—something that did not come easy to him. He held up his hands. “See? No harm done. Sorry I shouted.”
She nodded and withdrew. Calmerion sighed. They’d been getting along so well.
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Brelyna did not let that setback get in the way. Once she had managed to force her mortification beneath the surface, she attacked her research with renewed zeal, strangely invigorated by her failure. When she first came to the College, she didn’t have the raw power to turn an elf into a cow, accidentally or otherwise—she was getting stronger. But she still had much to learn.
Calmerion left Winterhold again at the end of the month. Probably to do important Dragonborn things. He didn’t return for a while, but Brelyna’s knowledge grew by leaps and bounds in the time that he was gone as she read, studied, practiced, and maybe sneaked a look at her teachers’ notes. Time and time again she failed, but with each failure came new insight.
When he finally came back, her project was done. Or almost done. The only thing it still needed was for someone to appreciate it.