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Re: F!DB / Eorlund Gray-Mane "Skyforged Chains" 5/?
Date: 2014-04-06 12:06 pm (UTC)Eorlund paused in sharpening the dagger in his hand, raising his blue eyes to meet his wife’s. “I take it you and the other women of the village will help with the birth then.” He watched his wife nod and swallowed. “It will be good to have that house occupied again,” he allowed cautiously. His stomach clenched as he mentally calculated the last time he had seen the Thane of Whiterun to the present. No, it was not possible. Surely—just the once? “Is she intending to stay?”
Fralia shrugged, frowning as a sharp rap sounded on the door. “Who could be calling at this hour?” She rose from the chair she had been settled into, her expression confused. What with the division between the Gray-Manes and the Battle-Borns, the visitors to their home had dwindled. It was truly unusual for there to be any visitors after dark. Dark was the province of thieves, vampires and werewolves.
Eorlund stood, grabbing for his two-handed silver axe and starting past his wife. Whiterun was a relatively safe town but bad things—such as the recent spate of vampire attacks—did sometime happen to good people. “Hold, wife,” he ordered, stepping past his frail bride to the door. He pulled it slightly open, shock filling his face. “Avulstein?”
“Let me in, Father. Please,” called the desperate voice of his younger son. Eorlund pulled open the door, hauling his son out of the night.
Fralia set the ladle in the pot and hurried towards her white-blonde haired son, her hands tracing his face as if memorizing him. “Avulstein, what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice brittle. She had not wanted to let her sons go off to fight the Imperials—not both of them. Wasn’t it bad enough that her Olfina pined after that Battle-Born boy? She didn’t want to lose all of her children.
Avulstein shook his head, fear filling his blue eyes. “Thorald was taken,” he admitted quietly, watching the horror blossom in his mother’s cornflower eyes. “By the Thalmor,” he added.
Eorlund’s expression sobered, his blue eyes shuttered. “How long ago, Avulstein?” He set the axe back against the wall and dropped heavily onto the stool he’d been sitting on before. He saw this war for what it was—the petty squabbling of two giants with innocent people trampled underfoot. And now his eldest was lost to him—to the Thalmor. Why could his sons not have just been happy to learn the craft of their ancestors—to learn to man the SkyForge and serve the Companions?
Avulstein sat across from his father, a bowl of stew pressed into his hand by his mother. “Nearly a year, Father. I’ve been avoiding patrols and Imperials since then and only just made it back. But they’re looking for me and if they find me, I’ll be sent to the Thalmor too.”
Eorlund groaned tiredly, his broad hands wiping down his face. “I told you, Fralia, that we had no business getting involved in Ulfric’s war.” He met his wife’s gaze, seeing the fury rise. “We are blacksmiths—but you needed to take a side.” Turning to face his youngest son, he saw the same passion of his wife’s in the younger Gray-Mane’s eyes. “You can stay here as long as you like, Avulstein. I beg of you, do not go looking for a fight with the Thalmor. Or the Battle-Borns.” He stood, brushing off the lap of his hide armor and starting upstairs. “I’m to bed. Goodnight.”
Fralia shook her head as Eorlund disappeared upstairs to their bedchamber, her lips pressed tight. “Damned Battle-Borns. They know something, I’m sure of it.” She glanced at Avulstein, her expression softening. “My son. Let’s get you to bed.”
Re: F!DB / Eorlund Gray-Mane "Skyforged Chains" 5/?
Date: 2014-04-08 05:26 pm (UTC)Re: F!DB / Eorlund Gray-Mane "Skyforged Chains" 6/?
Date: 2014-04-08 11:20 pm (UTC)The Dragonborn chuckled and offered a small smile. “You have found my weakness, mum,” admitted the copper-haired woman as she shifted her son in her arms. “So many lovely pendants—though I think this little one might take too much of a liking to pulling on them.” She nodded down at her son, tugging the blanket a little snugger around him.
Fralia laughed and shook her head, delight filling her voice. “If I may, my lady? I haven’t held a newborn since I helped Carlotta deliver her daughter. May I hold him?”
The Dragonborn swallowed, glancing between the matriarch of the Gray-Manes and her son. Or, more precisely, the wife of the father of her child. Of course there was no way that could go badly, she thought sarcastically. Offering a falsely bright smile, she nodded. “But of course. I shouldn’t monopolize him,” she allowed as she carefully set her son in the older woman’s arms.
Fralia smiled down at the baby. Fair skin like his mother and the fuzz on his head had the same coppery cast. His eyes were blue—though a much lighter shade than his mother’s lapis gaze. Perhaps the father had eyes of that pale shade? “He is a handsome one, Thane. And so well-behaved…like my Thorald,” she whispered, her breath quickening as a tear slipped down her cheek.
The Dragonborn stepped closer, taking the baby from Fralia’s arms and handing him to Lydia before turning back to Fralia. Taking her by the arm, she led her away from the stall, hoping to give the older woman some privacy. “Fralia, whatever is the matter?”
Fralia smiled wanly at the younger woman and patted her cheek. “You’re such a nice girl. It’s my sons, Thane. My eldest has been taken by the Thalmor and my youngest—he jumps at every shadow thinking that he shall be next. I am losing my sons and I don’t know what to do.”
The Dragonborn frowned, glancing at the disapproving look on Lydia’s face before she met Fralia’s gaze again. “Fralia, what can I do to help?”
Lydia shook her head at her Thane, shifting the tiny boy against her chest. She needed to focus on her family, not the goings on in town. There would always be some sort of drama, Lydia knew. It was the nature of towns. But the Dragonborn had responsibilities—and one of them was the boy in Lydia’s arms.
Fralia’s smile warmed. “The Battle-Borns. They know something. Find proof that they know what happened to my Thorald and bring it to my house tonight.” She clasped the Dragonborn’s hands in hers and hurried back to her stand. “Remember, tonight.”
Lydia walked towards the Dragonborn, letting the younger woman take back her son. “What have you gotten yourself into now, my Thane?”
The Dragonborn sighed, offering a smile down at her son before she met Lydia’s troubled gaze. “More trouble. We’ll finish the shopping later.”
Re: F!DB / Eorlund Gray-Mane "Skyforged Chains" 6/?
Date: 2014-04-11 01:54 pm (UTC)Re: F!DB / Eorlund Gray-Mane "Skyforged Chains" 6/?
Date: 2014-04-21 06:14 pm (UTC)RE: Re: F!DB / Eorlund Gray-Mane "Skyforged Chains" 6/?
Date: 2017-06-23 02:34 pm (UTC)