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A Hero for Skyrim 19/?
Date: 2014-07-25 09:37 am (UTC)In any case, as much as he would have enjoyed watching them puzzle it out, he was not about to subject the two to his prying and… whatever it was Ulfric’s guard was doing. Exasperated, the Greybeard huffed as gently as he could manage. Ulfric started, reflexively straightening up, before seeming to remember himself. Einarth was amused to see the man struggle to contain his indignation; the man was still a boy, even after all these years, and the elder was comforted by the knowledge.
As Ulfric turned away from her, the Dragonborn reached out to him. She faltered however, but the gesture was enough to give him pause. Her hand fell back to her side, as she spoke the man gently, “You can have it all, Ulfric: Power, Wealth, Freedom... But you have to learn to see and accept truth wherever you find it. Especially when you find it in those you hate.”
“You disapprove of the way I run Windhelm.”
“Whoever and wherever they were, they’re your people now too.”
“And what about you?”
“Show me a king I would die for, and I would give him everything he asked of me.”
“Everything, you say?”
“If it’s you… maybe.”
“Only ‘maybe’ if it’s me…”
“You know what I meant!”
“I’m not certain I do, Dragonborn.” Once again, the words were drawled, but there was mirth this time around.
“You’re insufferable, you know that?” The girl made a small, undignified noise, “I don’t have to prove anything to you.”
Galmar gave a bark of laughter, and while Einarth was less than pleased with the cause, he had no complaints with the result. Namely, that the boy stopped antagonizing the girl and finally made to leave. It was with a small but pleasant surprise that he noted the spark in his once dead eyes, again. Though whether it was due to the arrival of a worthy opponent and a good challenge, or something else, remained to be seen.
Still, the Greybeard could not suppress a smirk when Ulfric’s newfound composure cracked at the sight of his second leering next to one of his old masters. “Master Einarth,” he warily acknowledged. Einarth simply looked pointedly at Galmar, whose leer had turned into something too gleefully obscene for polite company. Ulfric was swift to reprimand his second. The former student surveyed the halls, and finding no one, looked once more to the courtyard. The Dragonborn must have been satisfied with what she saw, for she nodded and turned once more to the view from the courtyard, and Ulfric departed with his companion in tow.
With the last remnants of the warring factions gone, silence descended upon the halls of High Hrothgar. Silence, but not peace. The Greybeard worried; whatever hopes the Dragonborn had in mind for her predecessor must be considered carefully. And while it had affected what might be a positive change, any misstep on her part had the potential to destroy the lost disciple more thoroughly than whatever had broken him before.
The Dragonborn did not move from her vantage point even as he went to stand beside her. She murmured a soft address, “Master Einarth.” For a time, they stood in companionable silence, and he waited as she gathered her thoughts.
Eventually, she drew a breath and turned to the elder. “I suppose you want an explanation.”
He merely arched a brow and looked at her expectantly.
Re: A Hero for Skyrim 19/?
Date: 2014-07-27 10:39 am (UTC)Re: A Hero for Skyrim 19/?
Date: 2014-07-28 08:37 pm (UTC)