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Children and Companions (2/4)
Date: 2014-07-30 08:11 pm (UTC)It's the Festival of Lights in Dawnstar, and everyone is celebrating. There's not much to celebrate in such a cold town plagued by darkness and some cursed ruins nearby, but they'll try their hardest.
Alarik offers his son a sip of mead, just for the holiday. Most Nords agree that, while mead is an excellent drink, it's not intended for young children. On festivals, sure, but not for every meal. They have their mother's milk for the first couple of years, and then they can boil teas and make clean water like the old Nord explorers used to. The healers seem to think it's the best way, and Alarik trusts the healers.
But still he lets young Torvar try a sip, as he has the past few years on the day of the festival. Torvar smiles as he tastes the sweet honey on his tongue, and Alarik laughs- a true Nord already.
The festival is more than mead, though, and Torvar loves every moment of it. There are bright candles everywhere, and the other townsfolk are handing out sweets and singing cheerful songs. For once in a year, the whole town has banded together in their cheer ignoring the ruins in the distance. For once in a year, it seems that everyone has one another's back. For once in a year, Dawnstar is happy.
And Torvar smiles, glad that he is a part of this moment of celebration in this town.
21st Last Seed, 4E 179
Mother and daughter lurk in a bush.
It's just past sunrise, and Hedvika has her bow drawn and pointing at a buck. Aela watches silently, memorizing how her mother tenses her arms and focuses her gaze. There's a formula to it, a muscle memory that let's her repeat the action quickly in battle and in hunt.
The arrow shoots forward with a snap of the bowstring. It's almost too fast for Aela to see the buck startle and stagger, and then another one shoots forward before the girl can do a double take. The buck falls to the ground, dead.
Hedvika holds up a cautionary hand to make sure Aela doesn't move until the coast is clear. The girl stays as still as she can possibly hold herself, not wanting to ruin the moment for her mother or herself. Once Hedvika is sure they're safe, she grabs the fallen deer and heads back to camp.
It's nice, these hunting trips with one another. As Hedvika skins and cooks the deer, she tells Aela stories of some of her battles as a Companion, and Aela nods with wonder. And later, as they eat the fresh venison and drink from their waterskins, Hedvika tells Aela what life in Jorrvaskr is like. She tells of the mead-swilling rabble, of the newer warriors who all have their own stories to tell. Aela giggles and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
Mother and daughter laugh by the campfire, and when Aela finally goes to sleep, Hedvika presses a warm kiss to her forehead and spends the night keeping watch