AlbaGuBrath
"Scotland Forever"
Moving through the marketplace and watching the people go about their lives, Saorat felt that, for a moment, she could forget all about the war. Whiterun had never taken a strong side during the conflict, the Jarl preferring to keep his people out of it, and even now it showed. It was peaceful - a welcome change from the previous months of being a fugitive. It would be easy to stay here and forget all about the rumors and half-hopes that had carried her here, to accept their loss and move on. But she couldn’t forget, not while there was a chance. They’d made a promise, an oath to keep searching and never give up, and if they were still there, she would be too.
And so, taking a deep breath before plunging into the bustling crush of people, Saorat began another day of searching, asking, and listening for… anything, really. She’d thought they she was close a few weeks ago in Windhelm, but the trail ran cold and it soon became apparent that it was too dangerous to stay any longer. Backtracking south had yielded frustratingly little, not to mention the disappearance of the other former soldiers who had been scouting the area, but now there was something. Not much, just an idea and a risky one at that, but it could maybe make a difference. She just needed more information.
Fralia Gray-Mane did not have that information. The smile on Saorat’s face was growing strained as the woman talked to her about her son, feeling uncomfortable at being pinned in one place while the elder’s animated gestures drew attention to them both, but she just nodded politely as the story continued. Since the artifact she was looking for was a sword, Saorat reasoned, Eorland seemed like a good place to start asking about it. But if he knew anything, he was as taciturn as ever, so now she was here. But the friendly old woman, though apparently more willing to speak with her, had said nothing related to her search. She was glancing around for some inspiration on how to escape without causing offence when she thought she caught a glimpse of a familiar face disappearing around a building. A familiar, furry face.
One story was just coming to a close and another about to start when Saorat finally managed to break in.
“I’m very pleased to hear that your son is doing well, ma’am, really I am. He’s a brave man and I know you’re surely proud of him. But I’ll have to hear your stories another time, I have someone to find.”
A broad smile spread across the older woman’s face and she nodded benignly, shooing her former audience away.
“Ahh, right. Go on now, and good luck! Bring him back safely too…”
Well, that’s not exactly what I meant… Saorat thought as she hurried away, but Fralia wasn’t too far off. If this idea worked, perhaps they could soon be bringing their king safely to his home…
Carefully trying to avoid looking suspicious, she hid herself in the crowd and trailed behind the stranger, watching carefully. She was sure it was the same Khajiit - it wasn’t like they were all that common here anyway - but she needed to confirm that they weren’t still there. A shiver passed through her spine as she remembered the two elves who had been nearby in Windhelm, especially the woman with frightening eyes, who made it impossible for her to get close enough to get any information. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, there’d been vampires. The eccentric Khajiit seemed to know something, but it hadn’t been worth the risk. Now, though, those dangers were nowhere to be seen. She could do it. It would be alright.
She took another steadying breath.
Alright… Here goes...
She quickened her pace until she drew up just behind the Khajiit and cleared her throat.
“Wait…” she started, trying to get his attention, “I know you!”
Saorat lifted her face, shadowed under a grey-green cowl, and her whiskers twitched with humor as she forced an awkward grin at the other.
“You’re the Thane with a towel on his head! What brings you to this lonely city?”
0stinato
And so, taking a deep breath before plunging into the bustling crush of people, Saorat began another day of searching, asking, and listening for… anything, really. She’d thought they she was close a few weeks ago in Windhelm, but the trail ran cold and it soon became apparent that it was too dangerous to stay any longer. Backtracking south had yielded frustratingly little, not to mention the disappearance of the other former soldiers who had been scouting the area, but now there was something. Not much, just an idea and a risky one at that, but it could maybe make a difference. She just needed more information.
Fralia Gray-Mane did not have that information. The smile on Saorat’s face was growing strained as the woman talked to her about her son, feeling uncomfortable at being pinned in one place while the elder’s animated gestures drew attention to them both, but she just nodded politely as the story continued. Since the artifact she was looking for was a sword, Saorat reasoned, Eorland seemed like a good place to start asking about it. But if he knew anything, he was as taciturn as ever, so now she was here. But the friendly old woman, though apparently more willing to speak with her, had said nothing related to her search. She was glancing around for some inspiration on how to escape without causing offence when she thought she caught a glimpse of a familiar face disappearing around a building. A familiar, furry face.
One story was just coming to a close and another about to start when Saorat finally managed to break in.
“I’m very pleased to hear that your son is doing well, ma’am, really I am. He’s a brave man and I know you’re surely proud of him. But I’ll have to hear your stories another time, I have someone to find.”
A broad smile spread across the older woman’s face and she nodded benignly, shooing her former audience away.
“Ahh, right. Go on now, and good luck! Bring him back safely too…”
Well, that’s not exactly what I meant… Saorat thought as she hurried away, but Fralia wasn’t too far off. If this idea worked, perhaps they could soon be bringing their king safely to his home…
Carefully trying to avoid looking suspicious, she hid herself in the crowd and trailed behind the stranger, watching carefully. She was sure it was the same Khajiit - it wasn’t like they were all that common here anyway - but she needed to confirm that they weren’t still there. A shiver passed through her spine as she remembered the two elves who had been nearby in Windhelm, especially the woman with frightening eyes, who made it impossible for her to get close enough to get any information. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, there’d been vampires. The eccentric Khajiit seemed to know something, but it hadn’t been worth the risk. Now, though, those dangers were nowhere to be seen. She could do it. It would be alright.
She took another steadying breath.
Alright… Here goes...
She quickened her pace until she drew up just behind the Khajiit and cleared her throat.
“Wait…” she started, trying to get his attention, “I know you!”
Saorat lifted her face, shadowed under a grey-green cowl, and her whiskers twitched with humor as she forced an awkward grin at the other.
“You’re the Thane with a towel on his head! What brings you to this lonely city?”
0stinato