AlbaGuBrath
"Scotland Forever"
(@Iskolde)
Saorat knelt at the edge of a small pool a little way to the east of Fort Greenwall, splashing the cool water onto her face and arms to wash away the filth and to keep her mind firmly in the present. Normally she hated water and would go out of her way to avoid it, but on days like this, she relished its ability to wash away all sorts of grime, though it could only penetrate so deep. The battle today had been a hard one, though none were ever easy. She wondered if it would always be that way, and trembled at the thought that it might not be. Many lives had been lost that day on both sides, many by her own hand. Was it worthwhile? Saorat justified it with the thought that she had saved many lives as well, the lives of her friends and comrades, and had contributed to a cause that would bring peace once again. But still, the thought continued to trouble her.
It was good to be alone in the darkening trees, however. The evening filled her with a sense of calm, and she felt less out of place than among the drinking Nords around the campfire. They were good people, and she cared about them, but there were still times she preferred to be left alone to forget about life's troubles. However, that was not to be tonight, as footsteps behind her broke the silence. She jumped, her nerves still on edge, but relaxed to see the swath of blue rather than red on the other's uniform.
"Saorat, you're ordered back to Greenwall immediately. Galmar's orders."
She raised an eyebrow at the message but didn't verbally express her confusion. Why in the world would he send for her? What had she done? The two weren't exactly on the best terms, apparently he didn't care for a common cat questioning his orders. She had learned proper etiquette shortly after their first encounter, though she persisted from sheer stubbornness for a week after. Finally, she had to come to terms with the fact that despite her personal feelings toward him, he was her commander and had to be obeyed, which she did. Most of the time.
With a sigh, she flicked the water from her paws and walked back to the fort. Upon entering the room, she expected to find him poring over a map, but instead, he was fiddling with something over in the corner. She took her place and stared straight ahead, stating "You called for me." He turned from the corner and faced her, revealing a bound elf in a Legate's uniform.
"I'm told you come from Riften. Is this true?"
She glanced over at the elf and back to Galmar, uncertain where he was going with the line of questioning. Besides, he knew she was from Riften. It was one of the several reasons he gave for why she wouldn't make it. It was also one of the reasons she refused to leave.
She opened her mouth to answer his question, but he interrupted her with a wave of his hand.
"Good, so you know the land around here. You're to watch this fellow until arrangements can made about what to do with him. He is not to escape." He leaned forward and stressed the words, staring straight at her. "Do I make myself clear?"
She broke her eyes away from where they had been staring through to the back wall and focused them instead on his with a hard look. "Yes, sir. Perfectly."
With that, the officer swept past her and began barking orders at the others in the courtyard, and she took a seat opposite of the Legate, placing her bow across her lap. She would have liked to be able to have some peace and get some rest, but apparently Galmar had other ideas, and as much as she disliked him, she wasn't going to let him down.
Saorat knelt at the edge of a small pool a little way to the east of Fort Greenwall, splashing the cool water onto her face and arms to wash away the filth and to keep her mind firmly in the present. Normally she hated water and would go out of her way to avoid it, but on days like this, she relished its ability to wash away all sorts of grime, though it could only penetrate so deep. The battle today had been a hard one, though none were ever easy. She wondered if it would always be that way, and trembled at the thought that it might not be. Many lives had been lost that day on both sides, many by her own hand. Was it worthwhile? Saorat justified it with the thought that she had saved many lives as well, the lives of her friends and comrades, and had contributed to a cause that would bring peace once again. But still, the thought continued to trouble her.
It was good to be alone in the darkening trees, however. The evening filled her with a sense of calm, and she felt less out of place than among the drinking Nords around the campfire. They were good people, and she cared about them, but there were still times she preferred to be left alone to forget about life's troubles. However, that was not to be tonight, as footsteps behind her broke the silence. She jumped, her nerves still on edge, but relaxed to see the swath of blue rather than red on the other's uniform.
"Saorat, you're ordered back to Greenwall immediately. Galmar's orders."
She raised an eyebrow at the message but didn't verbally express her confusion. Why in the world would he send for her? What had she done? The two weren't exactly on the best terms, apparently he didn't care for a common cat questioning his orders. She had learned proper etiquette shortly after their first encounter, though she persisted from sheer stubbornness for a week after. Finally, she had to come to terms with the fact that despite her personal feelings toward him, he was her commander and had to be obeyed, which she did. Most of the time.
With a sigh, she flicked the water from her paws and walked back to the fort. Upon entering the room, she expected to find him poring over a map, but instead, he was fiddling with something over in the corner. She took her place and stared straight ahead, stating "You called for me." He turned from the corner and faced her, revealing a bound elf in a Legate's uniform.
"I'm told you come from Riften. Is this true?"
She glanced over at the elf and back to Galmar, uncertain where he was going with the line of questioning. Besides, he knew she was from Riften. It was one of the several reasons he gave for why she wouldn't make it. It was also one of the reasons she refused to leave.
She opened her mouth to answer his question, but he interrupted her with a wave of his hand.
"Good, so you know the land around here. You're to watch this fellow until arrangements can made about what to do with him. He is not to escape." He leaned forward and stressed the words, staring straight at her. "Do I make myself clear?"
She broke her eyes away from where they had been staring through to the back wall and focused them instead on his with a hard look. "Yes, sir. Perfectly."
With that, the officer swept past her and began barking orders at the others in the courtyard, and she took a seat opposite of the Legate, placing her bow across her lap. She would have liked to be able to have some peace and get some rest, but apparently Galmar had other ideas, and as much as she disliked him, she wasn't going to let him down.
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