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The Line Begins to Blur	By : VirusVescichetta Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 61884 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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By early morning Lydia was able to walk, though she had a fairly noticeable limp for most of the trip back to Riverwood. She eventually caved to my insistence that she drink another healing potion. It wasn't strong enough to do much more than dull the pain and relieve some of the swelling. We somehow managed the trip without incident, though the dragon's skeleton was still cluttered around the archway to the town.
"No one's going to clean this up?" I asked aloud as I walked through the bones.
"They're dragon bones. What can anyone do about them?" Lydia asked with a slight frown.
I shrugged. "I don't know. Make some weapons or tools or something? You can hack them up with a solid blade and a bit of patience. There are some scales around that could probably be used for armour." After pointing it out the thought occurred to me that I should probably grab some of the bits and pieces myself for such a project. I doubted I really had the skill to work with dragon bones or scales but I didn't see the harm in trying.
I didn't bother to stop in on anyone on the way through the town. I had already visited them, after all, and saw little point in saying hello only to immediately leave. I still exchanged quick pleasantries with Halvor as I passed his smithy, if only because I had to walk by regardless. He seemed pleasantly surprised about our relatively fine health after going to Orphan Rock and back.
We reached Whiterun by early afternoon. When I caught Lydia limping slightly again I ordered her to stay at the house while I delivered the news and Nettlebane to Danica Pure-Spring. She looked like she wanted to protest but followed my request obediently.
I toyed idly with the twisted black and brown knife as I walked. It felt rough and earthy, like the handle had been carved roughly from some dead tree and left unbound, and oddly heavy for its size. Ornate, if decadent, etchings traced about the small knife's dirty black blade and hilt. What little magical sense I had could feel the dark energies twisting around the unpleasant thing.
Danica apparently felt the sickly magic enchanted on Nettlebane and refused to so much as touch it. I was left with the instruction to head to the Eldergleam Sanctuary, as she called it, and retrieve the sap of the tree myself. "I better be getting something for this," I muttered on the way out the door when it occurred to me that I couldn't recall discussing a reward.
I arrived at my home to find my sister tending to Lydia's bruised leg. With her armour off I could see the extent of her injuries. Her ankle was swollen and dark purple stretched up the side of her calf. I explained my most recent errand while I retrieved a strong enough healing potion to heal her leg by the next day.
I didn't announce my intention to leave immediately until after she had finished the potion. It was strong enough to leave her drowsy and she protested to my leaving without her. "I'll go with him," Keesara offered. "I wanted to visit this Eldergleam tree but Danica said going there would be dangerous on my own."
"And what makes you think I want you tagging along?" I chuckled until she gave me a sharp punch in the arm.
"I want to see if it's like a Hist tree. I've never heard of something like this outside of Black Marsh."
I couldn't fault her for that, considering I had been wondering it myself. "It's still dangerous. Going with me will only exacerbate that fact."
"So? I know you won't let anything happen to your dear sister," she said with a cute smile. I caught myself short of correcting her. "Please?" she cooed after a moment of my silence.
"Fine," I relented at length. I was immediately set upon with a vicious hug and stream of slurred thanks. I grunted and stumbled back from the force. "But I don't want to hear you complaining that you're cold or that your feet are sore or that a dragon's attacking us. It's all part of travelling."
"I won't complain," Keesara pulled away from me and huffed. I didn't believe her for a moment but didn't want to delay our departure any further.

"How did Lydia's leg get hurt?" Keesara asked as we trudged through the deepening snow. She had piped up from time to time with odd and random questions, ranging from how working with the Companions had gone to which women in Whiterun had shared my bed. My answers had ranged from honest explanations to outright refusal to respond.
"She fell off a rock," I shrugged against my heavy cloak. "Dangerous things, rocks. You never know when one is going to get you."
I vindicated my own advice by ducking a pebble my sister chucked at my head. The setting sun was touching the mountains to the east, casting long shadows across the country. I turned my head to look back at Whiterun, a few miles behind us. It was hard to see for the falling snow but I could make out its outline in the distance. We had walked steadily all afternoon despite the weather and true to her word my sister hadn't complained. I had noticed her breathing getting heavier for the past hour or so, though, and decided that as night fell it would likely be best to find some place to rest and get out of the snow.
Such a place became apparent when we came upon a somewhat familiar escarpment jutting from the cliffs. I hadn't thought much of it on my last pass through the area, though a small path led off the road to a cave under the hill of rock. Curiosity as to what was at the top had me climbing the jagged stone.
"What are you doing?" Keesara asked as I started to climb.
"Seeing what's up here. You can go into the cave if you'd like," I answered and glanced down at her from a little over my height up the cliff.
She looked to the open darkness and then back to me before shaking her head. "I'll stay down here and make sure that I can see you fall into that river when you inevitably slip."
"Wouldn't be the first time," I laughed. "Although it wasn't actually from up here that I fell. The height looks about the same, though."
My sister muttered something below her breath that I couldn't quite catch. I didn't give her much regard and instead continued climbing. It took me a couple minutes to reach the top. I found a single standing stone that looked to rise about as high as my chest atop a small dais at the centre. The flat hilltop was dotted with dead trees and I could make out scattered bones among the whiteness capping the hill.
I took a step towards the standing stone and was somehow caught offguard when the bones coalesced into complete skeletons and stood up. I sighed and took my sword from its place on my shoulder. I didn't bother unsheathing it, seeing little point in dulling my blade against bleached bone. The first one that approached exploded into shards and scattered from my covered blade. Desire for entertainment caused one with a bow to explode from a shot of fire to the chest.
The last two fell quickly enough to my strikes. Reanimated skeletons were hardly a problem to anyone with enough strength to break their bones. The fact that anything had reacted to my presence made me question was so important about the standing stone.
I walked over to it and crouched to inspect it. There was a circular hole near the top and a constellation whose name I couldn't remember carved into the face of it. I didn't know enough about such things to guess at the stone's purpose.
"Hey, Kees!" I shouted down the hill after making my way to the edge. "Get up here. I need a hand with something."
"What?"
"Just get up here and I'll show you."
"No."
"I'll let you take my clothes off."
The fact that she was standing next to me a minute later had me shaking my head and her snarling after me about tricking her. I asked her about the symbol on the standing stone, figuring she'd know more about something academic than I did. "It's the Ritual," she looked at me like she thought me stupid. "Don't you know the constellations?"
"Of course I do. I just don't care about their names or what they mean. Why is it carved into a small pillar? I want to know what one is supposed to do with this hilltop stone."
She shrugged. "If I had to guess I'd say it was something to do with the undead. The Ritual is usually associated with either the moon or the undead."
"That would explain the skeletons," I nodded. "Well, I guess there's one really good way to figure this thing out," I shrugged before kneeling before the stone. I pressed my hand to it and found the rock unnaturally cold to the point that it made my palm tingle uncomfortably.
White light began to glow from within the stone, illuminating the lines and dots carved into its face. A beam of light shot up from the stone a moment later to the night sky. The Ritual in the sky shone as brightly as its stone for a few seconds before the light receded and rushed into me. The knowledge of the Ritual's spell flooding my mind wasn't unlike when I absorbed a dragon's soul, though the magic felt somehow cold and foreign.
I shook my head and stood back to my feet. Keesara looked slightly concerned. "Apparently I can make dead people get up with this," I gestured to the stone. "Might be handy if I need to fight someone surrounded by corpses."
We made our way back down to the cave. I didn't notice the smell of blood and smoke until I got inside the entrance. "Hold on," I raised my hand to stop my sister.
She halted immediately, apparently trusting my judgement that something was amiss. I crouched low and crept into the cave. I slid my sword from its scabbard and tossed off my hood as I crept along the cave wall. As I made my way inside I could hear the sounds of tearing flesh and crunching bones.
The source became apparent when I found a pair of trolls devouring a mess of broken bodies next to a fire at the back of the cave. I assumed that the humans were the ones who lit the fire; as far as I was aware trolls lacked the intelligence to do so.
They were too engrossed in their meal to notice me or my scent. I gripped my greatsword with both hands and pointed the tip at the back of a troll. "Wuld!" my Voice echoed in the small cavern. I shot towards the troll on the whirlwind of my Thu'um and impaled it from behind. I couldn't stop myself from tumbling several feet with the beast. Its flailing body knocked me away and wrenched my grip from my sword.
I scrambled to my feet in time to see the other troll charging at me almost as quickly as I had attacked its counterpart. I didn't have time to get out of the way before it crashed into me. I hit the wall behind me and felt my armour compress into my chest. My bones held but I knew I'd be sore for a while. The troll pinning me to the wall was a more pressing concern than my potential soreness, though.
"Fus Ro!" I Shouted in the troll's face. Using another Thu'um so soon after the last left my throat feeling strained and raw but it drove the troll away and I considered that more important.
I was reminded of my climb to High Hrothgar when flames burst from my hands to engulf the vicious creature in front of me. It thrashed and bellowed with terrible, agonized shrieks. It was such a sigh and sound I didn't notice the other one, sword pried from its rapidly healing back, until a shard of ice flew past me to catch it in the throat.
I looked first at the further injured and enraged troll, then to the source of the ice: my sister. I had long forgotten that she had studied basic magic with me. It had never occurred to me that she may have continued after I left. I turned my flames to the momentarily disabled troll to make sure it wouldn't get another chance to attack me.
"Are you okay?" Keesara ran over to me with worry in her eyes. She looked over my dented armour with fussy hands until I swatted them away.
"Other than the stink of burning troll, I'm fine," I assured her while I retrieved my sword. "Didn't know you could cast spells like that, though. You surprise me every day."
My sister looked immensely pleased with herself at that. "I do what I can," she smiled sweetly. "I could never use magic as well as you, but that doesn't mean I don't know a few spells."
"The way I remember it you were better at Illusion and Alteration than I was," I pointed out. "Which reminds me, I have a spell tome you should leave through."
"You mean that transmutation spell?" she asked as we made our way over the smouldering remains of the fire. There was a small camp set up around the cave that I assumed was put in place by the trolls' meal. There was even a single bedroll that suggested an intimate relationship between the pair of humans. I had no idea if the trolls were lovers, though.
"You went through my things?" I asked warily. It wouldn't be the first time. Or the hundredth, for that matter.
"It was a book you had lying around. I didn't think you'd mind me reading it," Keesara huffed. "Although speaking of your things, a courier arrived the other day with a message." She reached into tunic and extracted a folded sheet of paper.
"Did you read it?"
"It's some Dragonborn thing," she explained.
I flipped it open and read the note aloud. "'Not all are pleased to see the return of the Dragonborn. Be careful where you use your Thu'um. I for one am happy to see a true hero these days. You should make it a point to visit Sunderstone Gorge. Rumour has it a great power lies there.' It's signed 'a friend' and there's a crude map scribbled on the back of it. Apparently this place is a ways west of Whiterun."
"Does that mean I have to come with you to do Dragonborn stuff?" Keesara asked. She and I set to work at refreshing the camp while we talked.
"I doubt it. Though there is a certain amount of fun to be gleaned from finding these places. Fighting dragons certainly isn't boring."
"You're depraved."
"Says the girl whose greatest desire in life is her brother's body."
"Half-brother!"
I sighed and looked to the bedroll. "Speaking of which, we only have one bed."
"I don't mind," she said blithely.
"I'm aware. I, however, do," I said.
She folded her arms under her breasts and pouted. "If you were with Lydia you'd be fine with it," she said as though it were relevant.
"Of course I would. I'd have sex with her, too," I chuckled. "She'd probably suggest it. We could make love by the firelight, our shadows dancing in carnal rhythms on the walls..."
"I still can't believe you're more willing to share your bed with a human than me," she said with something close to offence or indignation.
"And I still can't believe I come from a swamp populated by people who worship a bunch of trees, but that doesn't make it any less true," I shrugged and barely withheld my snicker at her sputtering anger. "Regardless, the point is moot. We'll have to keep watch and make sure nothing sneaks in during the night to eat us, like those two."
We scrounged up some uncooked food from around the former camp and made something close to a meal. I stripped off my chilly armour and wrapped myself in my travelling cloak in lieu of a blanket, as my sister quickly swiped the only one that seemed to be around. I was for once thankful of my inability to sweat, as it kept me from getting my wool socks wet inside my cold boots. There wasn't any handy way to fix my dented armour but it wasn't bad enough to cause serious discomfort.
Our idle chatter persisted for a couple hours before tiredness got the better of my sister. She agreed to take the latter watch and settled down for the night. It didn't take her long to fall asleep and I was left alone with my thoughts. I was curious about what sort of "great power" resided in Sunderstone Gorge. Considering the reference to my Shout I assumed it to be a new word. I still had the faint, formless whispers of the last dragon's soul I had consumed and was very much for learning some word to give it shape.
The thoughts of being the Dragonborn brought me to the logical reminder that I had been neglected the task set to me by the Greybeards. I wasn't thrilled about being told what I had to do but perhaps it would be a good idea to look into it soon. I was becoming steadily more interested in improving my skill with my Voice. After all, it wasn't as though my reluctance to follow orders was going to slow the dragons down any.

The rest of our walk to the Eldergleam Sanctuary was relatively uneventful. We encountered a few wolves and bears but I kept them from becoming problematic with my Voice. I could vaguely remember thinking of my calming Shout as being useless but had come to find it very handy. The conversation between my sister and I was curt for most of the trip with little more than comments on the chilly weather or my "Dragonborn thing". I could hardly fault Keesara for her curiosity; I imagined it a strange thing to hear that one's brother is an old Nord legend.
I noticed the greenery becoming thicker and lusher as we approached the area Danica Pure-Spring had marked on my map. "The country's getting more alive," my sister spoke as she looked around, "It reminds me of the groves back home." I could hear her voice getting more and more excited.
"Kind of," I agreed. "Though there's more snow here, and less swamp. I also can't help but notice that something isn't trying to eat me five times a day."
"It's already been three."
"It's still an improvement. I'll take it," I shrugged.
The thick undergrowth eventually gave way to what amounted to a gigantic tree in a crater. I couldn't see it very clearly for the surrounding rock and vegetation. I nearly had to chase my sister when she darted in. It seemed she had been a touch more excited than she had let on earlier.
I followed the short, twisting passageway carved into the rock until it gave way to the cavern inside. My eyes widened in surprise at what I beheld. The Eldergleam looked shockingly like a Hist tree from home, though somehow different. The difference seemed almost like that between a deciduous tree and a coniferous one. The closest comparison I could think of would be to relate the Hist in Black Marsh to the Eldergleam was an oak and a cedar.
"Holy shit," I cursed aloud.
"Kailev-Tel!" Keesara's harsh tone drew my attention away from the tree. "I think that's actually a Hist. How is it here in Skyrim?"
I levelled an annoyed glare at her. "How should I know? Try asking it."
She jumped as though she hadn't even considered the idea and bolted down the path again. I sighed and followed after her at a jog. Several of the humans sitting around the glade looked our way but none seemed very concerned with us.
I found Keesara stopped before the thick roots blocking the way closer. "I think this is why I was supposed to bring this thing," I remarked and drew Nettlebane from its leather wrappings in my pack. The second its edge touched the first giant root blocking us the wood retreated with an almost pained creaking.
My sister frowned but let me continue encouraging the tree to let us near its trunk. After removing the roots – each with the same painful groaning of wood – we arrived at the base of the tree. I looked up into its boughs while Keesara ran to the trunk.
Her palms nearly slapped to the wood in her excitement. I saw her eyes close and she let out a slow exhale before touching her forehead to the tree. "Awaken, Seed of Nirn. Awaken, that I might seek your guidance and counsel," she spoke in low tones of our native language and to my shock the tree responded. I hadn't heard the odd hissing, rustling language of the Hist in years but I found myself still able to understand it easily.
"Words this one has not heard in so long," the sound seemed to come from both within its truck and high in its branches. The two deep, rasping tones gave what amounted to its voice a harmonic quality. "Why have you come here, child of dust and water?" I still couldn't stand how slowly their kind spoke.
Keesara's face split in a wide grin and she looked between me and the giant tree. "Do you remember another child of dust taking a cutting?" I asked in Hist before my sister could interject.
Its wood seemed to twist and shift under its bark and I knew it was regarding me. "Many seasons ago, a child of dust and earth took a sapling that had grown from this one's fallen seed," the Hist explained, willing to leave its own question unanswered.
I nodded and considered my options. I knew that Danica intended for me to return with sap to return life to the Gildergreen, but I wasn't certain such a course of action would be for the best if it was even possible. In Black Marsh I had been raised to believe all death a necessary part of life. After all, the most prosperous life was often found among death and decay.
"Could we take another?" Keesara asked. "The tree that had grown from your seed has died, though I do not know from what."
"It grew alone; it was never nurtured. Its roots never reached deep enough to keep its own life anchored and so it withered," the Hist's leaves shook without wind as it spoke. "The children of this land do not know how to speak with us or nurture our saplings."
"We do," my sister's voice was as reverent as when we were children. "And we will."
There was a long pause, as though the tree was considering its actions carefully. "The children of dust and water have always cared for us in Argonia. This one survived in this land of rock and ice where many others did not. Their voices were silenced by the children of dust that inhabit this land; those of earth and stone and snow." I knew that children of dust and earth referred to humans, but I didn't know which races it meant by stone or snow. "Perhaps with you, a sapling will survive. Another voice would be welcome among us."
The dirt and rocks at our feet split apart as the sapling sprung to life. It grew in moments until it was as high as my chest and thick as my leg. I was about to question how we were going to carry it when my sister picked it up and slung it over her shoulder. It came free from the earth without resistance.
"Are you okay with that?" I asked with a chuckle.
She nodded. "It isn't very heavy. Just try not to get us into too much trouble."
"In all fairness, I've never found myself caught in any trouble I couldn't handle," I shrugged.
"And your Histskin has nothing to do with that, of course," Keesara rolled her eyes.
The Eldergleam rustled and creaked in response to my sister's words and I felt its focus on me. "A child of dust and water with the Histskin? You must be He Who Swims Against the Current." My name in their language took over seven seconds to say. I counted the time in my head.
"The other Hist speak of me?" I frowned. I wasn't surprised but it still wasn't very pleasing news. They had a penchant for gossip.
"They sing of your name. They have been asking after you for the sake of your family."
"If you could hold on to that information, I'd be immensely grateful," I sighed. "I didn't leave so I could get found again."
It was a long moment before the tree responded. "If that is your wish." I was again surprised. I hadn't expected it to be so easy. "In return for keeping your secrets, this one asks that you raise our new voice well. This one has been alone in this land for too long."
We left the tree a short while later, after Keesara was done having a conversation with it about life in Skyrim. We didn't make it quite past the grove surrounding the great piece of wood when we were accosted by one of the humans populating the place. "What was that?" she asked anxiously. "In all the years I've been in this place I've never seen anything like it."
I jutted a thumb towards my sibling. "She's good with plants. Gets along well with them for some reason."
Keesara frowned at me but didn't say anything. I could tell she wanted to explain what had happened but I doubted she could figure out the words to make a human understand. "I'll explain next time I'm here. I'll definitely be making the trip again," she promised instead. I frowned at the thought of having to escort her again just to talk to a tree.

"Kailev-Tel, it's good to see you," Aela greeted me when I stepped into Jorrvaskr after returning from my trip to the Eldergleam. It was the early afternoon.
"You, as well," I grinned. "You wouldn't happen to have any paying work kicking around, would you?"
The woman nodded. "As a matter of fact, I just got a request that I think you'll enjoy. It seems the giants at Bleakwind Basin have been attacking guard patrols lately, and the farmers outside the town have been getting worried."
"So we've been asked to solve the problem. It sounds almost like how we met," I chuckled. "Would I be able to con you into giving me a hand with this? I seem to recall one person having trouble with giants."
She let out a wry chuckle. "That they are. I'd be happy to join you, Shield-Brother. When were you planning to go?"
"Immediately, if that works for you. No sense in leaving the things to continue terrorizing helpless patrols and farmers."
She laughed, presumably at my referring to the Whiterun guards as helpless. In all fairness I had only ever seen one that could actually hold her own in battle. Aela agreed to set off immediately and we left after she grabbed her weapons and armour. I was always surprised at how easily the Nords in Skyrim dealt with the cold weather. I hadn't seen any around Whiterun with so much as a coat since the snow started falling. I could hardly tolerate it with my furs and cloak over my recently repaired armour.
Our trip out of the town was mostly silent, aside from the simple small talk of "What have you been doing?" and "How have things been?" every couple minutes. It was nice to feel relaxed enough with my fellow Companion to walk in lasting quiet on our way to fight a pair of giants.
We found them about two miles southwest of the town, slightly past the watchtower at which I had killed my first dragon. They were stalking across a mostly open field. Rocks scattered the uneven plain and in the distance I could see a small village. The mountain chain that ended overlooking Riverwood was a couple miles to our left. Aela motioned for us to stop and crouch down. We had a broken view of the giants behind the random bumps and rocks in the terrain but it was enough to keep track of them.
"So how do you want to do this?" I asked quietly. I could only assume she wasn't as keen on the idea of simply attacking them as I was. She had to have been apprehensive, considering the last time she had fought with giants she had her leg broken.
"Quickly and cleanly. I don't want an extended fight with something that can snap us each in half," she said as much. "You can dash with your Voice, right?" I was about to ask how she knew that when I recalled that Farkas had seen me use my Whirlwind Sprint at Shimmermist.
"Yeah, something like that," I shrugged. "It feels more like something is launching me but it's kind of dashing."
"Then we can probably ambush them," Aela disregarded half of what I said. "I'll keep one of them occupied with my bow while you jump the other one. If we're lucky – and you don't screw up – they shouldn't be too hard to take care of."
"And here I thought you'd be against the frontal assault."
"Only when I have to take part in it," she smirked at me. Her painted face gave an alluring look of ferocity to the amused baring of teeth.
We jogged quietly behind the giants until we were within a distance I felt I could cross with my Thu'um. I drew my sword, gave Aela a curt nod and took a deep breath. "Wuld!" I Shouted and leapt across the small ditch between us and the giants.
They reacted with shocking quickness. My greatsword swept just short of its target. The giant tumbled away from the attack with a speed that spoke against its size. I followed the pull of my swing's weight and tumbled myself to avoid the retaliation by its companion. Dirt and stone blew into the air from the force of its club cracking the earth. I scrambled to my feet and turned a stream of flame towards the second giant.
It took the brunt of the fire against its hand and arm as it backed out of range. I couldn't chase it or even keep up the spell with the first giant moving to attack me. An arrow sunk into its shoulder and I was reminded of my own Companion. The giant grunted in pain and glanced back towards Aela. It only looked for a moment but that was apparently enough for it to pick up a nearby stone and hurl it with some accuracy at my Shield-Sister. I heard a surprised but painless curse so I didn't give it much more thought.
My attacker didn't seem inclined to pay much attention to the plight of its comrade. It was too preoccupied with trying to crush me with its axe. I narrowly avoided each successive blow and found myself regretting my heavy greatsword. As much as I felt it was appropriately sized for taking down a giant, its weight and size made it difficult for me to catch the grey-skinned hulk. The tip of my blade nicked it from time to time but I couldn't get a deep enough blow to do any real damage.
I found an opening when I ducked a sideways swipe of the giant's club. It would later occur to me that I gained a lot of advantages from opponents' overextending attacks. At the time, however, all that was on my mind was putting my shoulder into the hilt of my sword to swing it with enough force to sever the giant's arm at the elbow. It roared in fury and agony and stumbled back, grasping at its exsanguinating stump in some primal hope that all was not lost.
I caught my sword and snapped it straight before letting out a sharp "Wuld!" I shot forward, my greatsword sinking into my foe's chest like an oversized arrow. I couldn't help but feel pride that a giant couldn't stand up to a dragon.
Unfortunately my sword dragged me with the corpse when we hit the ground a dozen feet back. I released it so I could topple away from the madly flopping corpse and sword. I rolled to jump to my feet and spun around to check on Aela. I had somehow missed her turning into a werewolf but I managed to catch her tearing the arms off the giant as one. Her jaws clamped around the other beast's head and tore it clean away from its shoulders in a roaring tear.
Her teeth followed the body on the descent to the ground, tearing large gobbets of flesh away in a mad rampage of feasting. By the time the remains had a chance to rest there was little more than flaps and strips on its upper body. A stray thought reminded me that we hadn't eaten since we left and I couldn't blame her for being hungry.
She turned to me and I instinctively readied my sword. Years of fighting with such creatures as werewolves had conditioned me to being at least defensive with them. She began stalking towards me, but by the time she was halfway she was transforming back to her normal self. When she stood close enough I had to look down to meet her eyes she was simply a naked woman, albeit covered in a copious amount of blood. I had no idea how she handled the gently falling snow around us.
"Hungry?" I asked.
"Not anymore," she answered with an amused snort. "Giants taste like old socks but I was getting desperate for something to eat."
My eyebrow raised curiously. "Can't say I recall being desperate enough to eat old socks." In return for my remark I got an eye-roll and Aela's backside as she returned to her discarded clothing. I hadn't really noticed how far our battles had taken us. If I looked east, I could see the end of the mountains. "Go back to Whiterun without me. I'll come back and see you in a couple days," I said somewhat suddenly when Aela walked back over to me.
"Where are you going?" she sounded almost annoyed.
"Dragonborn stuff," I said with a simple shrug and set off towards the mountains. I gave her a brief wave over my shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon. Tell my sister and housecarl not to worry. At least one of them will probably be standing outside my door or something."

A/N: I promise that one of these months we'll get to something that isn't just semi-random bullshit.
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