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Blood of the Daedra

Chapter
3: A New Student
�Psst� how did it go with Mairen
last night?� a voice whispered from behind.� Soryn didn�t look up.� He had much
more important matters in front of him.� He was working on writing a
combination spell which would allow swift swimming, water breathing and frost
resistance and did not wish to be distracted.� There were hints of sunken ships
offshore, some of which looked like they had been there for decades� perhaps
they were as old as he himself was.� Maybe the sea hadn�t yet worked them
completely into something unrecognizable and foreign.� Since he had been
abandoned on a sinking ship as an infant, he had vested reasons for conducting
such a study.� He knew precious little about his own life history and was at the
age where he was eager to learn more.
�It was fine,� he replied gruffly,
crossing out a line of text as he started again.� The sound of knowing snickers
filled his ears, but he quickly shut them out and resumed his work.� Was that
really all they thought of him?
�I�ll bet it was �fine.�� So tell
me, how does little Mairen compare to her twin sisters?� the voice goaded.�
Soryn�s eyes narrowed.� He had no time for this nonsense.� It seemed his
classmates had very little on their minds other than sex.
�They were all �fine� if you must
know,� he replied, �Though naturally her sisters did not make an appearance
last night as I�m sure their new husbands keep them quite occupied.�� This
brought howls of laughter from the room.� Pursing his lips, Soryn set his quill
down and turned to face them.� He couldn�t work like this.� Why couldn�t the
rest of them concentrate on school while they were in the classroom, and leave
the discussion of their sexual conquests for later?
�Does she know she�s the third from
the Sendalas family you�ve had?� snickered Fadril, his red eyes sparking with
inquisitiveness despite the pretense of calmness he sought to convey as he
leaned back coolly with his hands behind his head.� Soryn had seen it before.�
It was a combination of jealousy and admiration.� And it could be dangerous.�
Perhaps his father was closer to the truth than he realized.
�I imagine she does.� I doubt there
are many around Sadrith Mora who are unaware of the Sendalas twins� �request�
of me just prior to their double wedding.�� Knowing smiles greeted him from all
sides.
�But what I want to know is�
discounting quantity, are the older sisters or the younger sweeter bedmates?� Fadril
continued.� Soryn frowned.� He disliked these inquisitions.� Images of his
lovers flashed through his mind despite his attempts to concentrate on more
academic matters.� Mairen�s red hair, and the musky earthy smell she shared
with all Dunmer women as she held him close and begged him softly to enter
her.� Her soft cries, her light pink eyes imploring him to be gentle as he
taught her the mysteries of love.� She was very young.� Her sisters were older,
more experienced� unusual for them to choose one as young as himself for one
final fling before their mutual wedding night.� But then, they had never had an
Altmer before, and were desperate to experience him before it was too late.�
The twins were very experienced.� Their lovemaking had been passionate and
wild, the kind of lovemaking only enjoyed by those fully initiated into its
mysteries.� The kind only fully realized in a tripling rather than a coupling.
�Both were experiences.� Each woman
has her beauty.� You know full well that I never make comparisons between those
that cannot be compared,� he explained, his green eyes glowing back fiercely into
a sea of red.
�But SISTERS!� cried Midave,
leaning forward impatiently to hear the response.� Fadril shot him an approving
smile.� Soryn glowered.� All three had come onto HIM after all� it wasn�t as
though he had sought them out.� Yet he also knew he wasn�t entirely blameless
in the matter.� He could have declined their offers.� But he never did.
�I am tiring of this conversation,
and have much work to get done.� If you knew what was good for you, you�d spend
more time on your spells and less wondering about the goings-on of your
classmates� bedsheets,� Soryn shot back coolly, picking up his quill and
turning back to his work.� Their instructor should be back any minute.� That
would quiet them down.
The room suddenly fell silent.�
Soryn felt a sharp jab from behind but ignored it and continued to work.� He
was so close to completion.� When he didn�t look up, he felt another, more
urgent poke from the side.� Closing his eyes, he whispered a short telekinesis
spell under his breath, smiling to himself when he heard the small yelp.� That
should get them to leave him alone.
�Class, we have a new student.� I
would like you all to welcome Miss Eldafire.� Her parents are traveling
merchants and have come to dock at the port of Sadrith Mora.� Please introduce
yourselves and make her feel at home while she�s here,� their teacher
announced, �Miss Eldafire, please take a seat so that we may continue today�s
discussion.�� The room remained dead silent.
Eldafire.� An unusual name for a
Dunmer, thought Soryn.� But then, who was he to talk?�� He�d been found
abandoned on a Nordic ship which attacked the port.� The crew had lost the
battle against the Telvanni mages, and the ship had been sunk.� �Foolish Nords,�
thought Soryn with a smirk.� How futile their battle had been.� His adoptive
parents had found him lost amongst the wreckage as the ship slowly sank to a
watery grave, or so the story went.� A lone Altmer infant in the midst of Nords��
What was he doing there?� Were his parents with the Nords when they attacked?�
Were they prisoners?� Conspirators?� Something else entirely?� Soryn had no
idea.� He was fortunate that he was discovered when he was, and that he was,
well, what he was.� Had he been just another Nord, he might have been drowned
as an infant.� He still might have been, were it not for another fortunate
coincidence � at least from his perspective.� His adoptive parents were
powerful Telvanni battlemages who had just lost their son in childbirth.� His
mother was rendered barren from the painful experience.� They desperately
wanted a child, and here one was floating by in a tiny wooden cradle.� He was
an Altmer, from a race of renown spellcasters, washed up upon an island of spellcasters��
It had been most fortunate indeed.� Too fortunate, almost.� But how could one
complain about being given the chance to live?
Good.� The spell he was working on
was finally complete.� He would need to test it out after class, but it should
do the trick.� And hopefully, it would help him to discover the answers he so
desperately sought.� If he was to discover his full potential, he should at
least have a clear view of his origins.
But a whole new set of questions
lay before him as a glint of light caught his eye.� Without setting down his
quill he casually glanced up.� When he glimpsed the vision which had caused his
classmates to fall silent, his brilliant green eyes widened in shock and he
gripped his quill tighter.� Standing before him was a lady unlike any he had
ever seen.� Her hair was so blonde it was nearly white, laced with tiny blue
flowers. Her eyes glowed violet.� She was looking directly at him, the
luminescent flash nearly blinding.� Her slender delicate face was cocked
serenely to the side, and her berry-pink lips were turned up in a quaint half
smile.� She was tall, and her iridescent blue dress shimmered as she breathed.�
A strange white cloak was draped across her shoulders, made from the pure white
fur of some northern beast.� But what was most shocking of all was the pale
golden color of her skin.� She was an Altmer, like him.� Soryn had never laid
eyes on another of his kind before now, and he found her mesmerizing.� He could
not bring himself to tear his gaze from her.� Never, in all his born days, had
he seen anyone so stunningly beautiful.� He wondered, vaguely, if this was how
the Dunmer girls saw him: beautiful, radiant, a lone golden gem in a sea of
dust.� He held his breath as he met her gaze.� Her smile widened ever so
slightly in a knowing smirk, and with that, she broke his gaze and took her
seat in the corner of the class opposite his own.
Soryn�s heart was racing.� All
thoughts of the spell on which he had been working so diligently were
abandoned.� Once again he felt the familiar poke from behind.� This time he
merely shifted his weight.� He knew what they were all thinking.� Still, he had
no idea how to approach this woman.� Dunmer girls were one thing but� he was
embarrassed to admit to himself that he had no idea how to act around one of
his own kind.
The rest of the lecture drug on for
what seemed like forever.� Soryn tried to focus his attention on the
enchantments his teacher was explaining, but his mind kept racing.�
Occasionally he glanced over at her.� She looked relatively uninterested in the
lecture.� He noted that she wore a deep purple amulet around her neck and
twirled her long golden fingers around it as she listened to the old Dunmer
talk.� Surely it must be enchanted.� It glowed with an otherworldly shimmer too
luminescent for pure amethyst.� She must be very wealthy, he noted, judging by
her fine clothes and jewelry.� In fact, he had never seen the likes of her
garments on anyone.� The cloak looked too soft and fine for anything he had
ever seen anyone wear around Sadrith Mora.� He wondered how the shimmering
dress beneath it felt, and the soft golden curves he knew he would find waiting
beneath it.� He bit his lower lip.� Such thoughts were not conducive to
learning.� But how could he concentrate on enchantments with so many
questions?� He felt he was enchanted himself: enchanted with his new
classmate.� Where was she from?� What was she doing here?� How long would she
stay?
Eldafire glanced in his direction
coyly.� Seeing him staring at her, her lips once again turned up in a cryptic
smirk, one of her pale slanted eyebrows rising in amusement as she once again
turned back to the lecture.� It was clearly not the first time she had caught
someone staring at her.
When class ended, Soryn quickly
gathered his books, looking down so as to avoid the knowing, smirking stares of
his cohort.� He could feel their eyes on him, watching like they always did.�
He wished they would disappear.� For a moment, a cruel thought crossed his
mind, involving a duel paralysis and blind spell, but he thought better of it
and tried to regain his composure.
�Hurry up, she�s leaving,� a voice
whispered urgently.� It was Divayth Fyr.� He didn�t usually bother to harass
Soryn the way many of his classmates did, but this time he looked genuinely
interested - concerned even.
�And what makes you think I have
any interest in our new classmate?� Just because she and I are of the same race
doesn�t mean�� he started, but Fyr grabbed him by the wrist and pushed him
towards the door.
�Come now, I know you better than
that, dear Soryn� he smirked, �Hurry up or you�ll miss her entirely and have to
suffer through another of your instructor�s riveting enchantment lectures
before you get another chance.�
�Hey, don�t you have a date with Mairen,
or is she yesterday�s news already?� teased Fadril, �I can�t say I blame you �
that little tart wasn�t generous enough in the hips for my liking.� Now that
Eldafire might be a different story.� Of course, it�s hard to tell under all
those layers.� So if you don�t want to find out, I might just beat you to it.� Mmm,
I never thought I�d get the opportunity to try an Altmer��
�I don�t think you�ve bothered to
so much as talk to a real woman since your family got that new Kajiit slave
girl,� snickered Midave.
�Eh, she keeps me in practice,�
smirked Fadril, �And last I remember you also found her a lot more pleasant
than your own hand.� Too bad your family is too poor to afford any slaves,
eh?�� Soryn tore himself away from the group, disgusted by their immature
behavior.� He wanted to get away and find Eldafire � on his own, without their
constant gibberish.
~*~
�Greetings, muth-sera, my name is
Soryn Uvirith,� Soryn smiled, stepping in front of Eldafire as she stepped down
from the spiral staircase leading down from the mushroom pod where their
classroom was situated.� She stopped and returned his gaze, looking him up and
down.
�I was wondering what was keeping
you� Soryn?� What an odd name for an Altmer.� It sounds almost Nordic,�
Eldafire remarked, cocking her head sideways as she examined him and pulling
her thick white fur cloak tighter around her shoulders.� The wind was picking
up on the coast, and dark rain clouds blotted out the sun.� Anyone used to the
sea weather could tell that another storm was brewing just over the horizon.�
But that didn�t stop Soryn from making his introductions.
�Yes, I was found as an infant
abandoned on a Nordic ship when it attacked the port of Sadrith Mora,� he
replied, �My parents gave me a Nordic name because of it.� It means stern or
severe.� Although most say I am more pleasant than that,� he winked.
�Hmm.� An Altmer from a Nordic ship
on a Dunmer island.� Whatever was your family doing here in the first place?�
she mused, raising one pale eyebrow as she examined him.
�I� am not certain.� I�ve looked
for those answers many times myself, but I�m afraid that I am no closer to an
answer than I was when I began,� he replied.
�Pity, it sounds like it would have
made an interesting story,� she replied, a touch of skepticism creeping into
her voice as she glanced around.
�I�m currently in the process of
making plans to explore some of the sunken ships in the area.� Perhaps that
might yield answers.� I have just devised a new spell to assist me in the
matter,� he continued, suddenly unsure of himself.� She seemed� disinterested.
�What seems more logical is for you
to simply ask your parents,� she replied coolly, lifting one beautifully
slanted white eyebrow, �Of course, it seems likely that they are hiding
something.� Why else take a Nordic ship?� We hate the Nords.� We used to be at
war with them.� And I�ve never heard the name �Uvirith� in Summerset.�� Soryn�s
eyes narrowed.� She was quite presumptuous.
�As far as I know, my biological
family is dead.� In fact, I am not even certain they were on that ship to begin
with.� My adoptive parents have never made any mention of them, and whenever I
inquire they appear baffled.� They seem to consider my very existence to be a
miracle of sorts, considering how well it coincided with their own loss,� Soryn
explained, pursing his lips as he waited for her reply.� She laughed.
�Raised by Dunmer then?� Well that
explains a thing or two.� You did look like you�d gone a bit� native,� she
smiled, an amused look sparking in her violet eyes as she looked him up and
down.
�Forgive me, then, but you are the
first Altmer I�ve laid eyes on, save my own reflection,� he responded.
�For some reason, that doesn�t
surprise me.� Now why could that be?� Oh, perhaps it�s the fact that you can�t
take your eyes off of me, now can you?� And here I was thinking that you simply
found me beautiful,� she smirked.� Soryn opened his mouth to reply, but
suddenly found himself at a loss for words.� And how was this?� He was used to
talking with women.� But he was also used to them finding him irresistible.
�Forgive my offense then, but I do
find you overwhelmingly beautiful.� More so than any woman I have thus far laid
eyes upon.� I shall try to be more considerate in the future,� he replied,
bowing slightly as he turned to leave.� His reply was met with warm laughter.�
Her glowing eyes brought a strange heat to his cheeks.
�Oh no.� I shall not let you off
the hook that easily, Soryn Uvirith.� You are the only other Altmer here, as
you have said yourself.� As such, you�ll have to do if I want to have any
company at all.� I find the Dunmer quite irritating, yet I�m stuck at this port
for quite some time.� So if you are not doing anything more this afternoon,
would you care to show me around the island?� she asked, crossing her arms as
the smile on her face broadened.� She appeared genuinely amused.
�And what, pray, would you have me
show you?� asked Soryn, turning back to face her as an amused half-smile crept
over his features.
�Well, how should I know?� You are
the one who lives here on this cold windy little island.� I�m just a visitor.�
Now you - you have a striking girl here before you, of your own race, the
beauty of which you have never seen.� Or so you tell me, at least.� So what,
pray, would you like to do with this girl?� And where would you like to take
her in the process?� she smirked.� Ah this was torture.� Soryn knew exactly
what he would like to do with her, and he was sure she knew it as well.� Or
were things really so very different in Summerset?� It was all he could do to
keep the swelling under his robes concealed.� It was true.� She was correct in
her assessment.� He wanted her, more than anything.� And as such, he would play
her game.
�Very well then.� But pray tell me,
what brings you to study magic here on this island?� What school do you ascribe
to?� he asked, wetting his lips as he awaited her reply.� An idea was coming to
mind.
�One that would make your blood curl,�
she replied, gathering her cloak around her shoulders as she smiled up at him.
�Are you still interested?� she
asked.� He laughed.
�Destruction?� You don�t look like
a battlemage, although I�ve known many a fine one in my day.� My own parents
are both renown battlemages,� he replied, slightly puzzled by her response.�
Eldafire laughed.
�Your adoptive parents I assume.� Dunmer,
right?� Naturally, they would favor destruction.� It seems a very Dunmer school
of thought.� However, your assessment is at least partially correct.� I am no battlemage,
although do I know a little destruction magic.� But I rarely need use it in my
line of work� or in my school of training.� I suppose you are a battlemage
yourself?� she asked.� Soryn smiled, shaking his head.� He counted himself
fortunate that his parents had always encouraged him to seek his own path.�
Although he was quite skilled with a blade, he had to admit.� His parents had
taught him the art of fencing early on.� But at least, if he had guessed wrong,
she had made the same mistake herself.� That took a bit of the edge off the
situation.
�Take my hand and I shall introduce
you to my school of magic,� he replied, offering his hand to the shivering
woman in front of him.� She paused, studying him, and then hesitantly accepted
his invitation.� Those violet eyes threatened to peer deep into his very soul.
He led her from the mushroom
encased schoolhouse down to the water and took a step out onto the waves,
effortlessly standing above them.� Eldafire pulled away, glaring at him
menacingly.
�I am freezing as it is, and have
no desire to dive deep under the waves to find some sunken old algae-ridden
ship just so you can find out a little more about your own heritage,� she
retorted sharply, �Nor am I a fan of slaughterfish and mudcrabs � precooked,
that is.�� Soryn re-extended his hand.
�Trust me,� he smiled, enjoying the
shivers that visibly coursed through her body as she looked up at him.� Whether
her shivering was from cold or fear, he was unsure.� He rather hoped it was
�fear� � it was something he was used to dealing with.� He had found that a
slight bit of fear or nervousness made the women he was with all the more
passionate.� Yet judging from the skies, and the way Eldafire clutched her fur
cloak, �cold� seemed the most likely answer.� She appeared even worse off than
he generally was in the misty fog along the seashore, yet she made no apologies
for it. The cool sea breeze blowing across her golden skin made her white hair
dance.� She looked like a ray of sunlight glistening against the grey skies.
�I have only just met you.� I am
not nearly stupid enough to trust you,� she retorted.� Soryn grinned, his green
eyes flashing.� He would not take �no� for an answer.
�Since the school of magic you
practice, as you say, would curdle my blood, should it not be I who is
distrustful of you?� My school is not nearly so blood curdling.� Take my hand,
and I guarantee that you will not get wet.� If you do, I promise to submit
myself willingly to whatever vile magic you may possess,� he relied, taking her
hand once again.� He used the other to cast a spell over her, letting the pink
lights fall visibly around them as the spell settled.� She looked amused, but
also intrigued.
�You may regret that, for I shall
not forget it easily,� she smiled, taking a step onto the water.� Gasping, she
realized that she could walk above it.� Leading her, Soryn took her out
further.
�Impressive, I suppose, if you are
not rich enough to simply charter a boat,� she remarked, although her bright
violet eyes betrayed her awe.
�Hmm, yes, well I prefer to spend
my earnings on finer things� and there are many places one can walk that a ship
captain simply would not take me.� Nor would I wish him to.� And if the ship
sinks� well, I survived one sinking ship, but would not count myself so vain to
think I could easily survive another.� Besides, the view from the waterfront is
breathtaking.� Come, I�ll show you,� he replied, casting another spell to
quicken their speed across the waves.� Eldafire let out a hearty laugh.
�Indeed.� You are a native after
all.� It�s a wonder your skin hasn�t turned from gold to silver.� In Summerset,
the waters are warm and calm � we have no need to fear them.� And few would
dare attack us to sink our ships.� But I suppose out here� well, such paltry
tricks undoubtedly have their uses.� The waters of our homeland soothe and
relax you as you walk the sandy shores, lapping lovingly at your toes; these
here bite and rip flesh from your bones.� A wise man would stay well away from
them,� she remarked, glancing behind her with a look of apprehension as she
shoreline disappeared.
�I know very little of Summerset.�
But these waters become more hospitable once you get to know them.� The seasons
change, for one.� You arrived just as the rains began.� They become warmer
later in the year� though perhaps not as warm as Summerset.� I should like to
know more about this place,� Soryn mused.
�We don�t really have seasons, for
one.� Light rain on occasion, usually at night or in midafternoon, but it stops
after an hour or so.� The mornings are blanketed with a sweet mist.� It keeps
the foliage lush and green.� Our cities are quite varied: the capitol is constructed
from the crystalline wings of giant flying insects which give it an
otherworldly glow in the sunlight.� It�s beautiful.� It�s off limits to
outlanders, naturally, but they might make an exception for you provided you
are of pure high elven ancestry. �We have so many useful alchemical ingredients
on Summerset � I have no idea what potential ingredients one would collect
here,� Eldafire replied, some of the harshness leaving her voice as she found
herself increasingly intrigued with her strange companion.
�I�m quite familiar with local
alchemy.� I would be more than happy to show you a bit sometime,� Soryn
replied, his heart racing.� They were nearing a string of islands.� Suddenly he
felt Eldafire tug at his arm, causing him to spin around inquisitively.� She
placed one arm around his neck, and laced her fingers between his.� Soryn
watched, intrigued.� She took his other hand and placed it at her waist.� It
was as though they were� she began to move� yes, dancing.� Fortunately, he knew
how to dance.� But this was wrong, somehow.� She was leading him.� Expertly, he
noted, but that was not the way of things.� Did she think he was incapable of
dancing?� He stopped, chuckling as he bowed gracefully to her, and reoffered
her his hand.� She smiled coyly, once again taking his hands in hers.� With
that, he spun her, wielding her around and around in wide circles across the
surface of the foaming waves.� They continued for a time, silently dancing to
the rhythm of the ocean, and he noted that she looked genuinely surprised that
he knew how to lead her � quite well, in fact.� Yet she followed gracefully, as
though the pair had been dancing together their entire lives.� Never had a
partner been so supple and elegant, and, he noted with a smile, so creative.�
Small cool raindrops began to fall from the sky like tears, landing with tiny
drips in the sea below them.� With a wicked gleam in her eye, Eldafire murmured
the same spell Soryn had uttered before to increase their speed while walking,
so their pace increased until they were spinning in wide arcs in time to the
increasingly rapid pace of the falling raindrops.� The storm was eminent.�
Soryn knew this little speed trick though � it was one he used himself often
enough.� Did she think that no one in Morrowind danced?� Just as he spun her
close, slowing down the pace of their movements to watch her shimmering blue
dress glisten in the fading light, Eldafire gasped.� He felt her jump towards
him.
�What is that?� she asked, looking
down.� Soryn glanced down to see a tentacled half-man monster lurking in the
waters below them.� The creature was swimming rapidly towards the surface, bent
on attack.� Quickly Soryn cast another spell, pulling Eldafire close and
clutching her tightly around the waist.� They left the water�s surface and
headed into the air.� Switching her weight in his hands, Soryn reached one hand
down to cradle her, carrying her softly through the rain to a small island
nearby.� It looked just like any other, and would easily be lost in the waves
if one did not know what to look for.� Eldafire put up no resistance to being
lifted from the ground, but when she spoke, it surprised him.
�You didn�t answer me.� What was
that creature?� And why did you simply not cast a destructive spell in its
direction?� Not that I mind flying.� To be completely honest, I haven�t done so
in quite a while.� I should probably brush up on my levitation magic � but
that�s in your particular school, isn�t it?� You study Alteration, right?� she
asked inquisitively, �I know enough of it to recognize a specialist when I see
one.�
�Indeed.� I enjoy the practice of
controlling and manipulating the physical environment.� There is no end to the
uses I have found for these abilities,� he said with a smile, �And that
creature was a dreugh.� I never cast hostile spells in their direction when I
can avoid it.� For one, they make powerful enemies � although their skin can be
molded into a tough armor so they are often hunted.� But more importantly, I
have a feeling that they are sentient beings - humanoid, even.� One can�t blame
them for being aggressive when they expect to be hunted for their skin.� I keep
wondering what they may be able to tell me about the sunken ships below the
waves, if only I could figure a way of communicating with them.� It would save
me the trouble of diving in myself, for they are clearly better suited to such
pursuits.�� Eldafire nodded, still staring down at the creature swimming in the
waters below.� She seemed more intrigued than frightened, yet she made no
protest at being carried away from the beast.
�You didn�t keep your promise,� she
noted crossly.� Soryn looked confused but decided to wait for an explanation.�
A dry smile crossed her lips, �It is raining.� And as such, I am quite wet.�
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