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A Stronger Hold	By : ShadowMeld Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 7601 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She watched the new woman swagger past, the heaping bag of what must have been heavy ore held aloft like it was a sack of feathers. Durash wasn’t sure what to admire, the strength of those shoulders or the firm sway of the ass hugged tightly by her leathers. Though when the chief realized just what she was doing her cheeks flamed brilliantly and she turned her gaze tentatively to Lagat. Durash wasn’t surprised to find Lagat watching Kharzu. But as well as she knew her friend, she couldn’t identify the look in those pale eyes.
Unsure of what to think, she cleared her throat, and Lagat turned back to her. If she didn’t know better she’d say the woman was actually blushing a bit. But the Lagat she knew rarely blushed, even when she was swearing like a sailor as she smacked a lazy worker she’d caught daydreaming. “What─what do you think?”
A thin brow raised, “what do you mean ‘what do I think’? Do you mean do I think she’s genuine? That she’d be good for the hold? If that’s what you’re asking then yes. I think she’s honest, frightfully so in fact. And she looks like a fine smith, if the blade on her hip was anything to go by. I think she’ll be a ideal forgewife, particularly since she’s fine with our…situation. And not only that, she brings connections we well need.”
“That’s all good. But I meant what do you think about my taking another wife? I mean considering…” Durash forced herself to look Lagat in the eye, even as she wanted to avoid the conversation desperately. They had never resolved this thing between them, she’d thought she had more time, but now she feared Lagat would just be farther from her.
“I’m not angry at you, Durash, honestly. This new wife, I have a good feeling about her. I think it is the will of Malacath that she came to us now. You need this, we need this, and the hold needs this. Don’t worry about me. Why don’t you check on the new woman, I’m going to send a runner to confirm it with her sire’s hold.”
“Thank you Lagat. No chief could ever hope for a better first wife.”
“You better believe it. Now go, make sure the new woman isn’t trashing the place or rearranging my things.”
She heard Lagat chuckle as she smacked her on the ass, making Durash start and blush darkly before she shot her first wife a look and started off a bit more quickly. Malacath, could Lagat possibly know what that sort of teasing did to her? Swallowing hard the chief eased open the door to the longhouse.
Not built terribly long ago, the wood was fresh and still smelled pleasantly like tall trees and sap. The craftsmanship wasn’t too bad either. They’d hired some wandering artisans to help with the place, and they were responsible for the fine carving decorating the heavy supporting beams and dark wood ribs. Both Durash and Lagat were proud of it, but she couldn’t help but feel anxious at what Kharzu might think of it. She didn’t know what the other woman’s home hold was like. Kharzu had said they had an ebony mine, that was good ore, and though they had a fine mine, they’d just gotten started.
“It’s nice.”
Sudden sound of Kharzu’s deep voice did nothing for her nerves, and Durash cursed inwardly at how ridiculously skittish she was being. She hadn’t given a single fuck about telling off her father or telling all tradition to piss off, but get her near a good looking woman and she fidgeted like a nervous mare. “Oh, um… thanks. Are you settling in? I think there’s a free dresser…”
“I found it,” Kharzu’s dark eyes were sparkling, full lips quirked impishly at the edges, “Chief Durash.”
The handsome orcismer woman licked her lips and Durash swallowed hard as she felt a shameful frisson of heat warm her loins and her cheeks. “Would you like me to show you to the forge then?”
“Already want to get me to work, hm? Alright, I don’t need too much warm up anyway.”
Durash didn’t think her cheeks could get any hotter. She soon discovered that she was very much wrong. “I didn’t mean, of course if you don’t want to…”
Kharzu tossed her cloak on the bed and took up the bag of ore again. “I know what you meant. Lead on, my Chief. After all, what’s a forgewife without her forge?” Again Durash found herself admiring how easily the stallion of a woman tossed around that bag. She was no lightweight, but Durash found swinging a sword suited her better than a hammer.
They walked across the hold and up the stairs that lead to the mine and the forge outside it. Durash had been raised on the forge, even if it wasn’t her calling, and it was well outfitted. She’d traded and worked with rest of the hold to build up a very respectable forge. Their smelter was one of the new and one of the best available. Fire salts made the forge’s flame burn particularly hot, a trick she’d learned from a blacksmith she’d helped in Riften during one of the trips her father sent her on.
Still, she waited anxiously as this new woman, this new wife that she’s just met, circled around the blacksmith’s camp. But when she saw the woman smile, looking up from where she leaned over the forge, Durash felt her heart go light. “You know the forge?” Kharzu’s throaty voice inquired, sounding deeply satisfied with something.
“My mother was the forgewife of our clan. I learned the trade, though I don’t have near the skill she did. Still, I’ve been holding us over for now.”
“You’ve done well, I don’t think there’s so well appointed a forge in all of Skyrim. I’d be honored to work it.” Kharzu stroked her hands over the smooth stones surrounding the fire pit, and nodded, seeming to have come to some unknown conclusion. Durash was just pleased that Kharzu seemed to like it. “I’m going to get started, why don’t you go check on the beautiful Lagat? I am fine here.”
The chief tried not to look too embarrassed at the amused weight of Kharzu’s gaze, so she simply nodded and left her new wife to her forge. There were other things to be managed, and she saw Lagat busy herself, directing other kin as they worked on building a larger stable.
Organizing things with their alchemist was a welcome distraction. She knew that there was a lot to think about, to discuss, but for now she could focus on immediate business. Even with a forgewife there was still a lot to be done to fortify the hold, and it was her responsibility to make sure it was done.
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