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Dragonheart: Of Black Wings Unfurled	By : Lady_Kae Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 15040 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Hello again and welcome back! Happy new year to all of you. As you can see, I didn't get this one done until after the new year like I had warned might happen. But, you will be glad to know that I recently had a change made to my schedule that's going to free up more time to write now! Woot! But without further ado, here's the newest installment. Thank all of you for sticking with me as long as you have. I'm so glad you all have been enjoying what I've written and it's because of you I keep writing. So again, thank you.
~Kae
Chapter 3: Interest

Alesan breathed in softly, as he knew that if he wanted to be able to sneak out properly, he couldn’t wake the two werewolves in the master bedroom. He remembered that his mother had returned home last night, and; despite their attempts, the thirteen year old had heard their passionate exchange. He smiled a bit as he thought of how happy Farkas made his mother. That was one man that Alesan knew he loved and respected, would be more than honored to call father. If that damn werewolf would hurry and grow a set that was.
He tucked his hunting knife into his belt and then followed it up by the dagger his mother had given him being tucked into his left boot. He needed to get out for a little bit this morning. Hunt down a rabbit, or a doe, or something! If Alesan was lucky, he’d catch something before breakfast.
Checking over himself, and just tightening the hardened leather gauntlet that he had made himself a bit, Alesan surmised that he was ready to go. He took a steadying breath. Knowing his luck, Lucia would try to catch him in the act again. He needed to be wary of any traps that his younger sister had set for him.
THUNK!
Damn it. She had set it directly by the door this time, Alesan realized with a groan.

Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Tha-thump.
Tarrowlyn smiled as she listened to the steady beat against her ear. She had woken up a little while ago, but she had no desire to extricate herself from Farkas’ embrace and he was still sleeping. Besides, she loved listening to that sound. Farkas’ chest rumbled pleasantly as he groaned a little in an attempt to stave off wakefulness, but it wasn’t happening.

“ Good morning.” Tarrowlyn whispered tenderly, though her voice was muffled as she tightened her grip on him. She could feel the hair on his chest tickling her nose a little the more she tried to bury her face against him. She didn’t want to get up right now and both the children were still sleeping by the sound of things.
“ Morning.” Farkas replied sweetly. He sighed happily as he tilted her chin up and his lips brushed hers. “ I’m glad to see I wasn’t dreaming.”
Tarrowlyn smiled even as she nodded her head in agreement. She crossed her arms over his chest and her chin rested against her forearms as she lay half on top of him. “ That makes two of us.” she purred in return. Her eyes fluttered closed as Farkas’ large, warm hand cupped her cheek and Tarrowlyn nuzzled his palm in return of the affectionate gesture. “ I can’t tell you how happy I was to find you here.”
Farkas’ lip turned up a bit as he smiled tiredly and he pulled her up so as to kiss her. Before he could, a loud thunk followed closely by a groan from Alesan stopped them.
“ Alesan!” came Lucia’s muffled groan. She sounded pretty cross with her brother for causing such a ruckus so early in the morning. “ Seriously! I’m going to tell Farkas you were trying to sneak out! Again!”
Tarrowlyn groaned in exasperation as she let her head fall against Farkas chest. “ Is it too much to ask for one morning where we can sleep in?” she groused. In fact, she had been hoping to fall back asleep in his embrace. The sounds of her children’s bickering was growing louder and Tarrowlyn growled in annoyance at their antics. She was of half the mind to thump the wall a few times to quiet them.
Farkas chuckled softly as he wrapped his arm around her. Forlan had actually been silent last night, allowing him to sleep unperturbed for once and his eyes closed again in his relaxation. It had been many a year since Farkas had felt so at ease. “ Unfortunately Tarrowlyn, sleeping in is not a luxury we can afford when we have children their ages.” he whispered contentedly.
Tarrowlyn’s brow quirked curiously as she sat back up to look at Farkas better. Her verdant eyes were questioning as they met his silvery blue ones, though she cast a quick glare towards where she could still hear Alesan and Lucia bickering, though her son was attempting to placate his sister now. “ We?” she inquired, wanting to clarify that she had heard him correctly.
Farkas’ lovable, roguish grin split his mouth as he sat up and he leaned in closer to Tarrowlyn. “ We, Tarrowlyn. Don’t think I haven’t noticed what you’re wearing…” His fingers came up and they slowly began tracing and caressing the pendant hanging around her neck. “ I know you’re looking for marriage...” His gaze was nothing short of serious as his eyes met hers and he swallowed hard. This was probably the make or break moment right now, he had made his intentions to her known.
Tarrowlyn’s heart was pounding against her chest. He had mentioned her amulet! Oh Mara, Kynareth, and Dibella, he had mentioned her necklace! It was about damn time! Despite the furious staccato of her heart, Tarrowlyn gave Farkas a slight smile as she propped her chin on her forearms again. “ Interested in me, are you Farkas?” she purred, her voice sultry and teasing at the same time.
Farkas sat them up and his eyes narrowed a little even as he gave her another roguish smile. It did wonders to his handsome, rugged features, his smile was so full of happiness. “ Won’t lie, I am.” he purred in return as he pulled her into his arms. “ What about you, Tarrowlyn?” Farkas asked her nervously. He remembered that she had promised him that she wouldn’t be looking any further than himself for love. Farkas was determined to be sure that she never regretted making him that promise. She was his sun, moons, and stars. Any time he wasn’t here with her, with their children, Farkas felt empty. He didn’t want to keep feeling that emptiness.
This was his family…
Tarrowlyn’s arms slowly wrapped around his neck and she gave him a kiss on the lips. “ Won’t lie, I am…” she murmured in response, using his own words to answer his proposal. She felt lighter than air, Tarrowlyn’s heart was so aflutter. Farkas had just proposed marriage! To her! She could hardly contain the happiness she felt at the realization.
Farkas’ face split into a broad grin and he kissed Tarrowlyn deeply as he realized how she had answered him. “ I love you.” he said softly against her lips.
By the gods, it was so freeing to finally say it.
“ I love you too…” She rolled onto her back as Farkas began to kiss her again and her back arched a bit in an attempt to keep all the delicious contact between them. Both groaned in annoyance as the arguing between Alesan and Lucia began escalating and Tarrowlyn looked up at the adjoining wall with a scowl. Her hand flew out and she thunked her fist against the wall a couple of times. “ Both of you, down stairs, five minutes!” she bellowed.
“ Yes Ma….” came the reply from the other room.
Farkas chuckled a bit softly as he stood up and he strode over to the wardrobe to the right. Tarrowlyn had insisted that he have his own ever since he had joined her here at Lakeview. He pulled out a fresh set of clothing and he heard the slight rustling of Tarrowlyn got dressed herself.
Tarrowlyn was in the midst tying her bodice when she felt Farkas’ arms wrap around her waist and she giggled as he pulled her flush against him. “ So when do we want to have this wedding?” he murmured against her neck. Farkas wanted nothing more than to pick up where they had left off a few hours ago, but Tarrowlyn had given her...Their children an order. As their mother, she had to hold herself to it as well.
She sighed heavily. “ I don’t know to be honest. I don’t want to put anything to chance right now. Something’s going to happen soon, Farkas. I can feel it. I’ll explain more later.” She replied. She smirked a bit. “ Besides, we need to tell your brother first.”
Farkas chuckled as his arms tightened around her and he inhaled her scent. Damn he had missed her so much in the month and a half she had been gone. “ He already knows I was going to ask you, you know?”
“ He was also disappointed to find out that we hadn’t eloped in the five months that we were absent from Jorrvaskr.” Tarrowlyn shot back with a smirk. “ Five minutes are almost up. I need to get downstairs.” She sighed heavily and Tarrowlyn shook her head. “ Alesan had better have a good reason for this.”
Farkas nodded in agreement. “ He just got in trouble for this a week or so ago. Then again, he was sneaking out to go hunting too. He probably wanted to surprise you with breakfast this morning.” He thought a little more on it and he shook his head. “ He’s been cooped up here for the last couple of days considering the weather’s been bad. I’ve been letting him go hunting on his own every other day or so provided he’s near the house and doesn’t try to take on anything more than deer.”
Tarrowlyn smirked a little. The ground had been wet and the smell of rain had been hanging in the air when she had returned home last night. More than likely, Alesan just needed to get away from Lucia and had probably wanted to surprise Tarrowlyn as well. Talk about killing two birds with one stone. “ We’ll see.” She chortled, as she could hear her son muttering under his breath about the trap his younger sister had set for him. That was new, as Lucia had not done anything like that when she had been home last time. Lucia was definitely getting craftier in keeping her brother on his toes, Tarrowlyn mused with a slight snort. She had to get her mirth under control before she saw the children. It wouldn’t due to show how amused she was at the situation because Lucia would take it as permission to keep trying to catch Alesan in the act. He was thirteen, almost fourteen years old after all.
Exiting her bedroom, the harbinger schooled her features and she looked down at the table to find her children glaring daggers at one another. “ Is there any reason you two have me up at the crack of dawn on a Tirdas morning like this?” she deadpanned, her gaze stern as she looked between Alesan and Lucia. Even Farkas was glowering a little as he followed his intended down the steps.
“ I was hoping to hunt us down some breakfast, but a certain someone has been attempting to get me in trouble for every little thing it seems.” Alesan growled out, his arms crossed over his chest.
“ You’ve been sneaking out every morning for three weeks! With the exception of the last three days because of the weather, but still! You need to let one of the adults know where you are Alesan!” Lucia countered hotly.
“ You’re just upset that I’m not bringing you with me!” Alesan argued.
“ ENOUGH!” Tarrowlyn boomed, effectively quelling her daughter’s retort before they had another squabble and both the children jumped in their seats a bit. Tarrowlyn hadn’t even let her thu’um slip in there and they both looked terrified. “ Lucia is right that you should be at least notifying one of us, or stopping over at Sinding and Rayya’s to let them know you’re going to be hunting nearby. However Lucia, Alesan is at an age where we can trust him to follow the rules that Farkas and I have set in place for the two of you. If he can’t tell one of the adults personally, he can leave a note. No more trying to catch him in the act like this. I mean it, young lady. If I’m ever woken up again like that, you both will be shoveling shit from the stables and the animal pens. Am I understood?” Her green eyes were hard as she looked between the two ashen faced children and her tone would not allow for any counter argument whatsoever.
Alesan and Lucia both nodded numbly as they looked at Tarrowlyn with a mixture of fear and respect. It was moments like this where her other personas came clashing with the maternal one they knew. The Harbinger of the Companions, the advisor of the most illustrious fighter’s guild in all of Skyrim. Worse yet, the Dragonborn. Her voice alone could obliterate the building if she saw fit.
Sometimes their mother scared the ever loving crap out of them.
“ Yes ma’am.” the two whispered meekly.
Tarrowlyn nodded as she heading for the kitchen. She could at least start baking some bread to go with whatever her son was able to pin down. “ Good. Alesan, go on. Just remember, no further than the fork to the east leading to Riverwood, and no further than the entrance to Falkreath either way. Lucia, why don’t you go and milk Valka this morning. You were pestering me about it before I needed to leave for the Rift.” she said with a slight smile. Lucia had been pestering her about quite a bit the last time she had been home. Wanting to help more with the chores had been one of the lesser things the girl had begged Tarrowlyn for.
Now teaching her magick was another story. She wasn’t quite old enough for that yet.
The children smiled as well and Alesan looked over to Farkas. “ Did you want to come with me, Farkas?” he asked.
Farkas shook his head. “ I’ll stay here for a little bit yet. You go on ahead Alesan. I’ll catch up with you soon.” the companion replied with a grin. “ I need to talk to your mother before I can join you.”
Alesan nodded and he followed Lucia out the door. Lucia had already grabbed the bucket she needed to collect the milk with. Tarrowlyn shook her head even as she sighed and she turned to her lover.
“ What are we going to do with those two?” she murmured. She hummed happily as Farkas’ arms wrapped around her and Tarrowlyn tucked her head under his chin.
“ Not a clue.” Farkas sighed happily. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that they were getting married. That Tarrowlyn had said yes to his proposal. “ How are we gonna tell the kids?”
Tarrowlyn laughed a little. “ Oh, I’ve got an idea. You’ll see.”

Lucia gave the cow a pat as she stood up, feeling proud and accomplished that her mother had finally acquiesced in letting her have some responsibility around the house besides the dishes and sweeping the floor. Valka had given them quite a bit of milk and Lucia grunted a little as she tried to lift the bucket. Okay...That was heavier than she thought it was going to be. How in the sixteen planes of oblivion did Tarrowlyn and Rayya make this look so easy?! And Rayya was heavy with child for that matter!

“ Heavier than you thought it was going to be, huh Luce?” Tarrowlyn chuckled as she came up beside her daughter.
Lucia nodded even as she grunted a bit in an attempt to lift the bucket again. “ I want to do more than…JUST...small stuff, Mama.” Lucia said, trying a third time to lift the bucket and forcing her to overstress a word.
“ You can start gathering the eggs from the hens then, as well as making sure they are fed if that’ll help you feel more useful. You need to get a little more bigger before you can honestly start carrying something like this. Then again, this is the most milk Val’s ever given us I think.” Tarrowlyn reached down and she picked the bucket up, giving her daughter a kiss on the top of her head for good measure.
“ What about the other thing I asked out about?” Lucia asked softly, her brown eyes wide and hopeful.
If there was one look that paralyzed the young mother every time, it was that one. Lucia was giving her the puppy dog eyes. Oh Stendarr, the girl had mastered it in the time that Tarrowlyn had been gone. She was going to have Farkas wrapped even more around her little finger now. “ We’ll see.” Tarrowlyn said after a moment. “ I don’t want you to start learning it just yet, but only because I don’t want you making the same mistakes that I made. I used to use my magicka for everything in a way to take a short cut.” Her gaze grew a little distant as she thought of the accident that had thrown her back in time to begin with, and her heart ached as she thought of her mother. Tarrowlyn missed her so much. “ In real life, Lucia, there are no short cuts. I learned that lesson the hard way.”
Lucia grew worried at the look on her mother’s face. “ What happened, Mama?” she asked softly as she began following her mother inside.
Tarrowlyn put on a brave front for her daughter and she smiled halfheartedly. She wouldn’t have the blessings that she did have now if that experiment hadn’t gone awry the way it had. Not only was Tarrowlyn fulfilling her destiny, she had a family of her own as well. “ I’ll tell you some other time, my little imp. Now, go get started on your studies. I had better not hear you slacking off upstairs, got it? I’ll call for you once breakfast is ready.”
“ Yes Mama.” Lucia said happily and the ten year old took off up the stairs.
“ Tarrowlyn, I’m going to meet up with Alesan as I promised.” Farkas said as he exited the armory. He hadn’t put too much on, just his gauntlets, his boots, and Farkas had grabbed one of the long bows and quivers that she had on display. His sword was on his hip and his shield under his quiver. He looked as if he wasn’t taking any chances despite the fact he was wearing so little armor. “ I do need a favor however. I’ve been working on Alesan’s first set of armor. Can you take a look at it for me just to be on the safe side?”
Tarrowlyn nodded even as Farkas leaned in for a kiss. “ Sure thing.” She laughed as he kissed her again and Tarrowlyn hummed happily at the connection. “ I love you.”
The smile that Farkas gave her at those words melted her heart and he kissed her one last time. “ Love you too. I’ll be back with our son in a bit.” Farkas whispered against her lips. The elation he felt was indescribable, and his heart felt as if it were lighter than air. He couldn’t ever recall having felt this way before in his life.
There were so many men out there, men of higher status and of greater wealth than he, men that Farkas knew for a fact desired Tarrowlyn just because she was the Dohvakiin, and yet she had chosen him. Farkas felt as if he could slay a thousand giants on his own and have strength left over for their mammoths from that thought.
It didn’t matter that she was dragonborn, or her status as thane of several holds that mattered to him. She could be a poor farmer, or the last of the Septim line for that matter and he would still love her as devotedly as he did. It was her heart who made her who she was, not what she was, and that’s all that mattered to him.
Farkas stepped out of the manor and he took a quick sniff. Alesan had gone west towards Falkreath and he smiled. Well, it was time to see if the boy had bagged any game or not.

Alesan was still as a winter’s morning as he carefully took aim. No sooner had he made his kill, a pack of wolves had swept in for the easy meal. He had hurriedly climbed up a tree to avoid being seen, thankfully he was downwind from the beasts for that matter, and now he was going to take them out one by one to hopefully salvage some decent cuts from the doe he had slain. Tarrowlyn could always use their pelts for tanning anyways.
An uneasy feeling washed over him and Alesan stopped breathing for a moment to hear better. Something wasn’t right, he could feel it and it was making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Something was here in these woods that didn’t belong. He returned his bow to a relaxed state and he leaned back as far as he could against the trunk. Whatever it was, Alesan did not want it seeing him.

A roar echoed through the early morning air and the wolves all started at the sound, looking around wildly for the source of the noise that was interrupting them from their feast.

Tarrowlyn went stock still as she heard the roar all the way at her steading. Alesan wasn’t too far off, just around the bend if she had smelled him right when she had stepped outside last, and Farkas was currently going to him as well. She knew what it was, and she knew damn well Farkas wouldn’t be able to handle it on his own. She ran inside as her heart began racing in her panic and she ran for the armory.
“ Lucia! Do not leave the house!” she called up to her daughter. “ I’m sending Rayya and Sinding over!”

“ Mama what was that?!” Lucia’s voice was shrill as she came barreling out of her room and she looked over the railing at her mother, but Tarrowlyn had already run out of the manor.

Without warning, a dragon descended on the pack and it’s powerful jaws grabbed one wolf. It was gone in a single swallow. It’s tail hit the tree Alesan was in as it turned to make a grab at another wolf, and the boy swallowed down a shout as he tried to keep his perch.
It was not meant to be, and Alesan came crashing to the ground, landing hard on his shoulder. His arrows scattered, not that he would have now had the strength to draw them with his new injury, and the boy paled as he found himself the new focus of the predators currently fighting. Five sets of gold and black eyes were all staring at him and the boy swallowed hard. He could feel his skin paling as fear began taking over, and the dragon turned closer to Alesan.

He wasn’t any match for a damn dragon! He should have just let the wolves have the kill!
Alesan began backing up further into the tree line as the dragon began taking thundering steps closer to him, his nostril billowing with smoke as he exhaled. His maw was bloodstained and the teeth in his mouth were razor sharp and almost as long as his whole arm!
I’m going to die here...Alesan realized, his blue eyes wide as he looked up at the winged creature. His back hit a tree as the dragon continued sniffing him, as if gauging if he would be a worthwhile snack, and Alesan began trembling. He hadn’t even seen his mother for a full half an hour since her return and now he wouldn’t even get a chance to see her ever again. His legs were numb with fear as the dragon’s head rose and its maw opened wider.
He would be gone in just one gulp, Alesan was sure of that.
Twigs snapping behind him seemed to snap Alesan out of his sudden stupor and he watched as the Ice Wolf of Jorrvaskr drew closer to him, the man’s normally blue eyes having gone golden in his rage. “ ALESAN! RUN!” Farkas bellowed as he leapt into the fray. He hadn’t even pulled his sword, but he had immediately transformed into his beast form, and he growled threateningly as he furious golden eyes leveled on the dragon. He was on all fours, the two beasts now circling one another menacingly. The wolves had since made a break for it with the distraction that the boy and the werewolf had provided. “ Go get your mother, hurry!” he ordered as the dragon snapped its jaws at Farkas and the lycan dodged, all the while slashing his claws in an effort to keep its focus on him. Farkas did not want this dragon chasing down his son. Alesan soon shot off eastward, despite the fact he was a bit off balance as he was clutching his injured shoulder.
Farkas dodged another attack and he growled dangerously as he and the dragon began circling one another again.
Tarrowlyn had better get there soon.
Tarrowlyn saw Alesan running towards her and she fought the urge to sigh in relief that he was safe. Where her son was, his father was not. “ Alesan, where’s Farkas?!” she called out to him.
“ He’s fighting the dragon!” Alesan shouted back to her. “ He needs help!”
Tarrowlyn felt her heart plummet at those words. She needed to get to him now! “ Get back home and we’ll be back soon enough!” she called out over her shoulder as she passed him. Blood was heavy on the wind as she kept the western direction and Tarrowlyn fought to keep her worry for her love at bay. She could see the dragon from here and she felt her chest seize as she watched Farkas in his wolf form go flying into a tree. “ WULD NAH KEST!”
The shout hadn’t even crossed her mind when it left her lips and Tarrowlyn’s arm drew her blade before she even could think of the action. Her body was running on automatic even as her mind had gone into a blank state of panic at seeing her beloved in this much danger. The edge of her sword opened a gash through one of the dragon’s wings and into its side as she shot past it faster than lightning. She came skidding to a stop, her mind now starting to focus on the task at hand. Inhaling deeply, Tarrowlyn’s emerald eyes blazed with a righteous fire all their own. “ KRII LUN!”
The dragon turned sharply at hearing her thu’um and it let loose a stream of fire at the incoming warrior. “ Ful fin dovahkiin aavve aui daar frod. Hi fent grind hin hevno oblaan naal joti.” the dragon growled out in his native tongue.
Tarrowlyn felt her blood boil at the dhov’s words laced with malcontent. “ Nii los hi tol fent dir naal zahkrii.” Tarrowlyn shot back. She had made a promise to Arngeir that she would learn the language of the dhov as it would help increase her understanding of the thu’um. She hadn’t thought she would be using the language all that much in all honesty, but had still applied herself to learning the skill. Her eyes flickered over to where Farkas still lay prostrate on the ground and her rage began bubbling over at the sight. That damn dragon had not only hurt the man she loved, but her son as well. “ Hi nosaan ahmuli. Fah tol hin fent aus.”
The dragon shook as he laughed, its sound harsh and grating on Tarrowlyn’s sensitive ears. “ Mu fent koraav mal joor.”
Tarrowlyn charged the dhov before her and Farkas shook his great furry head as he started coming to a bit. Damn, now he knew what Tarrowlyn meant by being trampled by a herd of mammoth. How many dragons had she fought against? Wait...Alesan! The dragon! he realized. The boy had probably made it home by this point and now the two of them had to deal with this overgrown menace.
Farkas’ hackles raised as he growled and he jumped onto the dragon’s back. He was a flurry of teeth and claws, complimenting every attack; physical and verbal, that Tarrowlyn made. Farkas felt the transformation start to wane and he smiled ferally. The dragon wouldn’t expect this.
Tarrowlyn looked up as a barely clothed Farkas pulled his sword from his hip and she quickly rolled out of the way. Damn, that sexy bastard was distracting her at the most inopportune time! Tarrowlyn rolled again, this time jabbing her blade up into the unguarded gullet.
Farkas felt the dragon jerk a bit as the nord readied his blade and he plunged it down into the base of its skull. Again he had to keep his balance as the creature collapsed limply to the ground, dead, and Farkas nodded happily. He hadn’t had a chance to fight one yet until this morning.
His eyes were still a touch golden as he looked over to Tarrowlyn, who was panting a bit breathlessly as the dragon began disappearing and she absorbed its soul. Her verdant orbs met his own, though Farkas was amused to see that her own eyes were flickering between green and gold herself. Both their wolves had gotten riled up by the feel of it.
Tarrowlyn couldn’t tear her eyes away from Farkas as he walked toward her. His shirt was completely shredded and hanging from his waist and arms in tatters. His pants were beyond repair as well, and his belt was hanging loosely over his hips. He was barefoot, but his footfall was completely silent against the foliage littering the forest floor and his sword was bobbing in time to his footsteps. His eyes, those beautiful silver blue orbs, were locked to hers as they flickered back and forth between colors, his gaze entrancing and his presence dominating. He was nothing but pure, unrestrained alpha stalking his prey...
By Dibella’s will, he looked entirely too damn delicious like that.
While she knew that now was definitely not the time, Tarrowlyn had an idea to get the two of them in a similar situation. All she could think of at that moment was how much she wanted to tear all that fabric away from his body and have her way with him.
Farkas held out his hand to help her up and Tarrowlyn took it, grunting a little when her legs didn’t want to cooperate. “ You okay?” he asked her softly as her fingers lingered over his back. His whole body hurt from where he had been slammed into the tree, but he could already feel Tarrowlyn’s magicka washing over him and healing any wounds he had sustained.
“ Thank the divines you’re alright.” She whispered worriedly. “ Damn I hate those overgrown lizards.” Once she was sure Farkas was as hale and hearty as he was before this whole debacle, Tarrowlyn set to healing herself.
Farkas chuckled though he was holding her just as tightly as she was him. “ Where did it come from anyways?” he asked her. He saw one of Alesan’s arrows sticking out of the deer nearby and he began thinking. Hadn’t there been a bunch of wolves when he had first gotten here as well?
“ I don’t know, but Alduin has certainly been busy. Farkas, I think we need to start planning a trip into Morthal…” Tarrowlyn looked around, her gaze skyward as if she were attempting to divine which way the beast had flown from. She had learned that dragon’s name finally after reading one of the books Master Arngeir had given her. She had written him a letter asking him questions, and he had told her what he did know about him. Once she had all the facts, Tarrowlyn had relayed it to Farkas.
“ For what?” Farkas asked. He hauled the doe onto his shoulder and he looked over at Tarrowlyn who was eyeing the bones with a slight smile on her face. He knew that look. “ You’re gonna need to kill more dragons before you have enough for that, love.”
Tarrowlyn chuckled. “ Nonetheless...I’ll grab the cart and bring Tanaris down so that I can bring as much of this home as possible. I’ve got plans for this.” She looked north for a moment and she shook her head. She hadn’t wanted to set out this soon, but a dragon coming this close to her children and her home was inexcusable. “ I need to go to the Tomb of Jorgen Windcaller to get that horn Master Arngeir asked me to get when I was up at High Hrothgar. The only downside is that I don’t want to leave the kids here now…”
“ This dragon was a one and a million chance, Tarrowlyn. Not only that, Alduin can’t resurrect it now that you’ve absorbed its soul. They’ll be safe here while we head out.” Farkas assured her. Thank the gods Tarrowlyn had explained how the whole situation worked. That was only after she had written the greybeards for more information on the subject however. He sighed thankfully as the steading came into sight and Sinding was waiting outside for him. The blond man handed him a new change of clothing and he eased the deer over to him in a silent exchange. “ Thank you, friend.”
A knowing smile split the nord’s face. “ I’ve been there. Where are your boots?” Sinding asked him.
Farkas sighed. He had ruined his armor in his haste to save Alesan. “ Beyond repair at this point. It’s just better that I get a new set made. For that I’m going to see Eorlund.” he grumbled.
Tarrowlyn smiled fondly at the mention of her master and she ran her hand over Farkas’ broad shoulders. It had been a while since she had seen the smith of the Skyforge.
“ Besides, that gives me an excuse to have our wedding rings made.” Farkas added with a smirk, completely pulling Tarrowlyn from her thoughts.
Both Rayya and Sinding smiled at the proclamation and the housecarl’s golden brown eyes looked between the two before her. “ Wedding?” Rayya asked happily.
Farkas smirked proudly as Tarrowlyn nodded. “ I finally proposed this morning after the kids woke us up.” he said by way of explanation. “ We’re not getting married just yet, so don’t get your hopes up that high.”
Rayya looked at Tarrowlyn sternly. “ And just why are we not having this wedding any sooner?”
“ I’ll explain once the children are in bed tonight, Rayya. It’s a long story.” Tarrowlyn replied gently. Leave it to Farkas to get the steward’s hormones in overdrive before breakfast had even been served. Would he have ever pulled that with her? Tarrowlyn chest tightened a little at the thought that she and Farkas would never have their own children. At least they had Alesan and Lucia… “ Speaking of, I need to go check on Alesan. He was clutching his shoulder when I saw him running for the house.”
“ I’ve already taken the liberty of putting his shoulder back into place and Rayya used a healing spell on him. He’s more shaken up than anything.” Sinding told her, his tone reassuring.
Tarrowlyn nodded even as she began walking towards the house. This whole dragon business probably had both the kids scared.

Tarrowlyn found Lucia in the kitchen as she brought the deer in and she put it over on the cutting block. “ How’s he holding up?” she asked worriedly. Farkas was only stopping in the main hall long enough to get the boy something to settle his nerves with. They had talked it over in hushed tones before seeing to both of the children.
“ He wants to be alone, not that I blame him in all honesty. Where’s Farkas?” Lucia asked her, a bit perplexed. She would have thought it a given that they should leave Alesan to himself.
Tarrowlyn smirked a little. Well, she had been hoping to tell both of them together, but this moment, her potential reaction, was entirely too promising to pass up. “ You’re father is taking care of your brother. Despite his wishes to be alone, Alesan needs someone to talk to. In this case, we both felt that your dad was the better choice. Your brother is a young man after all, and he needs a man to talk to.” Tarrowlyn replied as she began cutting into the meat to portion it out.The wolves hadn’t gotten too much of it by the time the dragon had intervened.
Lucia’s eyes went wide in shock when she heard her mother refer to Farkas as her and her brother’s father not once, but twice. Then slowly a smile began to split across her face when Tarrowlyn smiled knowingly at her and Lucia began shaking with unrestrained glee. They were getting married! Tarrowlyn and Farkas were getting married! She and Alesan had been trying to figure out how to get the two to even mention anything close to the fact.
Lucia’s mouth opened and shut wordlessly for a moment, her shock completely blanking her mind for a solid minute.
When she finally did make a sound, Tarrowlyn made sure to have her ears covered.

Alesan was sitting by himself inside of the greenhouse and he was looking down at the cobbled stone floor with a blank stare, his mind completely drawn into how he had been cornered by that dragon. He had heard his mother curse the winged beasts often every time she had come home, but Alesan had honestly wondered if they were really making a resurgence.
What happened today had only proven that yes, the dragons were back and they were very, very terrifying indeed.
His shoulders shook hard as he recalled how close it had come, how rancid its breath had been and the heat he could feel building as it had prepared to roast him alive. Alesan felt tears sting his eyes as he remembered how sure he had been that he was going to die.
Farkas entered the greenhouse silently and he sighed heavily. “ Hey.” he called out to Alesan quietly.
“ Thank you for saving my life earlier.” came the whispered reply.
Farkas sat down beside Alesan and he handed the boy a tankard full of mead. “ Your mother and I agreed that you need something to calm your nerves after what happened this morning.” he said by way of explanation. “ Besides…”
Both men looked to the door as Lucia’s excited squeal echoed through the house and Farkas chuckled a bit. Alesan was beyond puzzled as he took a deep gulp of the mead, and he coughed a little at the feeling it imparted on him. There was a slight burn as it went down, but it was a welcome burn.
“ What was that about?” Alesan muttered.
Farkas chuckled. “ Your mom probably told Lucia the news. That’s the only reason I can think of for that short of sound.” he answered mirthfully. He placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “ Back to what I was saying though...I wasn’t going to allow that stupid lizard to eat my son.”
Alesan sputtered a bit, as he had been taking another deep drink from his mug when Farkas had said what he had, and mead sprayed from his mouth in his suprise. He coughed a bit, and he looked at Farkas in shock. “ Son?” he asked, a bit dumbfounded. “ Your son?”
Farkas chuckled as he nodded and Alesan’s face brightened at the news. “ I asked your mother to marry me this morning, Alesan…” Farkas began as he too took a deep drink from his glass. He drained the contents quickly enough, though he couldn't help but notice that Alesan was waiting on baited breath for him to tell him the answer. A large smile split Farkas' face as he clapped his hand on his son's shoulder. “ She said yes.”
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