I walked around the small camp site. Pacing, thinking. The only thing on my jumbled mind was Mairah being gone. Where was she, what was happening to her? San Vasca sat on a nearby log cleaning his claws, and sharpening his blade. Hoping to make himself less bored. I grit my teeth in another bout of anger. I haven't had this much rage since chasing my gear 10 years ago. I targeted a tree more than 100 yards away. I threw all the knives I owned, and in one swift move started firing arrows. I put my bow back over my shoulder, and walked to the tree. They all hit around one crowded spot, but they weren't as close as they should have been. My stress was clouding my skills and my mind. I walked back over to the ruins where our camp lie. I sat against Falathiel, and reached for Mairah's cloak. I held it in my hands, and felt a sharp absence in my head. In my heart. I put it to my face, and held back my sadness, and my anger. But mostly my pain.
My thoughts then became clouded even more by the sound of a small man sprinting this direction. I stood and drew an arrow as he turned the corner. The tip of my arrow touched his forehead as he let out a frightened squeal. I sighed in response to him, I put the arrow and the bow back. "Letter for L. D?" The small man quivered. I held out my hand, "Sorry friend, I was only being... Careful." I pulled out a handful of septims and tossed them to him. He carried on his way, as I paced once more. I carefully opened the letter to reveal the familiar hand righting of one of my comrades.
Lyron, Old Friend,
I am sorry to inform you that I cannot come to the Isle to help you on Kyne's quest. Unfortunately I also have important business to attend to. If your journey does ever lead you back to Skyrim, seek me out. My door is always open to you and Mairah.
- Celduin
I crumpled the paper up. I felt slight anger, but slight happiness. It was good he was now leading his own life. Yet, the selfish side of me wanted him here to help me find Mairah. San Vasca picked up the crumpled parchment from the forest floor. "He does not come to aid us," He said in a disappointed tone, he stood, and placed his hand on my shoulder, "The others will surely turn up to help." I nodded to him in acknowledgement, and continued pacing. I had to think about all of the Septimist camps that I had come by with Mairah and San Vasca. Where were they likely to go. My mind then shifted to Ceriah. How would I find her as well. I felt my eyes shift from a cool silver, to an agitated orange. I clenched my fist in response.
My mind was then slightly clouded by more footsteps once more. Strange sents from the north, and a familiar one from the East. Thoron?
My thoughts then became clouded even more by the sound of a small man sprinting this direction. I stood and drew an arrow as he turned the corner. The tip of my arrow touched his forehead as he let out a frightened squeal. I sighed in response to him, I put the arrow and the bow back. "Letter for L. D?" The small man quivered. I held out my hand, "Sorry friend, I was only being... Careful." I pulled out a handful of septims and tossed them to him. He carried on his way, as I paced once more. I carefully opened the letter to reveal the familiar hand righting of one of my comrades.
Lyron, Old Friend,
I am sorry to inform you that I cannot come to the Isle to help you on Kyne's quest. Unfortunately I also have important business to attend to. If your journey does ever lead you back to Skyrim, seek me out. My door is always open to you and Mairah.
- Celduin
I crumpled the paper up. I felt slight anger, but slight happiness. It was good he was now leading his own life. Yet, the selfish side of me wanted him here to help me find Mairah. San Vasca picked up the crumpled parchment from the forest floor. "He does not come to aid us," He said in a disappointed tone, he stood, and placed his hand on my shoulder, "The others will surely turn up to help." I nodded to him in acknowledgement, and continued pacing. I had to think about all of the Septimist camps that I had come by with Mairah and San Vasca. Where were they likely to go. My mind then shifted to Ceriah. How would I find her as well. I felt my eyes shift from a cool silver, to an agitated orange. I clenched my fist in response.
My mind was then slightly clouded by more footsteps once more. Strange sents from the north, and a familiar one from the East. Thoron?