Tsundora
Breton Trash
She returned frequently to her family, it was only right. It was an unassuming little town- not even much of a town, really. To her, it must be so dull living in Ivarstead as a farmer or worker, just toiling away in fields. Thank god her family was never invested in the trade. She preferred animals and vegetables when they were on a plate, and not having to raise them every day.
Crops would be scarce at this time of year. First Seed was coming soon and the snow was parting. Sabelline was back at home and yesterday, she‘d brought with her elk meat and some oddities like wild bird eggs, flowers and Nirnroot on the way, that odd stuff her brother always liked to work with.
It had been a good half-year since she saw them last.
“Sabel, I must ask you something.” Her brother said, leaning towards her from across the table. He always looked intense because of his thick black brows, framing dark, thoughtful eyes. “In a day or so, I want to head to the college of Winterhold. There’s only so much I can learn out here, unfortunately. I was hoping you could come with me.”
Sabelline blinked at him, a presumptuous frown forming. “Are you teasing me?”
“Oh- no! No, I mean, even the roads are dangerous. I have a mercenary hired, but it would be good to have the extra protection.”
Sabel smiled slightly. Maybe that was the appreciation she was finally getting from him. “That right? Well, I’m not free, but I’ll give you a discount or something. Since I’m professional and everything.”
Morgan nodded quickly, clearly not concerned with payment. He seemed quite amused, no doubt he still saw her as defenceless. Well, she’d show him at any rate. Her bowmanship was undefeated.
Sabelline headed out shortly and felt the cold air on her face. She was generously adorned in furs, but by all Nine Divines was it as frigid as being touched by an ice wraith. She figured she should get as much hunting and foraging in as possible to prepare.
Crops would be scarce at this time of year. First Seed was coming soon and the snow was parting. Sabelline was back at home and yesterday, she‘d brought with her elk meat and some oddities like wild bird eggs, flowers and Nirnroot on the way, that odd stuff her brother always liked to work with.
It had been a good half-year since she saw them last.
“Sabel, I must ask you something.” Her brother said, leaning towards her from across the table. He always looked intense because of his thick black brows, framing dark, thoughtful eyes. “In a day or so, I want to head to the college of Winterhold. There’s only so much I can learn out here, unfortunately. I was hoping you could come with me.”
Sabelline blinked at him, a presumptuous frown forming. “Are you teasing me?”
“Oh- no! No, I mean, even the roads are dangerous. I have a mercenary hired, but it would be good to have the extra protection.”
Sabel smiled slightly. Maybe that was the appreciation she was finally getting from him. “That right? Well, I’m not free, but I’ll give you a discount or something. Since I’m professional and everything.”
Morgan nodded quickly, clearly not concerned with payment. He seemed quite amused, no doubt he still saw her as defenceless. Well, she’d show him at any rate. Her bowmanship was undefeated.
Sabelline headed out shortly and felt the cold air on her face. She was generously adorned in furs, but by all Nine Divines was it as frigid as being touched by an ice wraith. She figured she should get as much hunting and foraging in as possible to prepare.
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