Post by Krysta on Feb 3, 2015 18:07:16 GMT -5
The night sky was clear, filled with stars and a beautiful, full moon shone overhead the city of Whiterun. People walked through the streets, heading back to their homes after a long day of working and gaining as much coin as they could to ensure their kids were happy and healthy. And while much was peaceful and quiet as the night drew further into the time in which only night creatures come out, it was not in the home of Whiterun's Thane, Breezehome was currently being plagued by---
"ACHOO!" sneezed an argonian minor by the name of Derkeethus. The Thane of Whiterun had saved him awhile back, in Darkwater Pass, from creatures he couldn't begin to explain what they had been. She had been alone at the time, and he never knew about her Housecarl Lydia until a few days ago. Needless to say Lydia was a welcome change, she completely and fully accepted him, unlike many of the human race. At the moment, Lydia was cooking some soup for him, and did anything she could to help him heal fast, for her Thane wanted to continue her adventure, but would stay in Whiterun until her traveling companion was better.
Stepping through the master bedroom doorway, of which she had specifically told Derkeethus to sleep in her bed, was the Thane and his savior herself. She was an argonian herself, just like he, her skin was a dark green, even darker green spots on her face. Her face, it held a light complexion, making it stand out compared to the rest of her body. Her eyes were bright, yellow, and the pupils in slits most of the time. She had no feathers, but had a pair of shapely, curved horns decorated with a bangle upon each, silver and shining. More often then not he thought of running his hands over them.
Currently, she was wearing a blue, stitched together dress, a brown corset over that and a pair of fur boots, along with that she wore a pair of fur gloves, which she was taking off after she set a bottle of tonic on the nightstand next to the bed. Her fingers were long, her nails chopped, seeing as she never liked them long, grabbing the tonic and opening it up, "Here Derk, hopefully this should help."
Her voice, one of the things he liked about her. Her voice was unique, a little softer then most argonian females. Other then that she wasn't special among other female argonians, most certainly not a first choice if one had a lineup of females to choose from. But what she lacked in looks, she made up for with her personality.
She was a very antsy female, never staying in one place long and held an affinity for gloves of all kinds. She was as fierce as a wyvern in combat, and didn't take those calling her a milkdrinker lightly. For a mage, she was a very hot headed female and would rather intimidate then persuade. But she was smart, smart enough to know when to not get into a fight, silver tongued enough to slip out of a deal, and willing enough to help those in need... depending on their race that is. If they wanted something for the good of all, she would do it, if it was bad, she wouldn't, unless they themselves were argonian, then no matter their side, her help was always given.
Taking the tonic from her, he downed it in but a few gulps, muttering his thanks as she placed on a pair of housegloves, as she called them, just a pair of normal gloves. Her obsession with gloves was something he didn't understand until he had the unfortunate chance of finding out himself.
It had been few months ago, he had grabbed her gloves and kept them from her, a little game... Then the fire set in. Long story short she couldn't control the flames unless she wore gloves, all a part of her dovah side she had yet to control. She never liked that fact about herself, that she was the dovahkiin, and he never said anything to her about it. But he felt that, since it was a part of her, she should cherish it. But seeing as he wasn't her, he wasn't gonna tell her.
She sat down on the bed next to him, her face softened by her caring expression. There, that right there is what made her stand out, and made him become flustered in her presence. "You shouldn't have swam for so long. I told you you would get sick and you didn't listen." she stated, scolding him yet smiling, she couldn't be angry at him for long, this he knew well. "That is true, but it was delightful, and if I remember correctly, your the one who started it!" he teased, coughing into his rag. Feeling her lightly patting his back, a sheepish grin upon her face, "True, but at least I didn't spend three hours looking for a sunken ship on impulse." she teased back, making him smile. No matter what, she couldn't be angry with him, and he couldn't be angry with her.
She got up and gently pushed him back down onto the bed and covered him up. It was then he noticed something around her neck, and became speechless. "Sleep, the sooner you get better, the sooner we can go search more caves." she whispered, blowing out the candle and stepping out of the room.
Really? There she was, ready, and he couldn't bring himself to say a flipping thing let alone breathe! She... had been wearing an Amulet of Mara.
"ACHOO!" sneezed an argonian minor by the name of Derkeethus. The Thane of Whiterun had saved him awhile back, in Darkwater Pass, from creatures he couldn't begin to explain what they had been. She had been alone at the time, and he never knew about her Housecarl Lydia until a few days ago. Needless to say Lydia was a welcome change, she completely and fully accepted him, unlike many of the human race. At the moment, Lydia was cooking some soup for him, and did anything she could to help him heal fast, for her Thane wanted to continue her adventure, but would stay in Whiterun until her traveling companion was better.
Stepping through the master bedroom doorway, of which she had specifically told Derkeethus to sleep in her bed, was the Thane and his savior herself. She was an argonian herself, just like he, her skin was a dark green, even darker green spots on her face. Her face, it held a light complexion, making it stand out compared to the rest of her body. Her eyes were bright, yellow, and the pupils in slits most of the time. She had no feathers, but had a pair of shapely, curved horns decorated with a bangle upon each, silver and shining. More often then not he thought of running his hands over them.
Currently, she was wearing a blue, stitched together dress, a brown corset over that and a pair of fur boots, along with that she wore a pair of fur gloves, which she was taking off after she set a bottle of tonic on the nightstand next to the bed. Her fingers were long, her nails chopped, seeing as she never liked them long, grabbing the tonic and opening it up, "Here Derk, hopefully this should help."
Her voice, one of the things he liked about her. Her voice was unique, a little softer then most argonian females. Other then that she wasn't special among other female argonians, most certainly not a first choice if one had a lineup of females to choose from. But what she lacked in looks, she made up for with her personality.
She was a very antsy female, never staying in one place long and held an affinity for gloves of all kinds. She was as fierce as a wyvern in combat, and didn't take those calling her a milkdrinker lightly. For a mage, she was a very hot headed female and would rather intimidate then persuade. But she was smart, smart enough to know when to not get into a fight, silver tongued enough to slip out of a deal, and willing enough to help those in need... depending on their race that is. If they wanted something for the good of all, she would do it, if it was bad, she wouldn't, unless they themselves were argonian, then no matter their side, her help was always given.
Taking the tonic from her, he downed it in but a few gulps, muttering his thanks as she placed on a pair of housegloves, as she called them, just a pair of normal gloves. Her obsession with gloves was something he didn't understand until he had the unfortunate chance of finding out himself.
It had been few months ago, he had grabbed her gloves and kept them from her, a little game... Then the fire set in. Long story short she couldn't control the flames unless she wore gloves, all a part of her dovah side she had yet to control. She never liked that fact about herself, that she was the dovahkiin, and he never said anything to her about it. But he felt that, since it was a part of her, she should cherish it. But seeing as he wasn't her, he wasn't gonna tell her.
She sat down on the bed next to him, her face softened by her caring expression. There, that right there is what made her stand out, and made him become flustered in her presence. "You shouldn't have swam for so long. I told you you would get sick and you didn't listen." she stated, scolding him yet smiling, she couldn't be angry at him for long, this he knew well. "That is true, but it was delightful, and if I remember correctly, your the one who started it!" he teased, coughing into his rag. Feeling her lightly patting his back, a sheepish grin upon her face, "True, but at least I didn't spend three hours looking for a sunken ship on impulse." she teased back, making him smile. No matter what, she couldn't be angry with him, and he couldn't be angry with her.
She got up and gently pushed him back down onto the bed and covered him up. It was then he noticed something around her neck, and became speechless. "Sleep, the sooner you get better, the sooner we can go search more caves." she whispered, blowing out the candle and stepping out of the room.
Really? There she was, ready, and he couldn't bring himself to say a flipping thing let alone breathe! She... had been wearing an Amulet of Mara.