"How could I be cheating? I don’t have a shirt on."
Not 24 hours in Las Vegas and Eris and Fi are playing strip poker in a top floor private room with high up Mexican politicians.
What happens in Vegas is because of Eris
Where should they road trip next??
"Right, of course," he didn’t need to be instructed twice, he had this in the bag, he could do this. Right away, he went for the bookshelves, shoving through ruined and too-worn-to-read books out of the way, fishing out those that had little to no damage, or at least were readable.
The mage did the same. Moving to a different shelf, she began sorting through the books, taking whatever she could find. If this place was so heavily protected, it had to be from a reason.
"What made you start wanting to research the Dwemer?" The question was posed without much thought.
"Oh by the gods, no." Truth be told, were it not for the school, she would have steered clear of such a place purely because of the cold, "I had heard wonderful things about the curriculum and more… lax nature of the subjects that were allowed for study. The University in Cyrodiil was nice, to be sure, but I wished for a change of scenery as well." She had just sorely misjudged what they meant by the occasional blizzard.
"I quickly invested in a proper coat within a few months, believe you me."
"I know your pain. When I first moved here, I knew it would be cold, but I had no idea just how bad it really would be. I will tell you, I am very glad I am a pyromancer." She would have left by now if she wasn’t. Maybe it was a vapid thing to do, but she did regularly keep herself warm with her magic.
"You are from Cyrodiil then? What is it like there? I have always wanted to visit."
It took her a moment to realize he was even speaking to her. The dreams had jolted her awake, leaving her heart racing, her breath shallow and quick. Eyes wide, she just stared at him.
"I…what?" Blinking once, twice, reality clicked in and she just sighed. Rubbing her face with shaky hands, she pushed the tangled mess of curls back and finally started to calm down. "Oh, food. I, ah, thank you."
- "Have you ever been to a funeral before?"
- "Do you want to hold my hand?"
- "You look like you need a hug."
- "Please hold me."
- "Don’t worry, it’s not real. It’s all a dream."
- "Shhh, it’s okay now. You’re safe in my arms."
- "Hold me until I forget."
- "I don’t feel good. Stay with me…"
- "Don’t worry, baby, I got you."
- "I had that horrible dream again. Can I sleep in your bed?"
- "You can’t run from your fears when you’re in my arms."
- "Kisses won’t make it better, but you can try."
- "I’m going to love you until you love yourself."
- "You look like you need cheering up."
- "I need cheering up."
- "The past is in the past. The future is for us. We can’t help what’s gone."
- "You woke up screaming. I figured breakfast in bed was in order."
- "You’re the light of my life. Please don’t go."
Jae’s own giggle was hidden as she tried to compose herself, though found it leaking into her speech all the same, “Grumpy is most certainly a word for it, if we are to be kind to the old orsimer,” Jae was not normally one to disrespect her elders, but her and Urag had never really seen eye to eye on most things. Like taking books out of the library. It wasn’t like she never returned them!
"Ah, gracious," she wiped a tear from her eye, laughter finally calming down, "So did you come to Winterhold for the friendly staff, or was there something else that brought you here?"
Now that was a loaded question at its very core. Fienelef had multiple reasons for leaving her home and making the trip, though the core of it all wasn’t something she was really willing to talk about.
"I came to the College when High Rock could no longer offer me any room for growth. The College has a lot of opportunities and advantages and that was what really drew me here. And what of you? Surely you did not come for the fantastic weather."
"Only difference is that if you slip just once, you might end up with no functioning limbs. Or worse—dead." Whatever the case, the two of them were ‘safely’ across and they could continue with their search. "Where should we start?"
She stopped and looked around the large Dwemer study they had managed to break in to. “Bookshelves first, desks next, find any paperwork that has survived the test of time and then we will look for the larger things. The paperwork will be the most valuable once we translate it.”
Jae watched the Breton come back to her side and sighed, “If you insist, daeseh.” She was inwardly relieved, for if the Breton had observed her closely, she would have seen her arm straining to keep the bow taut to begin with.Fienelef was not the sort to leave anyone behind, not when she knew it could be avoided. She eased forward, past Jae ever so slightly to get a clean shot, and fire erupted from her hand, effectively stopping the threat.