Eyes on the Future: 20. Reminders

The silence in the small room was tense and loaded as Kodlak took place in his chair. Aela and Vilkas leant against the desk, close to each other, shoulders touching, arms crossed. They built a front against us, or they searched each other’s closeness. I didn’t know. But both radiated nervousness and worry. It spread…

Eyes on the Future: 19. Going Home

Tiny needles were piercing my cheek, faint chinks skittering through my skull. The skin was wet. There was no pain, only a small fleck of awareness. I was so tired. Too tired to bother about the numbness. The snow beneath me was ancient and harsh, cooling the heat on my face. The crystals tickled when…

Eyes on the Future: 1. Witnesses

His name was Harrald, he was the son of Falkreath’s smith, and he was the man of my dreams. At the age of 12 he was already nearly a man, and he was strong, strong enough to blow the bellows at his father’s forge for hours on end. He had fiery red hair that stood…

Eyes on the Enemy: 23. A Proposal

“Wait, Qhouri. I gotta show you something.” Aela grabbed my arm and held me back when I turned straight for the dorm. I gave her a scornful look. The journey from Rorikstead had been horrible. I was covered in a grimy, reeking layer of sweat and dust from the road, my barely healed wounds throbbed…

Eyes on the Enemy: 21. Change

I was alone with my breakfast, only Eorlund waving over as he climbed the stairs to the Skyforge, and soon after I heard the familiar noise of rhythmical banging of his hammer against steel. Inside Torvar called for Tilma and Ria scolded him for calling for Tilma, but for the most part Jorrvaskr was still…

Eyes on the Enemy: 20. Met by Moonlight

Heat coils in her belly, gathers and liquefies into a core of molten need, heavy and viscous. It crawls up her spine and through her veins in tendrils of pain and pleasure, makes her skin burn like the caress of a lover. She holds back, lets the tension build, the strain in her muscles and…

Eyes on the Enemy: 15. Haunted

To get down from the mountain was much easier than to get up, now that we knew what to expect and we only stumbled from time to to over the crystalline heaps that had been the icewraiths. It wasn’t really far, after all – it had only appeared so endless a trek that first time.…