Author's Note:
Dear readers, I wish all of you very happy holidays. I hope you all celebrate whatever it is you celebrate this time of year with plenty of joy and love all around.
I really hope you'll enjoy the following chapter and everything else that's coming after :) There's a lot to look forward to, plenty of adventures on the horizon. I have been posting very often now and I've managed to post the chapters I wanted when I wanted, but now I'll be slowing down the pace a bit again. Don't worry, nothing drastic, just the usual vague schedule, each four or five days, or just twice a week in general sometimes, but you know, a bit more unpredictable :D But still frequent enough imho ;)
I also have a little side story prepared for you all, a brief look into one of the side characters taking place some time before the events of the first book. I'll be posting it into the first book extras soon, but it's definitely not a very happy story all in all, so I thought it would be best to wait a bit until there's some respite from all the angst in the main fic :D
Alright, that's enough rambling.
Enjoy the holidays and enjoy the chapter <3
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Aeyrin poked idly into the fire with a stick.
It was nighttime already and Bishop still wasn't there.
She actually expected him to be there already when she arrived. He sent her such specific coordinates. But he wasn't there and so she waited and waited. She didn't even do anything, didn't even cook or look around the area. All she could do was wait for him to appear. She wasn't able to concentrate on anything else.
Maybe he wasn't coming.
Maybe she misread the coordinates? Or maybe he simply decided not to come. Maybe he changed his mind and he didn't want to see her anymore.
Maybe he sent her there as some kind of revenge – so that she was waiting for him there while he stood her up.
Well... that was probably not it, he wouldn't be that petty.
Not to her anyway. At least she hoped as much.
She merely sighed and poked into the fire again.
The mission in Winterhold went surprisingly well – there was no hitch, no complication. She and Raven woke up the next morning after their talk with a much more comfortable atmosphere between them. She only stopped briefly by the Nightgate Inn to stuff her letter for Bishop in a mailbox there before they headed forth towards their destination.
By the afternoon, five other men met them near the old mine and they all stormed the place together right after.
The smugglers responded with violence and battle broke out soon enough. But Raven's group was victorious with no losses beyond a few wounds. The smugglers were hardly masters of arms.
They all stayed the night in that cave and rested there. It was late by the time the battle was done and it wasn't a bad idea to stay and dispose of any stragglers that came from the outside.
By the morning she and Raven headed back on the road to return to Whiterun.
But a courier caught up with her soon enough, so she bid Raven farewell and changed her direction, excited to see Bishop.
And now here she was.
Alone again.
Wait... what was that?
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Northbound Pilgrimage II
FanfictionAeyrin and Bishop continue their journeys through Skyrim, trying to deal with the looming threats in their path. The Province is still ravaged by the dragons, as well as the war, and both new and old enemies still hound their steps. Their adventures...
