ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ // Teldryn Sero

o.o.5 // camp

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Teldryn Sero's POV
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I was still not accustomed to traveling with Rhea. She was...hotheaded. Mostly quiet and kept everything under lock and key. She was very different from my last patron, thankfully, but it only made me more and more curious.

   As the night went on, we continued our journey to...wherever we were going. I learned not to ask questions since the bandit encampment incident. Though, i was slightly concerned regarding the amount of secrecy and protection. Rhea seemed quite capable. I am suspicious of her actions, but she has proven to be quite the character. As much as she annoys me.

   "This seems far enough for a camp, don't you think? The ground is level enough. Decent coverage by this big ass rock." Rhea hummed, pulling me out of my thoughts. She stopped, setting her bag down and pulling out some equipment.

"I suppose." I hummed, moving to sit comfortably on the ground whilst leaning back on a rock. Rhea looked over at me, unamused.

"Get the fuck up and go find firewood." She huffed. I groaned.

"If i must. You're the boss." I grumbled, standing back up and going to search for wood.

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Rhea Nahro's POV
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   I sighed as Teldryn walked off to get some firewood. Finally some peace and fucking quiet.

   I gathered all my equipment and began to pitch a tent decent enough for both Teldryn and I to sleep in tonight. I set up sticks and tied them all together tightly, laying animal skins and quilts over the top. As i did this, my mind drifted to the mercenary.

   What would he think when he finds out? I mean, it's only a matter of time. It's going to happen soon. Seeking out Miraak could easily be the death of me, whoever the guy is. I've come so close to death so many times. It's honestly quite insane that i haven't died yet. I'm surprised. Not that i really want to die. I have the guild, the brotherhood, my friends i've made here and there, the companions, y'know...

   Well. They're all allies. Are they really on my side? Are they just there because of my social status? Because of the dragon blood that i never fucking asked for? Because i'm some goddamn hero? Pathetic. I'm no hero. Oh little girl, when will you learn? Im playing with fire, here. One day, im gonna get burned, i swear.

   Of course. I should've never been dragonborn. Not me. Someone else. Maybe someone more capable. Stronger. Someone who doesn't let their thoughts get to them. Someone who hasn't killed thousands of people. Someone who didn't have to lay their own friends to rest. Mercer, nearly Paarthunax, Alduin, hell, I even managed to get Uthgerd the Unbroken killed. Astrid, Festus, Veezara-

   crack.

   I didn't realize that i was getting worked up until the stick i was holding snapped in half. I inhaled sharply, finishing up the tent before sitting down on a rock to clear my head. I reached up and pulled off my cowl, running a hand through my short, fluffy hair. I felt something wet drip onto my hand.

   Oh lovely, i'm crying.

   God damnit.

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Teldryn Sero's POV
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   "Stupid n'wah with her stupid pride, sending me, the GREATEST swordsman and spellsword out to gather firewood. This is degrading." I mumbled to myself, arms full of wood as i walked back to camp.

   I heard a crack and stopped abruptly, scanning the area. I quickly began running to the camp, holding the firewood so that i didn't drop it. Gods, I was paranoid.