The Daedric Pantheon

Chapter 4: Ilinalta's Deep

I leaned against the wall of a tower at the Solitude stables, listening to the small bickering between Sheo and Jyggalag. It didn't irritate me too much, my mom and Aunt Elenwen would argue a lot. I thumbed through my notebook again, when Sheo stopped me on Jyggalag's page.

Wait, wait, you have notes on Jyggalag too? There was a slight tone to his voice, he was most likely somewhat mad about it.

Of course I do. I have notes on every Daedric prince. I've always wanted to study Oblivion. It made me smile a little to say that. It always made me happy to think about my goal, something I was dedicated to. Jyggalag made some sort of noise of approval, whether it was in the direction of the notes or my dedication. I quickly closed my notebook and sped towards the carriage.

"I would like a carriage to Whiterun," I said, handing over 20 Septims. The man took them.

"Climb in back and we'll be off," he replied. I jumped into the carriage and leaned my head backwards slightly, with more bickering from Sheo and Jyggalag. It took all day to get to Whiterun. When we got to Whiterun, I was so tired, I wanted the inn, and nothing else. I dragged myself into the city, very silent this late. I got weird looks from the few people wandering the streets at night, probably because I am a random traveler out of nowhere. At least the inn wasn't far. I opened the door to the small inn. The sound from the lively drunkards of the inn somewhat toned out the arguing between Sheo and Jyggalag, which had somehow got louder. I sat down on a bar stool, propping my head on my hands.

"I'd like a room please," I said. I knew I needed to eat, but I was more tired than hungry.

"Sure thing, it's yours for a day," the innkeeper responded. I set down the ten Septims necessary.

You are a piece of-

Woah, woah, I'm going to stop you right there. I'm not a fan of swearing.

I could almost feel Jyggalag roll his eyes. I dumped my bag down on the side of the bed, with a loud thud in protest. The fact I haven't died yet is amazing. Both Sheo and Jyggalag could easily just incinerate me. But they don't. I wonder why...

Ohoho! Jyggalag~!

Oh don't you dare!

There was a fit of laughter as blush crept up onto my face, but it felt like more than just embarrassment...

Maybe it was just me.

I rolled into the bed. This was my normal bed while I traveled. A rickety old wooden bed. It wasn't much, but it was still my normal routine. I closed my eyes... aaaand failed to fall asleep because of these two idiots in my head.

You know Jyggalag, your problem is that you just don't know how to relax. Always so tense-

Well EXCUSE ME for being tense around YOU. I mean, do you even plan anything in your life?

"GUYS!" I shouted loudly. "SERIOUSLY, what do I have to do in order to get some sleep? I have to travel all the way to the lake tomorrow! Why are you even in my head in the first place?!" I snapped. I cringed after I finished talking, realizing I was scolding two Daedric princes who could very easily kill me with a snap of their fingers.

Apologies, Monisha. I'm simply trying to get THIS ONE to settle down and restore SOME RESEMBLANCE of order to this godforsaken realm

Oh really? So now I'm the-

"GUYS!" I repeated with a groan. "Neither of you are helping!" I rubbed my eyes frantically as I could practically feel bags forming under them. From then on throughout the night I only caught angry muttering and the occasional THUD in my head. Whatever I did, it seemed to work because I managed to get a bit of rest, albeit not the best, before my journey.