Northbound Pilgrimage III

Chapter X - Golden

Author's Note:

I hope you all enjoyed the Chorrol plotline of the Cyrodiil arc :) There is still a lot more action we'll see in the southern Province.

But after all that restraint the temple forced on them, what else could Bishop and Aeyrin do now? That's right, it's a smut chapter :D

Enjoy or skip at your leisure :) I hope you're all liking the southern arc so far :)

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Maybe it wasn't the best idea to dawdle so much.

They had things to do, places to be.

For one, the sooner they got to their destination near Anvil, the better chances were that they would find the clan there. And also, they kind of had a deadline to think about. Literally. The meeting with Ri'zhassa was only a week away.

But who could ever resist this?

Their last few days in the chapel were even more pleasant with Master Therien around. Even Sevyen was afraid to throw nasty looks at the two of them with the man around. Or maybe he had a talk with her. He could always convince anyone of anything – to be a better person.

Aeyrin tried not to hog too much of his time, even though it was hard. The others wouldn't see him for a long time, but that wasn't her case. Bishop mentioned to her that they should go to the new chapel soon after they returned to Skyrim, to see how her mentor got situated. That was so sweet of Bishop to think about. Master Therien did promise to write the moment he could from the nearby farm there, but it was going to be for the best to see him in person too. Besides, he did mention that they had to establish some connections when it came to courier services there. The inhabitants of the new temple needed to receive their letters too, but it was too dangerous to have scores of them addressed to a small farm. But until that was resolved, Aeyrin could not write to him herself overly often. This was really the best option.

And after those few more days, everyone, Aeyrin, Bishop and Therien, had said their goodbyes to the residents of the temple again. Likely for a long time.

After the somber goodbyes, they all went outside the city gates to meet up with Brunwulf. Both Master Therien and Aeyrin took some time mourning their departure from the beloved city, but soon, they all set off on their way. And it seemed that almost no time had passed before they had to split up.

Bishop and Aeyrin were headed into a different direction after all. And while Brunwulf assured them that their journey would be safe and without any issues. He was meeting up with some contacts along the Orange Road that would accompany them and assure Master Therien's safe passage to Skyrim.

And Bishop and Aeyrin headed in the other direction – they continued off the major roads and opted to take a shortcut through the Colovian Highlands until they finally reached the Gold Coast.

The Gold Coast. It was renowned throughout the Empire for its beautiful warm beaches and famed to have many pirate treasures hidden beneath the sand.

And while Bishop was not a fan of the extreme heat, or at least what he considered to be extreme, he definitely could not get enough of the scenery. And not just the acacia and palm trees, the golden sand and the shimmering water of the Abecean Sea. The best part of it all by far was Aeyrin's excitement.

"Gods, I missed this so much," she smiled as they walked along the coast, letting the searing sun fall on her upturned face.

"Yeah. Me too," Bishop nodded wistfully. "Although..." He couldn't take it anymore. He felt like his armor was melting to his body. He started to promptly unbuckle his chest piece, taking off his gloves, then yanking the large piece away over his head.