A Tale of Could-be Heroes Book 1: Hero, Dragon, Elf

The Journey to Bleak Falls: part 1

After a nice long soak and thoroughly washing their hair, Camilla sat on the bank, carefully removing twigs and bits of leaves from Aeyrie's dreadlocks. Aeyrie sat below her in the water, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders, shimmering in the early morning light. Given that Aeyrie was nearly two feet taller than Camilla, this was the only way Camilla could comfortably tend to her hair.

As Camilla worked, she marveled at the intricate beauty of Aeyrie's hair. "You have such beautiful hair, Aeyrie," she said softly. "I've never seen anything quite like it."

Aeyrie smiled, her eyes half-closed in relaxation. "Thank you, Camilla. It's a bit of a hassle sometimes, but it's nice to have someone help with it."

Camilla chuckled. "Well, it's the least I can do after you agreed to accompany me. Besides, it's kind of relaxing, like grooming a horse."

Aeyrie laughed. "Like grooming a horse?"

Camilla huffed, a touch of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "That isn't what I meant. I don't mean to compare you to an animal. It's just that I used to enjoy grooming our horses back in Cyrodiil."

Aeyrie smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's okay, Camilla. I understand what you meant. And I can see how it might be relaxing."

Camilla relaxed, returning the smile. "I'll admit you had me going. Grooming horses was always a calming task for me, a way to clear my mind. I guess helping you with your hair gives me that same feeling."

Aeyrie nodded, appreciating the sentiment. "I'm glad I could give you a bit of that peace here."

As Camilla continued to work, the two women chatted about their lives and experiences. Camilla shared stories of her family and life in Cyrodiil, painting vivid pictures of her childhood and the bustling cities she once called home. Aeyrie listened intently, finding comfort in the shared stories and the normalcy they brought.

"You must miss it," Aeyrie said softly, as Camilla finished untangling the last knot.

"I do," Camilla admitted. "But I've made a new home here, and it's not so bad. Besides, I've met some wonderful people, like you and your brother."

Aeyrie felt a warmth in her heart at Camilla's words. "We're glad to have met you too. You've been so kind and helpful."

Camilla smiled, her eyes reflecting the bond that had started forming. "It's easy to be kind to good people. Now, let's head back before Lucan starts to worry."

Aeyrie stood up, feeling refreshed and lighter. "Thank you, Camilla. For everything."

"Anytime, Aeyrie," Camilla said, gathering the bath things. "Remember, you're not alone here. You've got friends who believe in you."

Aeyrie and Camilla dressed quickly, their damp hair glistening in the morning light. The air was crisp, carrying the fresh scent of pine and earth. They gathered their belongings, making sure not to leave anything behind, and started back down the path towards the village.

As they walked, the sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Birds chirped merrily overhead, and the rustle of leaves created a soothing backdrop to their conversation.

"That was refreshing," Aeyrie remarked, her mood lifted by the warm soak and Camilla's company.

Camilla nodded, her own spirits visibly higher. "It was. I'm glad we had this time. Now let's get back before Loche and Lucan start worrying."

Aeyrie smiled, appreciating the concern. "You're right. We don't want them sending out a search party," she said, laughing slightly.

As they approached the village, they could see the smoke rising from chimneys and hear the faint sounds of villagers beginning their day. The sight of homey cottages and familiar faces brought a sense of comfort and belonging to Aeyrie.