Aeyrie scanned the road outside of town, her eyes straining for any sign of Loche. The sun, climbing higher in the sky, cast long shadows across the landscape. She leaned against the stone side of the bridge, her mind racing with thoughts of their precarious situation.
Minutes turned into what felt like hours as she waited. The peaceful countryside around her seemed to mock her sense of urgency. Every rustle of the leaves was amplified in the quiet, heightening her anxiety.
Aeyrie glanced at the distant horizon, her patience wearing thin. She pulled out the map once more, reviewing their route and options. The familiar sound of footsteps made her jump, but it was only a passing traveler who gave her a curious glance before continuing on their way.
As she waited, Aeyrie checked her surroundings for any signs of danger. Her thoughts turned to the Thalmor and the potential threats they might face. She hoped Loche and Ralof were safe and making good progress. The seconds ticked by slowly, and Aeyrie fought to keep her mind focused and her worry at bay.
Aeyrie was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear the footsteps approach her, only the gentle touch of a hand on her shoulder. Aeyrie turned but relaxed when she saw that it was just Camilla.
"Aeyrie? Are you alright?" Camilla asked, her tone worried. "Delphine said you went to meet with Loche over half an hour ago."
Aeyrie, still catching her breath from her brisk walk, looked up at Camilla with a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, Camilla. Just a bit shaken up from an encounter with the Thalmor."
Camilla's eyes widened with concern. "The Thalmor? What happened?"
Aeyrie sighed, glancing back toward the road she had just traveled. "They were looking for Stormcloak prisoners. Delphine and I managed to get them to leave, but it wasn't easy. I was waiting for Loche, but he should have been here by now."
Camilla frowned, her brow furrowing with concern. "Do you think something might have happened to him?"
"I hope not," Aeyrie replied, glancing back down the road. "But with those Thalmor lurking around, it's hard not to worry."
Camilla reached up and gently squeezed her shoulder. "He'll be alright. Loche seems very intelligent. Surely he won't get caught that easily."
Aeyrie offered a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Camilla. I pray to Akatosh you're right." As she said it, Aeyrie felt a sense of familiarity, but the part of her that was Blaire stirred, feeling confused. Having two identities within, both controlled by one mind, was a very strange experience indeed.
Camilla nodded, her gaze scanning the road alongside Aeyrie's. "How about I wait with you?" she suggested. "It's better than being alone with all these thoughts."
Aeyrie smiled slightly, appreciating the company. "I'd like that."
The two women stood together, sharing a quiet moment of solidarity. The presence of a friend made the waiting slightly more bearable, and Aeyrie felt a bit of her anxiety lift. The peaceful countryside remained quiet around them, and Aeyrie clung to the hope that Loche would return soon.
After waiting for so long, Aeyrie considered going after Loche. The thought gnawed at her—perhaps something had happened to him that she just didn't know about. She glanced over at Camilla, who had kept her company through the agonizing wait, and the two exchanged a look of mutual concern.
The countryside remained deceptively serene, the peaceful surroundings at odds with the turmoil in Aeyrie's heart. Just as she was about to suggest they go look for him, the sound of rapid footfalls reached their ears. Someone was running toward them, and a familiar voice called out.
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A Tale of Could-be Heroes Book 1: Hero, Dragon, Elf
AdventureWhile on a camping trip, twins Blaire and Blaine Lament are suddenly pulled through a mysterious wormhole, thrust into the perilous world of the Elder Scrolls. With each passing moment, the wormhole that brought them here begins to close, dimming th...