me and dana walked a good bit before we got to a small village called riverwood, we headed into the inn and sat at a table waiting for a waiter
"hello my names sapphire and do you need a drink? or something to eat?" a blonde haired, purple eyed girl says, nord..
"two ales, and two potato soups please" dana says sweetly
"you're sweetness makes me sick" I say like our magic teacher used to
''you sound like ms. alams"
"thank you"
"i miss cicero" i say looking away "i remember he hated magic class"
"didn't you and him skip once?"
"yeah, i was just walking down the hall when he grabed my hand and led me outside, through a hidden exit of the city and into a cave..i asked him why were out there and he just winked at me and sat down with that smile...a smile only a child could have"
"you really liked him didn't you?"
"yeah..you know theres only so much those paintings can show you..his deep red hair, his amber eyes, but not his smile. not his laugh. or that playful shine in his eyes"
"he was childish thats sor sure. but i'm just wondering how you two never kissed...there was a lot of close moments and staring"
"here you two are, and if you need anything else let me know"
''ah yes, has there a man in his sixties came in here? graying hair, blue eyes, short?" dana asks
"no ma'am"
"how about a younger man? red hair, amber eyes...only a little bit taller than me by half a foot. his names cicero"
"..yeah, a couple days ago. rambling about taking his dead mother home, but he kept refering to him self as cicero and that a kindly stranger helped him"
"holy doody balls" dana says looking away
"did he say which way he was going?"
"no but, he said somthing about he was coming from 'where the grumpy nord jarl lives' and that 'its really cold'''
"windhelm" dana says
"thank you sapphire" i say paying her then eating quikly and renting me and dana a room
(morning)
"are you ready dana"
"so you're telling me we are changing our route to go where cicero 'was'? how does that work?"
"because we might get a lead on where cicero is"
"okay, fine"
something seems off..how would cicero take his mother home? she's been buried for years. and by what she said he seemed..a little mad
(at windhelm cause im lazy)
me and her walked into the gates in our huge coats, me and her looked at the map we had of windhelm and agreed to ask about cicero in two diferent parts. but i stopped by seeing a dark elf woman being yelled at.
"how do we know you're not a imperial spy!?" one nord man yells
"imperial spy? you can't be serious!"
"i bet she's taking notes on that little notepad of hers!"
"hey! what makes you think you can just yell at this woman?''
"move along girl...before things get nasty"
i punch the man square in the nose and flip him, the other man runs forward and i out my diamond dagger.
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my once sane heart cicero x listener
Hayran Kurguthis is a story about a young Cicero before he was insane and there will be a story to show how they meet again after he had gone crazy #skyrim #Cicero