After the orsimer girl ducked away to a merchant stall, the woman decided to split as well and visit the general store. Her trip to the Riverwood Trader was quick and efficient and the boisterous shopkeeper was too busy arguing with another patron to chat too much to her. She decided to purchase some lantern oil and troll fat as both could be used to start a campfire and the oil would come in handy for her travel lantern. After much speculating she also decided to purchase another quiver of arrows as an extra precaution.
Shortly after the nord woman made her way to the stables, which was located near the exit of the town and nestled beside the road to Whiterun. She found Sigra inside, anxiously pawing at the stall door with her massive hooves and braying at her master begrudgingly. Cerise scowled as she fastened her tack on the animal, putting anything she didn't need in her backpack in the various saddlebags latched to the saddle.
After mounting the still-braying mare she pushed the female into a trot. The orsimer girl was sitting idly beneath a tall tree with a bay stallion who behaved much more respectable than her own steed. Sigra brayed again at the sighting of the newcomers, stomping a black hoof anxiously into the dirt as the woman approached her. Bruse, who had been patient and quite most of the activity circled around to bare his teeth at the woman as she grew too close. The wolf offered a low growl and his ears flattened against his thick skull as she extended a hand.
"Ullr... Ullr Helgensgaurd."
Cerise released one of the reigns to readjust her bow and arrows while the girl spoke. She commonly rode with one hand holding the reigns and the other clasped around the bow in preparation for an unexpected attack or gamesighting.
"Cerise." The woman steered her horse to the road and waited for the woman to mount. She did not reciprocate the hand-shaking and thought the gesture odd in a way.
"The wolf is Bruse. He will maul you if you get too close. Keep your distance and if I take off ahead you stay put." The first sentence was a prude warning while the second more an order. She knew little if this girl knew a thing about hunting and if she didn't she could easily scare away any game that may happen upon them if she came blundering recklessly behind her.
Cerise said nothing more as she edge her horse into a canter down the road, the rickety town of Riverwood fading into the distance behind them. The huntress planned on exiting settlement limits by nightfall, so camping would be legal and she would not have to pay the outrageous fee for a night in an inn.
Reflexively she glanced at the camping gear strapped to the back of her saddle and silently wished she had used some of her septims to upgrade her tent. It was a one-person tent, which comfortably fit herself and Bruse, but fitting the orsimer girl would prove to be a challenge, especially since she had only one fur sleeping matt.
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The World-Eater's Eyrie
FanfictionUpon the reascension of an ancient evil, a warrior's soul is gleaned from the most unexpected of vessels. Thrust into an unwanted adventure and threatened with the destruction of their homeland, an unlikely pair must face the truth of their innermos...