Cerise was already reaching the edge to her limit of irritation with Ullr. The girl had sped the group upon seeing the walls of Whiterun and now her blatant lie threatened the last remnants of her sanity. When the tough grip of the Orsimer closed around her wrist she yanked it free almost immediately, casting a hateful glance on the misted sapphire eyes of the foolish girl as she pleaded entrance to the province capital.
Thankfully, the gesture went unnoticed by the surprised guard as he took a step back at her words. The other guard who stood behind him turned to stare in shock as well.
"Really?" His voice was laced with suspicion but the guard beside him stepped forward to relay his own opinion.
"Aye, I know the captain. Gutlod, a fine imperial man. I don''t remember him being an orsimer though." The guard sniffed curiously, but shrugged the suspicion off quickly.
"He had a big heart, no doubt your one of the many he brought into his home. You really saw the dragon? What was it like?"
The other guard huffed at him, giving him a stern look which effectively translated to official business.
"Yes, right, well let's go then. I'll escort you to the jarl myself."
The second guard then ushered them into the city, where they began the trek to the hold. It was a large castle-like structure with many steps. Cerise trailed silently behind them, a hidden hand on her axe as she followed the guard who pestered Ullr with a number of questions about the "dragon" in question.
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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...
