Beautiful Insanity (A Skyrim/Oblivion Fanfiction) ((ORIGINAL))

Russet

A/N: I'm sewing a replica of Sheogorath's Regalia. Female form, of course. But I'd like to know if any of you wanna see it once it's finished. :3

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RussetPOV

The cold air whipped at my face as Odahviing flapped his red wings, and my face was wet from the clouds. "Russ?" I turned my head to look. Brynjolf's mouth was turned downwards, clearly also pondering the Greybeards' reveal. "Are you alright?" I averted my eyes and clutched one of Odahviing's spikes.

"Of course I am," I lied. Bryn lifted an eyebrow. 

"Lass, I've known you for over a quarter century. You can't possibly expect me to believe you."

"There's no point in arguing." Brynjolf jumped at the sudden voice, tipping over on the massive drake. I reached down and grasped my husband's hand before he would have plummeted to the ground. 

"Haskill!" Kary didn't seem to notice that her father had nearly died, and I opened my mouth to give her a tongue-lashing. However, it seemed that the Breton man that had suddenly appeared on the dragon was too impatient to wait for me.

"Dylora." I paused, racking my brain for the name.

"What is Dylora?" Brynjolf murmured. Haskill seemed displeased by our inability to remember. However, a smile spread across his face when my eldest daughter spoke up.

"Dylora is the commander of the Dark Seducers," she reminded. "Regina told us all... when she..." Kary trailed off, clearly not wanting to delve deeper into the subject. I didn't mind. We all knew what she meant.

Haskill cleared his throat, face pained as he answered Kary. "My sources tell me that Nocturnal has also sent out Dylora and her Dark Seducer forces to retrieve the Key." A shudder went up my back. 

"Do you know where they are?" I urged, eager to hear Haskill's reply. He shook his head regretfully. 

"I'm afraid not just yet. All I know is that a few days ago, the Dark Seducers were given the order. I do not know whether or not they were dispatched as of yet." I just opened my mouth to reply when he froze, pupils shrinking until they had nearly disappeared. Brynjolf snorted at Haskill's odd behavior.

"Crazy fool," my husband hissed. "Can't bother to keep his sanity long enough to--"

"Pa," Kary replied, tone disapproving. "He's been helpful thus far. The least we can do is give him the benefit of the doubt." She looked back at Haskill. "Let's wait." No sooner had she said so that Haskill shook his head, terror in his brown eyes. 

"We have very little time," he whispered. 

"What?" Bryn growled, red hair whipping about. "What in blazes is that supposed to mean?" Haskill hesitated, and that was all my husband needed to begin shouting. "Listen here, you rat! I want my daughter back, not to hear a madman chatter about with riddles!" He reached back, and it took me holding his arm back to stop him. Our balance faltered, but I managed to keep us both on. 

Kary's eyes were full of tears as she stared at Haskill. Apparently, during the squabble, Haskill had already told her. I fixed my gaze on her, full of fear and desperation. I stiffened as her lips parted, holding onto Brynjolf as if he was my lifeline. "The Dark Seducers are in Skyrim... and they're nearing the Font of Nocturnal."