Fire And Fangs

Chapter 29

It was an uneventful trip to Riften in Morgans view. They hadn't come across a single bandit or even a pack of wolves. She recalled when she had been travelling all over Skyrim, she seemed to be continually under attack from pretty much anything. She almost wished a dragon would turn up for a fight...but alas, even though they did see one flying around, it seemed to take one long look at the small Breton and her companion before flying north.

"You still aren't thinking about that dragon flying off are you?"

Morgan just gave Serana a crooked grin in response.

Serana just shook her head as she leaned into Morgan and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek before keeping her eyes ahead of her. The last 2 days of travel had been about Morgan telling Serana a very revised account as to what had happened over the last few hundred years...but she had only had a limited education in the history of Tamriel, so she had continually apologised for the lack of detail.

She had told her about the Oblivion Gates opening and the way that the Hero of Kvatch had appeared from seemingly out of nowhere to end the threat and send Mehrunes Dagon back to his own plane of Oblivion with the aid of the last Septim Emperor, Martin. She had only recently know that he would have been a Dragonborn as well, and this made her wonder how she had become one herself. Serana had smiled at that.

"You were made a Dragonborn because only you could have done what needed to be done." she had said.

Morgan had also told her about the floating city that had turned up around fifty years after the Oblivion Crisis, as it had become known as, but she had only heard a little about that. And then she had finally told her about her childhood, how she had been bullied by the boy gang in Bruma, and how she had finally allowed her magic to lash out at someone.

And she had blinded all five of them as a result.

The Thalmor hadn't even seemed bothered by this. They had kept an eye on her all the time though, and of course it had led to the deaths of three of the Altmer...and her subsequent exile to Skyrim, where her life had changed forever.

"Come on, lets get to Riften before it starts raining." Serana muttered as they heard the loud thunderclaps nearby, a massive wall of clouds forming in the east where they were heading.

"I think we will get rather wet anyway." Morgan remarked dryly...despite the grin that was on her face.

"I told you we would get wet."

"Oh shut up." Serana replied with a smirk as they came to the gates of Riften, the rain pounding on their head and body.

The two guards were definitely hiding sniggers at the sight of them at first when they got near. And then they simply stared at their soaking wet clothes.

"Stop looking at my breasts and let us in please." Morgan said with an annoyed voice.

"Let me see who's hiding under that hood, and we might let you in." was the senior guards reply.

Morgan shook her head as she stepped close to the man and ran her hand along his chest gently, noting that Serana was doing the same to the other guard.

"Tell you what, you let us in, and we can give you something you will enjoy." Morgan purred, her fingers now trailing the mans throat, feeling his pulse rate triple at her touch.

"Yeah...let them in." the guard said in a stammer of excitement.

"Thank you." Morgan said as she pulled away and walked through the gates, Serana right alongside her.

The moment they closed the gates behind them and were within the walls of Riften itself, they simultaneously burst out laughing.

"Oh you are SO cruel." Serana muttered.