Fire And Fangs

Chapter 51

Morgan gritted her teeth as the harsh winds assaulted her face the moment she went out the door. She looked down at the remains of the courtyard garden before looking out to sea. Serana and Valerica were standing in the sheltered part of the balcony and were silently watching her, their orange eyes glittering in the gloom that the ruined doorway provided.

"OH....DAH....VIING!"

Her thu'um blasted outwards into the snowy sky and she smiled as a roar responded to her call. It seemed that her second dragon ally had been flying in the vicinity, and when she spotted his massive red body emerge from the low clouds, she could only admire the way that Odahviing could easily ignore the foul weather and make it look as though he wasn't even bothered by it.

She took a step back as he landed on the ruined tower and dipped his head towards her.

"Drem Yol Lok, Dovahkiin," Odahviing rumbled.

"Drem Yol Lok, Odahviing," Morgan replied. "It is good to see you again."

"You have been gone a number of days. The Old One was getting anxious about hearing of your adventures after what your friend told us."

"Lydia been up to see you and Paarthurnax I see?" Morgan grinned.

"Indeed. She is...different than most joor that I meet."

"Is that longing I hear Odahviing?" Morgan teased now, and was rewarded with a plume of hot air being blasted into her face as Odahviing snorted.

"Just paying my respects Dovahkiin," Odahviing said.

"I'm kidding my friend. And to ally your fears, I am fine. As is Serana of course," Morgan added.

"Looking beautiful as ever Odahviing!" Serana yelled cheekily.

Odahviings mouth turned upwards into what looked like a smile before he turned his head back to face Morgan once more.

"You called me?"

Morgan fought the urge to roll her eyes at his change of topic.

"Yes. We need to stop Harkon before anyone else dies. You probably know about the attacks in the towns around Skyrim?"

"I do. And I agree. It is time we shed the blood of our enemies once more Dovahkiin," Odahviing replied, the fire in his eyes brightening a little more.

"But to do this, we need help. Even with your talents," Morgan smiled as she affectionately petted his snout.

"Flattery from someone else would be pointless. But you have shown your worth and your strength. Ask me what you will, and I will do it."

Morgan was tempted to tease him about Lydia, but refrained from doing so. Instead, she retracted her hand and smiled brightly at him, making his eyes narrow. She loved teasing him by employing the 'soft look' that Lydia had always joked about.

"Jarl Elisif knows you and she trusts you as well...although when hearing about your singing a while back, she cannot stop giggling anytime someone mentions it. Anyway, could you travel to Solitude and land on the Blue Palace and ask her for a little help? Even a mage or two could come in handy."

"I will do as you ask. And what will you be doing in the meantime?" Odahviing asked her, watching the door open and now fixating a single eye on Aela and Jordis, who now stood side by side and were fiddling with a few stray buckles on their armour.

"We will be getting ready on the fort across the water. It isn't safe for us to stay here until you or anyone else returns."

"And how will you be getting the extra help Dovahkiin? I do not doubt your resolve, but I doubt even you could travel across Skyrim to gain extra warriors in the battle to come."