The glare I level at you forces you to crumble and cower, looking down at your bloodied boots. I blink and my eyes fade back do the dull red, green combo. When I begin to walk away, both you and Aela attempt to stop me.
"WHAT!!!! What the fuck do you want now!?"
You both look surprised. You sputter for an answer when Aela beats you to it.
"What the hell was that? You... pulled the dragon from the skies. Its head exploded! Explain."
The growl that comes from my chest before my answer causes you to grab Aela's arm and tug her somewhat behind you. When I turn to face Aela your heart skips. My eyes back to their cursed state.
"I... don't need to explain anything to you... mutt. Leave... me... alone... and you, dear sister... next time you feel the need to flaunt your... grrr don't expect my arrow to miss. Get off my land. "
I wave my hand and a deep purple portal appears; I glare back one last time before walking through.
Six months pass before I get a note. Mail from Aela. Begging for help. I sigh burning the letter in rage. Whiterun. I start packing my bags. Potions, arrows, my bow, blood potions. I check over everything one last time before setting out.
When I get to the city the guards block my entry due to the excess of dragons. So, I wait. I hear your grunt, then Aela's voice. The guards open the doors for you as you walk up greeting you like a hero. I scowl.
"Sister. "
You see me in my pitch-black cloak. You slightly grin, though hood covers most of your face. You run up and pull me into a hug that I don't return.
"Uhmm... good God... I'm...let's talk in my home."
Shrugging I follow you, sneering at the guards. We enter your small home and you set your equipment down. I look over your displays seeing nothing too rare or expensive. Not until I see a staff. I recognize it immediately. Wabbajack. I snort and look away. You and Aela start cooking a stew before sitting down.
"Sit, sit... we...need to talk. "
Sitting in the only open chair I growl.
"You dared to send me a letter begging for help. Dared after everything you did... both of you did. Why shouldn't I just up and leave right fucking now. "
You raise your hand stopping Aela from rising.
"Because... Blackreach."
The hood on my cloak falls back and you see my cursed eyes looking back.
"It's permanent?... Aela broke my concentration."
Leaning back, I sigh running my hands through my hair.
"What's in that cursed place that you could..."
My eyes flash up to yours as you remove your hood. I shake my head no.
"Yes... Richard...I... need your help." Your eyes cast down, showing what looks like burns upon your cheek and neck.
I sigh.
"Fine... but...this is very...very serious. I am helping you. Not Aela. If she gets injured I'm not saving her. I'm not wasting my time or magic to help. Understand? Blackreach is extraordinarily dangerous."
You both look at each other before you glare at Aela making me raise an eyebrow. You look back to me before nodding.
"We already have..."
I interrupt.
"No. We're not going through that stupid ruin... I... am going to move us there myself."
You both look oddly at me. A pause only broken by the bubbling of the stew.
"Oh!... uhmm... you should remember this... it's our father's recipe. "
I gladly take a bowl and blow on it gently waiting for everyone to have their food before eating.
