Part 2 - Sheogorath and the Planewalker (Sequel)

Part 3 - The Visit and Startling News

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Deirdre stares up at the ceiling sleepless. It was little wonder why she couldn't fall asleep, she'd just found out she was the daughter of a Planewalker and niece of a Jarl. It didn't help that she was nauseous either, not that she didn't have much of an appetite lately. Food just... didn't smell good. It made the situation worse. She had requested to leave immediately after the Jarl explained things to her, but he'd have none of it. He let her use what apparently was her old room and Mel got a guest room. Fear kept her from going through the stuff in her room, but finally curiosity got the better of her.
Stepping softly over to the desk she sat down. She realized how much she missed Sheogorath and touched the necklace around her neck. Deciding to activate it, she closed her eyes. Sheogorath's voice came into her mind.

"Well if it isn't my beloved Deirdre! How's the search going? I mean that's what you're doing right? Haskill keeps reminding me it's a quest for your past you're on. Oh, I do love adventure! The unknown, the possibilities, the dangers! Yes, the dangers are the best part! "

"Hello to you too my love. Apparently I'm from Windhelm and I'm the Jarl's niece. The Planewalker is my father"

"Well bring him home for supper some time! Invite him and we'll have a celebration! Does he have a lot of meat on him? I love it when they crisp up a bit while roasting" Sheogorath's voice trailed off darkly.

"I'd prefer you not eat him."

"That's all they're good for, those Planewalkers! Have you ever seen them? Nosey things, horrible things, horribly nosey things!" The Daedra exclaimed

"So you'd sooner see me dead than a Planewalker?" Deirdre said flatly, hurt clearly in her voice.

"No...I mean NO! You're my beloved, You're the stars to my evening. The flowers to my morning. Have you ever noticed how clouds don't smell bad? They taste of butter... and tears. Tears I've shed because of you, or from you, or for you... whatever. I just don't know where the butter fits in, but everything is better with butter"

"The enchantment is starting to fade. I'll need to find a soul gem somewhere and recharge it. I love you"

Dawn brought the sun's gentle rays through the open window, waking Deirdre. She stretched and felt a certain dread about going down the stairs for breakfast. Standing to her feet she found herself wishing she hadn't. Immediately she vomited, and wished she had stayed home in the Shivering Isles with Sheogorath. She knew these people were family. Yes, these complete strangers were her family. She should know them well, but even their faces were unfamiliar to her, as if she'd never met them before.

Descending down the stairs to the main room, she brought the Wabbajack as a walking stick. It made her feel safe. Wondering if her father would recognize it for what it was, a Daedric artifact, she was pretty sure he would.

"Jaqueline!" Her father exclaimed, bouncing to his feet. His eyes were tearing up again and it was quite apparent that he was exerting tremendous amounts of self control.

"Siggurd, relax. She's here. She's not going anywhere right now and she's safe" Ulfric motioned for his brother to reseat himself at the table.

"Jaqueline? Is that me? My name?" Deirdre puzzled over it

"Jaqueline" Sigurd swallowed hard and nodded. "Jaqueline of the Stormcloak clan. I named you after your Breton mother. We lost her when you were born. You've been my world ever since". He wiped the wetness from his eyes with his hand. He must have seen the blank expression on her face because he added "you really don't remember do you..." it was more statement than question. " do you remember Einar?"