The Adventures Of Fjord

YOU WHAT?!

Fjord did not question Alduin's request, walking off toward Riverwood to get the potion. It was currently about midday, and Fjord was surprised that this whole thing lasted less than a week. He never had a chance to appreciate the beauty of his surroundings until now, really. A gentle breeze was blowing across his fur, bringing him the scent of flowers and dragon blood. The cobbled stone path he was following into Riverwood had scorch marks all over it, yet on the side of the path, blue mountain flowers and thistles still thrived. As approached the entrance to the town, he saw most of the oak and straw buildings were scorched, and it smelled like ashes here. Now, where might be that store?

Alduin appeared to be strong, sitting on his wings like any other day. Internally, he felt tired, and just done with this whole thing. He didn't want to eat the world, Fjord would surely kill him and what purpose would that serve? His wounds ached, dripping blood onto the soft dirt beneath him. This was just too much to think about right now...

Fjord rubbed his gloved palms together and smiled. He'd hit the jackpot, the general goods store was still mostly intact. He walked up to the door with a smirk on his face, and...

The door was locked. Fjord did not bother to hide his curses. Of course, he always carried lockpicks, but this was not his strong suit. Fjord facepalmed, Miraxsil has taken and wrecked his bag. But not his knife. He got down on one knee, and inserted the tiny blade into the door, jiggling it repeatedly. This was going to take awhile.

Foahdinok looked at Miraxsil's body. She didn't appear to be alive at first glance. They had removed most of the rocks covering her upper body and wings. He still remembered the awful taste of them.

"Are we going to dispose of her body, or just leave it here, Alduin?" Foahdinok turned to face his master.

"Just leave it here. There is no point in burying her, we did that already."

"How do we pay respects then, Thuri?" Alduin thought for a moment, carefully considering his answer.

"You do not need to pay respects. I do, and will do so in my own way. Do not inquire further."

Did he really need to be so... snappish?

Meanwhile, with Tilpaar and Paarthurnax...

Tilpaar sat next to the elder Dovah awkwardly. This was possibly the most boring situation she'd been in, and she was friends with Foahdinok.

"Do you do anything for fun?"

"Do not interrupt my meditation, Tilpaar."

"Why do you meditate?'

"Do not indulge my weakness for speech."

Tilpaar turned toward Foahdinok, and mimed their conversation. The frost dragon let out a particularly loud snort, making Paarthurnax turn his head, and glare at him.

"Silence, Foahdinok." He then went back to meditating, leaving behind two bored Dovah.

"OH COME ON!" The little shiv he'd had snapped, and the door still wasn't open. Fjord huffed angrily, and decided to shout the door. What harm could that do?

"Fus, Ro Da!" The door clattered off its hinges, falling inside the shop. Fjord facepalmed. Why hadn't he thought of that first? He stepped through the entryway, finding the shop was still fully stocked. After grabbing two large healing potions off the shelf, he noticed a sweet roll. A medium pastry with frosting on the top. He grabbed it and started eating it on his way out of the shop.

"Mm. Damn, this tastes nice."

When Alduin saw Fjord walking towards him, he almost sighed in relief. The Dovahkiin had sure taken his sweet time getting that potion, almost an hour. He growled with impatience as Fjord approached, couldn't mortals go faster?

"Dovahkiin. Would it kill you to... WALK FASTER." Fjord nodded, and made a point of taking forever to get there. When he finally arrived next to the World-Eater, Alduin growled, and lowered his head to Fjord.

"Potion. Now." Fjord chuckled, and poured some of the pale red liquid on his horns and face, seeing it drip of of Alduin's horns. He gradually moved along his body, treating the wounds he could reach.

"Alduin, there's a few wounds on your back I can't reach. Can I climb on your back?" Alduin snorted.

"When I asked to be healed, Dovahkiin, I wanted you to heal me fully. So yes, mount me." Fjord snickered, and climbed onto the World-Eater's back, pouring the rest of the potion on his wounds. His back spike would remain broken forever, regrettably.

"Why did you laugh when you mounted me, Dovahkiin?" Fjord straight up giggled this time, sliding off of Alduin's back.

"Inside joke. Now, what we should we do now, you're healed. Are you going to eat the world now?"

"No, Dovahkiin. I am fated to die should I attempt this. I am... unsure of where to go, and what to do." Fjord was surprised. What would they do, now that Miraxsil was dealt with?

"I suppose Paarthurnax would go back to the Greybeards, Tilpaar and Foahdinok would stick together... Hey, maybe you could go back to your cave... Or do whatever you want. I'm not stopping you. Maybe since I don't really have a home, I could camp near you guys."

"Hey Tilpaar, Foahdinok!" The two juveniles walked to Fjord, their wings slipping awkwardly on the soft earth.

"What, Fjord?" The frost dragon slipped slightly, followed by a muffled laugh by Tilpaar.

"What're you guys going to do now?"

"I think I'll take Tilpaar back to my cave. Why might you ask?"

"I plan on camping near Alduin's cave." The Khajiit crossed his arms, waiting for their reaction.

"YOU WHAT?!" Foahdinok roared.