Post by Alarice Frozen-Heart . on Jan 5, 2013 8:34:42 GMT -8
Curiosity makes you smart
The days were cold and the nights were freezing. Alarice being a Nord had no problems with the cold. Actually she adores the chilly weather. The days were short and the nights were long. The sun was hiding behind a thick batch of clouds. It's still light outside and Alarice was waiting for it to get dark. She was sitting at the main dinner table that was in the middle of the Jorrvaskr. The room is warm as the fireplace was on. Alarice was leaning back in her seat and simply staring at her daedric dagger. She had spent around twenty minutes cleaning it thoroughly. Now that she was done cleaning it she noticed it's still not getting dark outside. A sigh escaped her as she leaned forward. The dinner table was filled with snacks as usual.
Alarice reached out and grabbed a sweet roll. Alarice wondered how they made these. Of course she has seen her mother bake sweet rolls but it's not like these. Alarice can't say that her mother's sweet rolls tastes lesser, but there is something about these sweet rolls. Maybe they have more sugar? Alarice didn't know but they sure taste amazing. She bit a piece off and slowly ate it, enjoying the sweet taste. The others were either downstairs or out on some kind of mission. Jorrvaskr was pretty quiet today. Is there so much to do? Alarice would like a side job too, that way she can earn some money. Since there was no one here she took advantage of the moment to lick her fingers. 'No more sweet rolls for me.' She thought as she got up. She placed her dagger back in it's place as she stood up.
She walked towards the nearest window, she peeked outside and wondered if she should go talk to Fjoldir or not. A day before she went out to investigate something with Tedril, she heard that Fjoldir had been near a dragon. Alarice has heard and seen a dragon fly by but she has never faced off a dragon. Up to a few years ago dragons were nothing more than myths but they are suddenly coming back to life. It's still a mystery to most, Alarice just thinks that some flew to some other country overseas or so and now they are coming back. Hearing footsteps she turned to see who was walking up the stairs. It was Tilma the Haggard. Alarice smiled towards the elder woman, the woman smiling back. Tilma started to clean up the empty plates. Alarice continued to stare outside at the sky, it was as if she was expecting a dragon to fly by. She has heard a lot of stories that the dragons are fierce and kill a lot of people. But Fjoldir survived! So there has to be a way to bring one down or at least survive it.
She was curious to heart the guard's experience. She doesn't really know him well, but that isn't keeping her from approaching him. 'It has to be about time right now.' She thought as she noticed the shadadow of the wall outside. She walked out of the building and headed towards Dragonsearch. Dragonsreach is just a few steps away. She walked up the stairs, when she reached Dragonsearch she noticed that Fjoldir wasn't standing there. She asked the guard that was standing at the entrance for Fjoldir. The guard eyed Alarice for a moment a grin on his lips. 'Definitely not what I meant...' She thought looking at the guy's expressions. Why can a woman never ask for me? The man said as he walked towards the back to where Fjoldir would be. Hey! Jordy! A girl wants to talk to you! The guard shouted. He stopped halfway and turned towards Alarice telling her to visit him next time.
Alarice simply nodded to him and then walked towards Fjoldir. It's been some time.
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