- Joined
- Feb 5, 2012
Off they went, women in stride free from the mess they'd left behind. It was someone else's problem, now. Aela led the way easily, pointing out landmarks and recognizable trees or fences to explain how she knew where to go. She was happy to teach Serana how to navigate better, but the day was spent without too many personal subjects. They just weren't close enough yet to inquire about such things; vague, at best. Aela explained how she'd come into the Companions: her mother died when she was young, and her father had joined them shortly after. She followed his footsteps. Serana talked a little about what she'd done since emerging from the cave her mother had sealed her in, but as for why Aela did not press further, nor did she inquire more about the ritual and the elder scroll. Aela couldn't get too close; she cared enough to assist the vampire's journey home but that had to be it. Vengeance for Skjor, and the demise of the Silver Hand, was her forefront thought. The journey was largely uneventful; in daylight the wilderness was mostly peaceful. In the distance to the left as they approached Whiterun, Aela pointed out an extremely large trail of smoke emerging from a lifted ridge. It was a giant's camp, and Aela warned that they'd have to stay away from them. They could pass by, as long as they didn't get too close. Giants kept to themselves, and their mammoths, for the most part but if threatened it would be a battle far more difficult than a few Dawnguard. Those clubs came down hard. By the time they reached the surrounding barrier of the city, it was approaching midnight.
Guards stood at the gate, but as Aela approached, they stepped aside quickly. "Welcome home, Companion," said the right male, while the left female gave a friendly nod and smile, before squinting to Aela's companion. It was a curious gaze, but since the woman was with Aela, she wouldn't question the stranger's presence. "Any trouble?" The Huntress asked, to which the female guard laughed.
"Brenuin stole some ale from The Bannered Mare; he's in a cell for tonight. I'd bet he's happy for it - least he's got a bed for the day. He'll be back to begging tomorrow. Hulda didn't care to press charges this time."
So, nothing exciting - good to know. Aela thanked them both quietly before they opened the doors to allow the women passage into the city. Well, what had been a city. Whiterun had once been bigger than Solitude, but now? It was less than Riften - population wise, that is. At least they had morals here, and didn't house the Thieves Guild. Just werewolves, disguised as Companions. Aela waved her wrist, indicating Serana should follow. Up from the Plains District into the Wind District. Only one other building matched Jorrvaskr; the temple of Kynareth to the opposite side. Similar size, varied structure. One was a place of worship, the other larger and spread out. As Aela approached the grand double door entrance, she looked to Serana.
"Remember two things: my gift is secret. Yours is obvious, but as long as you are beside me, you will be safe, anywhere in the Hold. And second?"
Aela turned from the vampire, to place her hand on the wood preparing to open it.
"Do not say you bested me in the woods. The boys will not let me live it down."
Aela pushed, ignoring the fact she gave Serana the ammunition to make up for all the condescending, albeit taunting, insults the Huntress had thought of in the last day.
Guards stood at the gate, but as Aela approached, they stepped aside quickly. "Welcome home, Companion," said the right male, while the left female gave a friendly nod and smile, before squinting to Aela's companion. It was a curious gaze, but since the woman was with Aela, she wouldn't question the stranger's presence. "Any trouble?" The Huntress asked, to which the female guard laughed.
"Brenuin stole some ale from The Bannered Mare; he's in a cell for tonight. I'd bet he's happy for it - least he's got a bed for the day. He'll be back to begging tomorrow. Hulda didn't care to press charges this time."
So, nothing exciting - good to know. Aela thanked them both quietly before they opened the doors to allow the women passage into the city. Well, what had been a city. Whiterun had once been bigger than Solitude, but now? It was less than Riften - population wise, that is. At least they had morals here, and didn't house the Thieves Guild. Just werewolves, disguised as Companions. Aela waved her wrist, indicating Serana should follow. Up from the Plains District into the Wind District. Only one other building matched Jorrvaskr; the temple of Kynareth to the opposite side. Similar size, varied structure. One was a place of worship, the other larger and spread out. As Aela approached the grand double door entrance, she looked to Serana.
"Remember two things: my gift is secret. Yours is obvious, but as long as you are beside me, you will be safe, anywhere in the Hold. And second?"
Aela turned from the vampire, to place her hand on the wood preparing to open it.
"Do not say you bested me in the woods. The boys will not let me live it down."
Aela pushed, ignoring the fact she gave Serana the ammunition to make up for all the condescending, albeit taunting, insults the Huntress had thought of in the last day.