20demayo Chapter 111: Chapter LII: A 'Pleasant' Morning
Chapter 111: Chapter LII: A 'Pleasant' Morning
Chapter 111: Chapter LII: A 'Pleasant' Morning
(Reyvin's pov)
I awaken with a tired yawn.
The meeting yesterday took almost the entire night and I only got a good hour of sleep.
Thankfully I am not quite your usual mortal so I wouldn't have to spend the entire day feeling drowsy.
With a flick of my hand, I levitate myself up from my bed and go to grab my clothes.
Maybe I should soulbind them as well? Nah, that would be way too lazy even for me.
After making sure I looked presentable I make my way toward Sybille's room with a cheerful whistle tune leaving my mouth.
I knock a couple of times and hear a "Come in!" as I enter I can smell paint, and a somewhat disheveled Sybille leaves a different room with her hands stained in said paint.
She notices me staring and looks away for a moment, but then refocuses and gives me a smile "Why good morning Reyvin, here to invite me for a walk I take it?"
I raise an eyebrow and give her a wry smile "Not to be an ass, but you look like you need sleep more than a walk..."
She blinks a couple of times and looks herself over, then sighs "I may have gotten a tiny bit carried away last night..."
"Got a stroke of inspiration?" I ask, genuinely curious.
Once again she looks away for a moment, almost as if uncomfortable, and once again she quickly catches herself "I guess you could say that." She smirks "Now, unless you are here to join me I am going to go and clean myself up."
I shake my head "You go on ahead, I will cook something up."
Her smile brightens and she leaves.
Gooood, soon you too shall be addicted to caffeine... Wait, can vampires even get addicted to anything but blood? Hmmm... definitely something to experiment with in the future.
I get to work and she joins me after a while, now looking like she didn't spend the entire night either listening to Erikur or painting something with her face. We spend a leisurely morning chatting about yesterday's events and making mocking comments about Helm.
The man was a pretty good warrior, but a noble he most assuredly was not.
When I finally got to mention the part where Sheogorath was there she merely gave me a long dry look and pulled out a bottle of something far stronger than coffee.
As I was about to get to the part where I recruited Minthara we heard a knock at the door. And lo and behold there stood Davos looking like I pissed in his morning beer but still managing not to glare at me.
"Davos."
"Boss"
"The less whiny servant."
"B *cough* Miss."
"What was that?" Sybille's eyes narrow.
I raise a placating hand and look at my vassal "What is it Davos?"
He sighs "I have to ask, did you really have to send me back to the cheese merchant's house?" Sybille snorts.
"Why of course I did." I say cheerfully.
Davos takes a deep breath "I literally just sat there the entire night being stared at by the mad god while he raved about drowning the dragons in mozzarella..."
I hold back a laugh "So nothing happened to your charge?"
He nods "Nope, apparently there were some rumors about those who dared annoy 'Uncle Sheo' Word is they all turned up dismembered in random people's beds." as he explains his voice turns more and more dead "And you had me spend the night in that creature's presence..." he narrows his eyes "I can tolerate a lot of shit boss, but this is getting out of hand."
I nod slowly "Understandable. You can take a week off if you like and I swear to explain my reasoning for sending you there sometime soon."
small hold and still have money left over to arm its guards."
I clear my throat forcefully.
He turns to me as if he forgot I was there "Ah yes, little dying peasant girl." He claps his
hands completely ignoring my glare "Lets get to it then."
The two mages take their time looking over Bella, they mutter something between each other
and soon share a nod.
The woman casts some kind of green spell at her, followed by a rose-ish red one, then a blood red circle appears around her hand as she yanks it back forcing black-ish blood to rush out of Bella's mouth in amounts that seemed far above what I consider healthy.
I am about to rush at her, to stop her from whatever she was doing but a hand grabs my shoulder and I turn to see Davos shaking his head "Just be patient kid, they might be completely loony but hey know what they are doing."
I take a deep breath and nod, turning back to the mages just in time to see that damned
flaming bird appear again and both him and his master start casting bright golden healing magic, for a moment I feared he might be hurting her with all that power, but the color returning to her pale skin soon calmed my worries.
After a while the veritable storm of magic stopped and they shared a nod.
The Dunmer, while 'wiping his hands' in satisfaction approached me and started explaining with surprising seriousness "She had a growth in her lungs that kept slowly destroying them. Honestly I am not sure how she survived up to this point."
My thoughts drift to all the times I stole potions from the 'traders' as a small smile forces it's
way onto my face.
He continues "So Sybille had to basically rip it out of her with blood magic while I regenerated her into a state where it would not be a problem again."
I blink at the information, but he gives me no chance to ask questions as he closes in and gives
me a serious look "Now I want you to know that that kind of procedure is usually reserved
only for the nobility."
I gulp, I see where this is going.
He sighs "Now I am not going to force the issue, I just wanted you to know that I did you quite
the service just now, so all I ask is a bit of trust and patience from you." He smiles "That fair?"
I nod dumbly.
He claps his hands "Capital!" and looks at Davos "Can you please get Ingvar to assign her lot
some place to live, tell him I have no problems with paying."
Davos sighs and mumbles "Free week my ass."
"Oh come on, its just a short trip." the mage pouts, actually pouts!
"Yeah, yeah boss." Davos turns to me "Come on kid, lets go get your lot sorted."
Before I can ask about Bella, the Court Mage waves to the guards "Come on lads, help the young lady on her way."
One of the guards gives a shallow bow and speaks with surprising amounts of respect "As you say Flame-tongue." immediately he and his colleague pick Bella up and form up behind us. What did he do to earn such respect from my people? Who is this mer? And most importantly, what in oblivion does he want with me?
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