20demayo Chapter 93: Chapter XXXIV: The Birds and the Bards
Chapter 93: Chapter XXXIV: The Birds and the Bards
Chapter 93: Chapter XXXIV: The Birds and the Bards
Once again I find myself waking up with a tired groan, though this time the tiredness came from a far more enjoyable source than getting beaten up by an angry Orc librarian.
What was I expecting trying to outlast a creature with theoretically infinite stamina?
I look at Sybille who is quietly snoring with a bit of drool at the edge of her mouth.
Cute, for a bloodsucking monstrosity that is.
Better leave her alone, I don't want to get accidentally slapped by a vampire who doesn't like getting up in the morning.
I slowly disentangle myself from her and get up from the bed.
Oof! My poor hips barely survived all that, death by snu snu is definitely not just a myth in this world if my recent experience is anything to go by.
I put on my formal clothes and move to a window and open it wide to let in some fresh air, but he moment I do so the window slams shut, pushed by a sudden and precise wave of Magicka.
I slowly turn to see a very pissed looking Sybille glaring at me "Really Reyvin?"
"What?" No seriously, what?
She blinks "What gave you the idea I would enjoy getting woken up by the morning sun?" "Oh." I say dumbly.
She groans and covers herself again, but after a moment sighs and gets up "Ugh, now I can't even go back to sleep." She glares at me but there is no heat behind it "You have to make it up for me."
"How about some coffee?" I ask quickly, ready to spread the belief of the one true drink.
"I think you know I prefer a different kind of drink." She licks her lips.
I frown "No."
She pouts "Fiiiineee, I guess coffee will do." and flops back onto the bed.
With a quiet chuckle I leave to cook some up while she gets dressed.
We spend the early morning talking about insignificant things, pointedly avoiding the topic of Meridia, as neither wanted to ruin the other's day by mentioning the cheating bitch.
As we finish discussing the finer points of annoying the nobility I decide it is time to ask the question "So..."
She seems to pick up my intention immediately and smirks "So?"
I guess there is no need to beat between the bush "Was last night merely just the reward or did you wish for something more?"
She giggles into her hand "Oh Reyvin have you already fallen so deeply for my charms?"
I let out an amused breath "I have barely gotten to know you, did I give the impression of a young mer thinking with his loins?"
"How very mature of you." She coos, practically radiating amusement "I guess you will just have to impress me again if you want to find out."
"Right." I roll my eyes at her antics.
She gets up from her seat "Well as lovely as talking to you is dear I am afraid we both have work to do and it wouldn't do for the plebeians to start rumors."
I go to respond to her comment but she approaches me with that unnatural vampiric speed and gives me a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing in an instant, likely to her own room, leaving me to my own thoughts.
Before my hormones can make me act like a horny teenager again I focus my thoughts on more important matters.
The fight against the bonemen and vampires on Mount Kilkreath went exceptionally easily when compared to all my expectations, but I was channeling a Daedra's blessing at the time so I shouldn't expect a repeat of such an overwhelming victory anytime soon.
Advancing my solar magic was obviously a must, thankfully I was already quite far on that road seeing as I did spend the last four days writing down scrolls on the topic.
Speaking of solar things... I really should check up on Scorch now that he got the time to rest up. I quickly cast the conjuration spell and summon him.
No longer looking as drowsy as yesterday he takes a majestic pose and stares at me.
"You doing alright there boy?" I ask.
He tilts his head and much to my surprise I hear him speak in a melodic and chirpy voice "Since when do you speak bird pops?"
I blink slowly and then burst out laughing, Scorch just stares at me in confusion and I quickly calm down while wiping away a tear.
I smirk at him "I am sorry to tell you this Scorch, but we aren't speaking bird, we are speaking
elf."
He seems stunned and falls over as if shot "No! I have been touched by your degenerate ways!"
*Snrk* "Don't worry my boy, you will get over it."
our best to discover the limits of what this new branch of magic can do." I say placatingly, and
quickly add "Maybe then you will stop crying like a little girl every time something doesn't go
your way."
Instead of exploding this time he merely nods, exchanging his self-doubt with the confidence
he had when he asked to join me "You are right, I should fight on. No great hero is born
without hardship."
"Not to stop your little hype-up" I say fully intending to stop his little hype-up "But I have
no intention of teaching you so you can be a hero."
"What?" He blinks.
Once again I adopt a stern expression "Heroes are those who sacrifice themselves for others
and I will not have my time wasted by suicidal fools."
He rolls his eyes "You know what I meant."
"No." I lie "No I do not."
"I just want the glory." He huffs "What is the point of earning glory if I die, yes?"
I let out a satisfied chuckle "Much better, now let's get moving. I don't have all day."
We walked to the palace and I forced Marco to spend his entire pool of Magicka ten times over while almost force-feeding him potions to keep him going.
Davos joined us halfway through to continue his own training in pyromancy, but spent most
of his time mocking Marco due to his situation.
Well until I started throwing undercharged lightning bolts at him every time he interrupted
us that is.
We found out that bardic spells work best for illusion magic, especially with sound based illusions as expected, and much to my surprise with an odd mix of wind magic and telekinesis, creating some kind of sound blast.
Naturally, I had to guide most of the spells myself as Marco wasn't capable of anything above
novice magic so we found ourselves in the awkward position of my hands always hovering above his own in an attempt to accomplish anything.
And it did, I got a nice soundblast to the face, but it was nothing compared to what I experienced with Meridia so I survived.
As I was attempting to guide Marco into casting a muffle spell I heard an amused cough
behind me and stopped what I was doing. There in all her smugness stood a very bemused
Sybille who wasted no time in asking "Not even a day after our rendezvous and you are already seeking greener pastures Reyvin?"
Yeah I don't have the nerves for this after dealing with Marco's constant whining, because of
course his determination lasted only until we actually started working on magic, and immediately say "I will share my discoveries with you if you never again insinuate what you
were about to say."
Her smile is brighter than the sun "Deal." the smile drops slightly as she says "Old Firebeard
wanted us to meet with the legionaries in advance so we can 'connect' with our comrades as he said, the meeting is supposed to be starting soon." "Lovely." I say in a dry voice "And you couldn't have informed me of this sooner?" "Oh I would have..." She stares at me in irritation "Had your bird friend not been pestering me
at why I flinch at his 'majestic' presence for an entire hour and calling me all manner of
uncouth names."
I wipe a proud tear from my eye "That's my boy."
Bippity boppity bone, you must now give me your stone.
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