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Misty gave a frustrated huff as she finished the questline to make Ulfric Stormcloak the High King, frowning at the way he spoke to her character. Like the Dunmer woman didn't just risk her entire race, not to mention her life, to make him the king. She clicked her tongue as he spoke, knowing that she wouldn't get much from him just from the superior tone of his voice. "Can't you be a little happier with my character, you horse's ass?" she growled at the screen. When she couldn't take anymore condesendence, Misty quit, sending the game back to the main menu.

"That's it. I'm going to make myself the High King and Ulfric and Tullius can kiss my Khajiit ass," she pressed the controller's left stick down, going to the mods to turn on the "Become High King Of Skyrim" mod, "maybe I'll be an Argonian this time, instead. That'll really send their heads rolling. Well, maybe not Tullius as much, but an Argonian as High King." She laughed at her own cruelty, "the nords would fucking flip." She glanced over the mods, turning some off and others on before smiling at the follower mods she had turned on. "Alright, boys. Ready to play?" She couldn't keep the grin off her face. One of her friends, jokingly, called all the followers she kept in one place (using the AFT mod) her harem. Admittedly, she wasn't wrong. She had followed them, with her viewpoint, moving around in Skyfall Estates countless times, Mmming at the mere sight of tall, strapping, sexy, masculine men wandering around her mod house. She had even blushed in real life when the follower Hawke flirted with her character. The creator of him really did do a great job. Sexy and flirty. Sign me the fuck up, she thought, finishing with her mods before exiting to the main menu. She took a long drink from her energy drink, licking the remnants from her lips as the main menu came up. "Alright. Let's do this," she said, hitting "A" and moving down to "New Game". She pushed the "A" again and frowned when the screen went black and the sound cut out.

"Goddamnit," she growled, thinking that the game had crashed as she tossed the controller onto the couch and stood. She went to the console and knelt down in front of it, reaching out to press eject before the screen lit up. She blinked, looking at the white with narrowed eyes as the scene of Riften came into focus.

She raised her eyebrow, thinking if she had turned on the "Alternate Start - Live Another Life" mod and if starting off in Riften was one of the options. She frowned and shook her head when she remembered that Riften was clear on the other side of the mountain, from where Helgen was. Meaning that, unless she had already fast traveled there, she wouldn't be in Riften and since she had started an new game, there was no way she would be starting there at all...unless she was starting as a new member of the thieves guild. She furrowed her brow as she looked up at the screen, "I haven't even chosen my character yet, let alone one of the options," she said to the scene as it panned down toward the Ratway, "and I didn't even turn that mod on this time."



The scene appears above the center of the pool in front of the Ragged Flagon, where the higher up thieves are standing, talking about how they're going to get the guild back on top. Misty blinks at the screen as she leans up, narrowing her eyes at the blonde man sitting at the far end of the dock in a chair at a small table with a flagon in his hand. He casually glanced toward the group argueing about the best way to proceed before turning back to his drink, as if bored.

"Wait.... is that.... Hawke?" she asked herself as she leaned closer to the screen, "they look so reh!...." She gave a yelp as she lost her balance, saying a quick prayer that her fall won't break her new TV before falling forward. She closed her eyes, not being able to stand what would happen only to slowly open her eyes at feeling nothing. Her eyes widened when she realized that the pool was getting closer and, if her memory was right, it wasn't that deep. She gave a loud holler as she pulled her knees up to her chest and covered her head with her arms, closing her eyes tight. She gasped at the feel of the cold water hitting her skin, intaking some of the filthy water with her breath as she tread water and coughed. "Holy fuck that's cold!" she hollered, her teeth chattering as she swam to the edge of the pool and pulled herself up onto the walkway. She pulled her knees up, putting her feet on the edge of the pool as she wrapped her arms around herself. "I don't remember it being that deep," she muttered as she fought the shaking of her body.

"Weeeeellllllll, where did you come from, Lass?" a scottish sounding accent stopped her for a second before she slowly turned to look at the members of the thieves guild standing on the bridge, watching her.

Her eyes moved over them, Vex with her frown and long, white blonde hair. Delvin Mallory with his shaved head and cautious stance. Dirge, the bouncer of the Ragged Flagon with his sharp chin and mutton chop side burns. Finally, her eyes moved to Brynjolf as he stood at the forefront of the group, watching her with calculating eyes and a knowing smirk. She took a deep breath and slowly looked back to her knees, shaking her head. "This isn't happening," she muttered, putting her head in her hands as she started to shake again, this time from shock, "I'm actually in Skyrim. This can't be happening."



"I'd say the fall scrambled somefin in 'er noggin, there," Delvin's deep, gravely britsh accent didn't help to dissuade from what was quickly becoming her reality.



"How in the oblivion did she fall from up there, anyway? There's a grate covering the opening," Vex's sharp voice would have made her wince, if she wasn't trying to convince herself that this was all a dream.



Misty slowly raised her eyes, swallowing as they locked with Hawke's curious gaze across the pool. He gave her a soft smile as he tilted his head slightly, widening her eyes before she dropped her head back down to her knees. Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod, is all she could think, Hawke just smiled at me and I... she blinked, sitting up as she looked at her hands and soaked clothes, "I'm a drown rat," she grumbled as she shook from the cold.

A low chuckle turned her attention to Brynjolf as he knelt beside her, "close, Lass," he said, his smile quickening her heart, "let's get you a blanket and some mead to warm you up. Then you can tell us how you got down here," he said, offering his hand. She looked at him before taking his hand and letting him help her to her feet, thinking how warm and big his hand was.



You know what they say about big hands, her mind giggled at her, forcing her to shake the thought from her head.

She walked beside him, keeping her eyes on the ground as they moved into the seating area of the Flagon. What am I going to tell them? I don't think saying, you're a bunch of video game characters is going to go over well, she thought as she took a seat, thanking Vekel, the bartender, with a nod as she wrapped the blanket tight around herself. She glanced at Vex as the woman moved to sit at the table across from her, frowning with her arms folded over her leather clad chest. Especially with Vex. One thing she had learned from doing the thieves guild quests was that Vex didn't hardly ever impress. She liked doing Delvin's quests better anyway, there was more money in it...and they were easier. A steaming mug of something was placed in front of her and she pulled it toward her, more to warm her hands than anything as Delvin and Brynjolf took their seats around the table. Hawke, Tonilia, Vekel, Dirge and even the face sculptor, Galathil, had moved to sit or stand around her, curious as to where this stranger had come from.



"Alright, Lass. Go ahead whenever you're ready," Brynjolf encouraged, his voice gentle as he leaned on the table and smiled at her.

She swallowed, taking a deep breath and wrinkling her nose at the smell of sewage that overpowered the smell of ale and stale, damp air. She lowered her eyes to the table and gave herself a nod, "well...um... I don't really know how to start," she admitted, glancing up at the three most important people in the guild.

"How about you start with telling us how you fell through a hole that doesn't exist?" Vex asked, leaning forward in her chair as she glared at Misty.

Misty swallowed, we're already off on the wrong foot, she thought.

"Easy, Vex. We want answers, right?" Delvin intervened, making it a little easier to breathe, "an' we can't get them from someone who innit gonna talk, can we?"

Vex's frown deepened, but she leaned back, still glaring at Misty with dark, suspicious eyes.

"That's a love," Delvin said, giving Vex a smirk before turning his attention back to Misty, "well, go ahead."

Misty took another deep breath and shook her head, "you're not going to believe what I tell you," she said, tilting her head as she turned the mug on the table. She glanced up at Brynjolf as he smirked at her.

"Try us."


A few hours later, Misty glanced around at the people gathered around her, worry creasing her brow as they looked at one another, shocked. She swallowed and lowered her eyes to the mug as she turned it on the table, "I told you you wouldn't believe me," she said, getting a snort from across the table.

Vex glared at her as she stood, "you really expect us to believe that you came from a completely different world where none of this exists?" the blonde woman snarled, her dark eyes furious at Misty's comfession.

"Now, Vex. Who are we to say that what she's telling us isn't true?" Brynjolf asked, turning his attention back to Misty with a smile, "perhaps she believes what she's telling us is the truth."

Misty blinked at that and gave him a frown, "I'm telling the truth," she growled, glaring at him, "I have no reason to lie to the thieves guild about anything."

Everyone was silent for a moment, thickening the air as they looked at her. She swallowed and lifted the mug from the table, concentrating all her attention on the cooling dark liquid.

"How do you know we're the thieves guild?" Delvin asked, narrowing his brown eyes at her.

Misty shrugged, keeping her eyes on the mug as she licked her lips, "everyone knows...about the thieves guild and their....problems...." she swallowed, taking a quick drink to keep from answering anything and just as quickly regretting it. She spat the mead back into the mug, coughing and hacking at the bitter sharp taste that followed the warm sweetness.

Brynjolf and Delvin shared a glance as Brynjolf leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed as he stroked his chin in thought, watching the strange woman with curious eyes.
"Whatcha thinkin' Bryn?" Delvin asked, bringing Misty's eyes up to the two as she looked worriedly between them.

"I'm thinkin' that this lass may be the key to the thieves guild getting back on top," Brynjolf said, making Misty's eyes widen.

She shook her head and leaned forward in her chair, "look, I don't know how to even pick a lock, let a lone sneak around and steal things. I can't help you remake a name for the thieves guild," she said, furrowing her brow in frustration.

"Easy enough," he said, getting to his feet, "we'll just have to teach you then, won't we, Lass?"

Misty watched Brynjolf head for the secret entrance to the thieves guild main hall before shaking her head, "I can't do this."

"Aww, don't worry about it much, love. It'll be like stealin' candy from a baby," Delvin said, giving her a smile as he started to eat the sweetroll he ordered.

Misty looked at the table, suddenly wishing that she had spent time really learning Skyrim skills as opposed to playing them. She sighed and pulled the blanket up over her head and held it tight around her, the reality of her situation starting to sink in a little bit. What am I going to do? Should I really learn how to pick a lock? She frowned at her own thought, knowing that it was essential when it came to delving into a ruin. Okay, so I learn to pick locks, but what then? I can't be in the thieves guild. I'm not cut out to be a thief. She glanced up at Delvin as he enjoyed his sweetroll before glancing toward Vex, who had moved to a couple of stacked crates where she leaned back with her arms and ankles crossed. There's the dark brotherhood too, but... she shook her head, I can't really kill people, can I? I mean, I can in the game but for real? She took a deep breath and lowered her head to the table with her arms tucked under her head, the thought starting to make her sick. What am I going to do?

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Misty clicked her tongue when she broke another lockpick, "damnit," she growled, glaring at the lock on the chest in front of her, "this was so much easier in the game."

"You're turning it too hard," Vex's voice was sharp and pointed as she stood over Misty's shoulder like a foreboding shadow, "you need to be smoother with your turning and try not to move the pick as you turn."

Misty sighed and shook her head as she snagged another lockpick from the pile next to her hip, "I'm doing the best I can," she grumbled under her breath as she tried again.

"Excuse me?" Vex growled, getting another sigh from Misty as the woman turned enough to glare at her.

"I'm doing the best I can. It wouldn't kill you to talk to me like I'm a fucking person, you know," Misty said, turning back to the lock.

"I don't know about you, but this is a way of life, what you're learning, and if you think I'm going to be easy on you because you're Brunjolf's little project, then you best rethink and grow up. I didn't want to teach you, but I am because Brynjolf and Mercer told me to because I'm the best there is. So stop complaining and stop breaking the lockpicks," Vex growled just as Misty snapped another pick.

"Goddamnit," Misty growled, starting to feel frustrated with herself, "why is this so fucking hard." She leaned forward, putting her hands over her face as she growled into them.

"It's not, you're just not listening to me," Vex snapped, folding her arms over her chest as she narrowed her eyes at the woman sitting on the ground, "you'd make a better maid than a thief." Vex turned and left the room, leaving Misty alone in the storage where Vekel had allowed her to learn.

Misty sighed as she got to her feet and stretched, trying to get the pain from leaning over for too long out of her lower back. She groaned and yawned, wishing that she could tell what time it was as she walked out of the storage room and into the seating area of the Ragged Flagon. She flopped down in a seat across from Delvin, who smirked at her over the rim of his mug.

"Vex givin' ya a hard time?" he asked, getting a sigh from the woman.

"I broke fifteen lockpicks and am no closer to learning how to pick a simple lock, let alone a master lock," she said, putting her forehead against the tabletop as she closed her eyes, "so yeah, she's giving me a hard time."

Delvin chuckled as he put his mug down on the table, "don't worry too much about it, love. Vex is just doing 'er job the best way she knows how."

Misty snorted, lifting her head enough to look at him, "by being a bitch?" she muttered before putting her head back down on the table, "I know this is something I need to learn in order to survive in Skyrim, but she doesn't have to be so rude and mean about it. I'm a fucking novice for Godssake," she said, sitting up and crossing her arms over her chest, "at least I'm trying."

Delvin smiled as her as Vekel appeared beside the table. She blinked in confusion at the tart that he placed in front of her before she looked up at him with narrowed eyes.

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"That man on the end of the dock thought you could use a little cheering up," The barkeep said, nodding toward Hawke as he stared off over the pool and sipped on whatever was in his mug.

Misty glanced at him before looking back down at the tart, her stomach giving a loud growl that turned her cheeks pink. Damn I'm hungry, she thought, giving Vekel a nod, "thank you," she said, looking down at the tart as she swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth. She didn't know how she felt about eating something someone bought her, especially when they didn't know her...even if she knew them. She glanced up at Delvin, who was watching her with amused brown eyes.

"Well..." he said, his gravelly voice expectant as he leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed and nodded toward Hawke, "it'd be rude to not say thank you."

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Misty chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before taking a deep breath and nodding, "okay," she said, her voice a little higher than she meant it to be before she stood. She took the plate with the tart and started toward Hawke, her mind going over what she was going to say to him, only to fly out the window when he turned his head and looked at her with a smile.

Holy fuck why? she thought as her feet stopped her several feet away from him. Just say anything, her brain screamed at her tongue.

His eyes, she knew they were green, glanced at the tart on the plate in her hand before glancing back up at her, "you don't like it?" he asked, his voice thick with that nord accent she knew most people in this world would have.

She blinked, words failing her as she looked down at the tart with her mouth open. God why can't I talk? she thought, snapping her mouth shut before swallowing. Say something you stupid bitch!

"Hi." She mentally facepalmed as he watched her for a few seconds before giving her a half smile that said he found her amusing. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"Would you like to join me?" he asked, motioning to the empty chair across from him.

"Uh huh," she said, nodding too many times before taking a seat. She sat on her hands and stared at the tart with furrowed eyebrows, feeling so nervous that she thought she was going to throw up. She swallowed and chewed on her bottom lip, not knowing what to say to a follower mod. She didn't have the options to talk to him with set dialouge and wondered if he had a set dialouge anyway. No, stupid, why would he? she thought, mentally smacking herself, this is you're reality now so he should talk like a normal person, right? Right.

"Aren't you hungry?" Hawke's voice snapped her out of her jumbled thoughts and brought her attention up to him.

She stared at him for a few seconds, feeling completely lost in the detail of his face tattoos and skin. She almost wanted to reach out and touch his face... and actually did.

He blinked at her, stunned at her suddenly touching his face and trailing her delicate, soft fingers down his cheek and jaw. He looked at her eyes, noting how distant and concentrated they were, like she wasn't paying attention to where she was or what she was doing at the moment. He reached up, gently taking her wrist in his hand as he smiled at her, "you know, most people get to know one another before touching each other's faces," he said, watching as her eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry," She said, putting her hand to her mouth before retreating back to her seat, "I've never done that before it's just..." she shook her head before putting her elbows on the table and putting her face in her hands, "oh god, now you think I'm a weirdo."

Hawke chuckled as he leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable, "strange yes, but not a weirdo," he said, as he lifted his mug from the table, "whatever that is. It sounds unpleasant."

Misty groaned into her hands, "it's the same as strange," she muttered into her hands before lowering them enough to look at him, "I am so sorry I...can't believe I did that. Your skin just looks so..." she paused, not sure if saying real sounded worse than soft or if both of them were about the same. Probably the same, she thought before giving him a nervous grin, "nice?"

Hawke stared at her for a few seconds before laughing and shaking his head, "you're a very strange woman," he said, leaning forward with his arm on the table, "what kind of woman tells a man that his skin is nice?"

Misty lowered her hands to the table before snorting and leaning back in the chair with her arms folded over her chest as she glared at the tart, "it was a compliment you ass. Most women where I'm from would kill for skin like that," she grumbled, picking at the crust of the tart before looking up at Hawke with narrowed eyes.

He grinned at her as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, "in the other world. Your people have strange customs," he said, lifting the mug of ale to his lips as he watched Misty with amused green eyes.

"Not any stranger than here," she said, finally taking the fork from the table and cutting into the tart. She sat up, leaning over the plate as she took a bite of the cold pastry. It might have been that she was hungry, but the sweet, tart taste of blueberries coating her tongue with the soft, buttery taste of the crust was the best thing she had ever eaten. She licked her lips as she swallowed before pointing her fork at Hawke, "and it's just the women that are strange."

He raised his mug toward her as she started to demolish the tart, "I'll drink to that."

"Here here!" Delvin called out from his seat, making Misty roll her eyes.


Several days later, Misty gave an excited shriek as the chest lock clicked open, the lid popping up slightly at being released. "I did it! I did it!" she exclaimed, bouncing happily on the floor like a toddler.

"Yeah, yeah. You did it. Now, all you have to do are those," Vex said, motioning to the chests with harder locks.

Misty gave a huff before getting to her feet, "you really know how to kill a mood, don't ya?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at the blonde thief as she stretched.

"Hey, you're the one that wanted to learn. Now get to work learnin'," Vex said before leaving the room.

Misty gave an annoyed sigh before glancing at the other chests. She growled, scratching at her scalp as she bore her teeth at the chests, "damn it," she growled, looking from one chest to the next. She finally let out a sigh and shook her head as she knelt next to the next chest. "It took me forever to learn how to unlock the first one," she grumbled to herself as she started to pick the lock. *Chink* She snorted at the broken lockpick before sitting down with her legs stretched out around the chest, trying again. *Chink* She gave a frustrated growl as she tossed the broken pick aside and snagged another one. *Chink* Again. Careful. Careful. Care....ful.....*Chink* And again. Easy does....it...*Chink* And....again. *Chink* "GODDAMNIT!" she snarled, throwing the broken lockpick across the room. She fell back on the ground, putting her hands over her eyes as she took several deep breaths. "Fuck my life."

"What's all this then?" Delvin's voice made her sigh as she let her hands drop to her sides.

"Vex is making me do the next level of locks," Misty grumbled, sitting up to look at the man as he stood in the doorway.

"Welp, why don't you take a little break then?" Delvin said, nodding toward the Ragged Flagon, "c'mon. Have a drink. I'm buyin'."

Misty wanted nothing more than to do exactly that, but shook her head, "no thanks, Delvin. I wanna get, at least, one of these done so Vex doesn't give me those glares again," she said, picking up another lockpick and taking a deep breath before slowly trying to turn the lock.

"Aye, suit yourself," he said, disappearing from the doorway and leaving her to it.


Brynjolf walked through the false backed cabinet and out into the Ragged Flagon, looking for the strange woman. He had finally convinced Mercer to talk to her and even give her a trial run job to see what she could do, he just hoped it wasn't something too difficult. From what Vex had told him, the woman knew nothing about lockpicking and even less about pickpocketing. He glanced around the Flagon, hoping, when he didn't see her, that she hadn't decided to leave Riften completely. He stood next to Delvin and tapped the man on the shoulder to get his attention. "Hey, Delvin. Where's the woman?" he asked, getting a nod toward the back storage from the thief.

"She's been in there all day. Said Vex was havein' her do the other chests for practice. Didn't seem too keen on the idea, to be honest," Delvin said, getting a nod from Brynjolf.

"Thanks," he said as he walked into the back storage area. His eyes widened in surprise at the woman kneeling in front of one of the chests, concentrating on what she was doing with her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth. He glanced at the four chests that were already open before watching as she, carefully, unlocked the last one, giving a triumphant fist pump before flipping the lip wide open.

"Damn it. The least she couldda done is put something good in here," she grumbled, blowing a puff of air up her forehead before getting to her feet and stretching. The strange tunic she wore lifted slightly, revealing her pale mid-section and the slight curve of her waist into her hips. Her long redish blonde hair was pulled back in a high ponytail that was held by some strange bit of cloth looking material, barely brushing her mid-back. She turned, giving a loud yip as she jumped back, tripping over the chest and falling over it, onto her ass between the chest and the wall. He couldn't help but smirk as she leaned up, glaring at him between her knees and over the edge of the chest. "You couldn't have said something instead of standing there like a stalker?" she growled, trying to get up and failing, being pinned between the chest and the wall made it difficult to sit up. She gave a frustrated huff before sighing and putting her hand up and out toward him, "a little help please?"

Brynjolf smiled as he walked to stand in front of her, taking her small, soft hand in his before pulling her off the floor and over the chest. She stumbled slightly, but managed to remain on her feet as he held her hand. "Thank you," she said, taking her hand back before looking up at him, "so, what's up?"

"It's time you met someone, Lass," he said, motioning her toward the door, "c'mon, I'll take you to him."

Misty felt her heart beat against her chest as she followed Brynjolf from the back room and through the cabinet with the fake door. She swallowed and licked her lips as he held the door for her, taking her into the main hall of the Thieves guild. Her breath had practically stopped at seeing the massive room, not to mention the man standing in the center of the room. She almost felt like she was treading on sacred ground as she followed Brynjolf across the stone bridge to the leader of the Guild, Mercer Frey. She glanced around the room, mentally naming each person as her eyes fell on them. She felt sorry for a few and angry at others, Sapphire, she growled mentally. Your hard life doesn't mean you should be a bully.

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"So, this is the new recruit that you were talking about?" Mercer asked, glancing over her with narrowed eyes.

She forced herself to keep from swallowing nervously as she stood before the guild master.

"Brynjolf seems to think that you have what it takes to help get the guild back on top," he said, his voice sounding as slimey as he looked, "he also said that you know a great deal more than you let on." Misty suddenly felt like the room was getting smaller as Mercer pinned her with his dark gaze. "Is that true?"

She shrugged, folding her arms over her chest, "maybe," she said, glancing toward the extensively locked room where the guild kept their treasures.

"Hmm. Well, there's only one way to find out if you're worth allowing in the thieves guild and that is...a test...." Mercer said and Misty sighed internally.

"Wait, you can't mean Goldenglow? Even our little Vex couldn't get in there," Brynjolf said, narrowing his eyes at Mercer.

"If she's really as good as you say she is..." Mercer started, only for Misty to cut him off.

"I'll do it," She said, lifting her chin in confidence as Brynjolf gave her a look of surprise.

"Well now. It seems she's more than willing to take the job. Color me impressed," Mercer said, sounding slightly annoyed as he folded his arms over his chest and shifted his weight, "the client wants you to clear out the safe in Goldenglow Estates as well as to teach Aringoth a lesson. He needs to know that doing business with anyone other than Maven Black-briar and the Thieves Guild is bad for business. Understand?"

Misty gave a nod, going over what she was supposed to do when it dawned on her, I don't know how to do magic, she thought, feeling like an idiot as Mercer frowned.

"Maven would like to keep Aringoth alive, but, if things get a little...sticky, he can be replaced," he said, narrowing his eyes at her, "do you understand?"

Misty nodded again and cleared her throat, "completely," she said, her voice a little higher than she intended. Andraste's white knickers.

Mercer gave a nod before glancing at Brynjolf, "if anything goes wrong, Brynjolf, the consequences are on your head."

Brynjolf nodded as Mercer turned, leaving the two alone in the center of the room. He gave a heavy sigh and rubbed the back of his head as he closed his eyes, "honestly, Lass, I didn't think Mercer would give you a job like Goldenglow right off. I wasn't expecting it, but you should do your best," he looked at her as his arm dropped to his side, "if things get too hairy, get out of there as quickly as possible. Oh and see Tonilia for some armor. We can't have you going on your first job dressed like that, can we?"

Misty gave a nod, not really paying attention as she stared at a spot on the damp stone.

"Lass?" Brynjolf asked, leaning forward to get her attention, "are you alright?"

Misty blinked back into herself and sighed, "uh, not really but I'll figure something out," she said, looking at him with a small smile, "so, I've gotta get the armor, do the Goldenglow quest and bring back the stuff I find in the safe. Sounds easy enough."

"Don't be too hasty, Lass. Mistakes could get you killed, or worse," Brynjolf said, getting a nod from the strange woman before she turned and headed back to the Ragged Flagon.

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She gave Tonilia as smile as she held her arms out, getting a few pieces of armor slapped into her embrace as the redguard woman frowned.

"If you lose or sell any of this and want replacements, tough. You only get one set for free," Tonilia said, narrowing her dark brown eyes at Misty, "so put it to good use and don't lose any of it."



Misty nodded, "I gotcha," she said, furrowing her brow at how heavy the armor actually was, "don't you have anything lighter?"

Tonilia paused, looking at her with disbelieving eyes, "this is light armor," she said, making Misty duck her head and blush.

"Oh," she muttered, sighing as Tonilia placed a set of boots on the top.

"There. Now you have a set of armor. Take care of it," Tonilia said as she moved away from the crates to take a seat at the bar.

Misty sighed again as she carried the heavier than it looks armor to Hawke's table and dropped it on the tabletop, "damn this shit's heavy," she growled, lifting the boots from the table as she took a seat, "and nobody knows what socks are."

Hawke lifted the curass from the table and tilted his head as he looked it over, "where're you headed that you need armor?" he asked, his eyes moving to watch Misty struggle to pull the boots up her legs.

"I got the Goldenglow Estate job and need to sneak in there, which I'm not good at. Unlock the safe in the bottom of the house, which I suck at. And, finally, light three of the beehives on fire, and I don't know any magic," she said, pulling the second boot on with a rough jerk.

"Why set three beehives on fire?" Hawke asked, setting the curass down on the table.

"I don't know. To prove a point, I guess. It would be stupid to light the whole place up if the Guild wants to make money off of it," she said, getting to her feet and hopping up and down to test out the boots, "not bad. Still wish I had socks though." She picked up the curass, frowning at the weight as she gave a great sigh and shook her head, "do I need to take my shirt off or leave it on to wear this?"

Hawke blinked at her before leaning back in his chair with a smirk and his legs crossed, "I would keep the clothing on but, if you insist on undressing, I'm not going to stop you," he said, grinning at the glare the woman shot at him.

"You're not cute," she growled, putting her arms into the curass, "now, help me get this damn thing on."

Hawke sighed as he stood, lifting the curass above her head as she tried to wiggle into it. She let out a breath of relief when her head popped out the top, breathing like she had just run laps around the rift.

"Well *huff huff* that was *huff* fun," she said between breaths as she flopped down in the chair. She frowned at how tight it was around her stomach and chest and leaned from side to side to try and get it to sit better on her, "damn it's tight."

"Maybe you need to lose a few pounds, hmm?" Hawke said as he took a seat across from her.

Misty narrowed her eyes at that gorgeous face, "maybe you people need to eat more," she growled, waving away his Olde Time logic of everyone needs to work to eat, "shuddup. I don't wanna hear it. I know not everyone gets a hot meal all the time. I get it."

Hawke just gave her a pleasant smile as he raised his mug toward her in salute before taking a long drink, "so, you're going to do this alone?" he asked, getting a raised eyebrow from the woman as she tried to put the bracers on her arms. 

"Are you volunteering to come with me?" she asked, frowning at how loose the bracers were.

He sighed, leaning forward as he motioned for her to hold her arm out toward him, "only if you want me to. I, honestly, have nothing else to do, anyway, and you don't even know how to put armor on properly," he said, tightening the straps of the bracer before helping her put the other one on. Misty swallowed past the driness in her mouth as she studied Hawke's face while he helped her with her bracers. The creator did a fantastic job on him. Like, Mmm and oh my god, she thought as he turned his glowing green gem eyes up to her. "Stand up so I can help you get your shin and knee guards on," he said, lifting the hard leather guards from the table.

Misty nodded and stood in front of the follower mod, blinking in confusion at the frown he gave her, "what?"

"I'm not going to bite. Come a little closer so I'm not stretching too far," he said, taking hold of the bottom of her curass and pulling her forward a couple of steps, putting her between his knees as he patted the edge of the seat of his chair, "c'mon. Put your foot up here."

Misty swallowed as she lifted her foot to set on the very edge of the chair. She had to stifle a yelp of surprise as he grabbed her ankle and practically tucked her foot under his groin. Thank god I'm wearing boots, she thought as he put the shin gaurd against her leg and tightened it around her calf.

"It's not too tight, is it?" he asked, his large hand against the back of her calf was warm, almost hot through her pants leg and made her glad for the clothing between his hand and her skin.



"It's fine," she said, clearing her throat when her voice was a little too high, "fine. Um, thanks, Hawke. I appreciate it." She removed her foot from the chair, replacing it with the other one for him to armor.

"No need for thanks, just let me go with you so you don't end up dead in the waterways around Goldenglow," he said, smiling up at her as he gave her calf a gentle slap, "now, let's see you get the knee guards on."

Misty sighed and gave him a mock pout as she took them from his hand, "I was hoping you would do that for me," she whined, smiling at him as he rolled his eyes.

"Just put them on," he said, watching her carefully as she tightened them.


Misty and Hawke stepped out of the Ratway into the light of day with a sigh of relief, after having to fight their way to the exit, the damp, musky air of Riften was a welcome change. Hawke followed Misty up the wooden steps that lead into the town.

"So, what're we going to do first?" Hawke asked, glancing at the Honorhall Orphanage as they walked past it.

"First, we go to jail. Go directly to jail. We do not pass go. We do not collect two hundred dollars," Misty said, giving Hawke's confused eyebrow raise a laugh, "nevermind."

"What's two hundred dollars and why are we not collecting it?" Hawke asked, leaning forward slightly to look at her as they walked up the steps of Mistveil Keep.

"A dollar is like one gold in my world, except worth less and not as shiney. Nor does it make that nice clinking sound that I sorta like," she said, grinning at the thought of getting some gold. She frowned as they entered the jail, "or I will once we get some."

"We?" he asked, a small smile tracing his lips as they rounded the corner.

"Of course we. I don't mind splitting whatever gold or treasures and trinkets we get. People who do some of the work get some of the loot," she said with a shrug, "it just makes sense to me."

"Hey, you aren't suppose to be down here," the guard sitting in a chair by the door said, his thick nordic accent almost making it difficult for her to understand him.

"I know but I was hoping you could be...persuaded to let us in. There's someone I've really gotta talk to," she said, putting her hands together in front of her face in a pleading mannor.

Hawke gave her behavior a raised eyebrow as he smiled and leaned back against the wall with his arms and ankles crossed.

"I don't care. No one is allowed down here," the guard persisted.

Misty clicked her tongue before narrowing her eyes at him. She ran her tongue over her teeth as she folded her arms over her chest and checked over her fingernails, "how about you let me in, no questions asked, and I don't tell Jarl Laila that you've been helping smuggle skooma into Riften and giving it to the argonians," she said, looking at the guard with a meaningless smile.

"What? That's not true," he said, his voice sounding panicked.

"That's not what I'm going to tell her," she said, leaning forward to smile at him, "now, are you going to let me through, or..."

"Alright, alright. Keep your trousers on," he said, unlocking the door and pushing it open, "don't cause trouble."

Misty gave him a nod as she walked through the doors with Hawke in tow.

"That was....interesting," Hawke said, giving her a smile, "I didn't know you could convince people so easily."

Misty shrugged, "I guess my speech is up super high," she said, smiling at her own reference as Hawke gave her a raised eyebrow.

"I'm starting to worry about you a little bit," he said, rubbing the back of his head as she walked into the guard's resting area and flipped the broken strongbox's lid open.

Hawke's head snapped around to look around for any guards, "what are you doing? What if one of the guards catch you?"

Misty rolled her eyes as she dug the key out of the strong box and held it up for him to see, "calm down, Hawke. The guy we're getting out today asked to be put in his cell.

Long story short, he killed someone and felt guilty so he came here to...make amends, so to speak," she said, walking past Hawke and giving his shoulder a playful slap, "c'mon, Hawke. Let's go get my best friend."



Hawke followed her down the line of cells to one where a blue colored khajiit sat muttering to a dragonfly in a jar atop of the table he sat at. Misty couldn't help but smile at the cat as the ears on the top of his head twitched in their direction, the gold circle earrings shining in the candle light. He turned his head, blinking at Hawke and Misty with confused eyes as she unlocked his cell and walked in.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice hissy as a Khajiit's voice should be.

Misty shrugged, giving him a smile as she set the key down on the tabletop, "giving you a chance to redeem yourself of the deeds you have commited against someone you considered a friend." She turned her green eyes to him as he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Unless you have come to kill me, please, just let me be," the blue cat said as he lowered his amber eyes to the table, "I am not worthy of anything less than death."

Misty sighed, pulling a chair out from the table and taking a seat with her arms and legs crossed as she tilted her head and smiled at him.

He stared at her for a moment before narrowing his eyes and laying his ears back on his head, "are you going to just sit there and stare at me, or are you going to go away?"

Misty shrugged, checking her fingernails before looking back up at him, "the only way you're going to make up for what you've done, Inigo, is if you come with me as a companion."

The blue cat narrowed his eyes at her, "how did you know my name?" he asked, tilting his head at his ears perked up, pointed in her direction.

She smirked at him and shrugged, sliding the book "Inigo the Brave" across the table to stop beside the dragonfly jar, "lucky guess," she said, sitting up and putting both feet on the floor as she leaned forward, "you're not as bad of a person as you think you are and, I think that coming with me would be more help than rotting away in a cell." She watched Inigo for a few moments as he stared back, giving him a small smile as she got to her feet, "you can fight with me and repay whatever debt you think you owe with the blood of your foes or die trying."

Inigo seemed to perk up slightly at that and gave her a nod as he smiled, "that sounds perfect," he said, getting to his feet, "I feel lighter in my heart now you have given me this opportunity. I am very grateful."

Misty smiled, putting her hand on his shoulder as she nodded toward the open jail cell, "let's kick it, then."

Inigo blinked at her in confusion as he tilted his head to the side. He looked so adorable she had to refrain from squealing and hugging him. "What are we kicking, exactly?"

Misty rolled her eyes, "it's an expression where I'm from. It means let's go," she said, opening the chest by the wall and lifting, with a lot of effort, the heavy armor from the wooden box. At least I don't have to pick this lock, she thought as she hefted it into Inigo's chest, "now take this and put it on. We're going on a quest that I can't really do alone."

Inigo quickly slid into the iron armor, making it look easier than it had been when Misty had put her's on, and gave her a nod as he snagged the dragonfly from the table and carefully attached the jar to his hip. "I know. I will be careful, Mr. Dragonfly," he said, to the bug.

Misty ignored it, knowing that he would be talking to the thing while he's her companion, as she lead him from the cell.

"We came here to get a strange khajiit that talks to bugs?" Hawke asked, glancing at Inigo as he gathered what few things he had.

Misty nodded, "we actually came here for two khajiit but the other one is...less friendly and we need to do something for him before he'll agree to coming with us anywhere," she said, giving Inigo a smile as he exited the cell.

"Ready to go," Inigo said, looking happy with his decision as they started for the door.

Misty took a sharp right, heading down into the lower cells of the jail with Inigo and Hawke following.

"Wait, this is not the way out," Inigo said, sounding a little nervous as he glanced at one of the guards that they passed.

"I know, but we need to make one more stop, first," she said, rounding the corner and coming to a stop at a cell that housed a mostly black khajiit with a mohawk wearing hide armor.



The khajiit's ears laid back on his head as he turned his attention to her and narrowed his silver eyes, "what is it you want?" the khajiit asked his voice deeper than Inigo's and less friendly as he looked at her, seemingly angry at her mere presence.

Misty suddenly started to rethink taking the black cat, S'ariq, on as a companion. He's angry and violent and he might scare or hurt the others, she thought, sparing a glance toward Hawke and Inigo as they waited by the stairway. Maybe this isn't a good idea, she thought as she rubbed the back of her head and started to turn for the stairs, "nevermind. I thought you were someone else," she said, taking a step away from the cell.

"Stranger, hold a moment, if you would," S'ariq said, getting to his feet. He looked more intimidating when he was standing with his broad shoulders and heavily defined arms and chest.

Oh my god he's huge, she thought, turning to look at him fully, "I'm listening."

"If you ever run across a khajiit thief named Getka-Dar, do this one a favor and bleed her dry," the cat growled, baring his teeth at the last few words as the tip of his tail twitch in agitation.

Misty knew that this was what he would say in the game, but to actually hear it coming from the cat in front of her, with as huge and scarey as he was, she fought off a nervous gulp before licking her lips, "I don't know if I can, but I'll keep an eye out, at least. What'd she do to you?" she asked, more to pass time than anything...and she didn't really pay attention to him telling the reason he was there the first several times she had his mod turned on.

The cat gave a low growl as he sniffed, his ears laying flat against the top of his head, blending in with his dark fur, "she is the reason that S'ariq sits in this cell and, one way or another, she will die for double-crossing S'ariq," he growled, giving the bench a kick, making it topple over after bouncing against the underside of the table.

Damn he's pissed, she thought, swallowing her fear and nerves, "so, you want me to find her and kill her. Where, exactly am I supposed to find her?"

"She will likely be in Traitor's Post up near Windhelm. Bleed her dry for me," he said, his eyes narrowing in slight delight as he took a seat on the table.

"What if I let you out of here first and we meet up somewhere? I don't want an innocent khajiit to be executed," she said, giving him a smile as he sneered at her.

"I never said I was innocent. Besides, she has the key to my cell," he muttered, ripping off a chunk of bread that the guards had given him.

Misty's smile widened slightly, "innocent enough," she said, glancing at Hawke and Inigo, "I'll be back when she's dead."

S'ariq nodded, munching on a piece of bread as she walked away.

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"So, that was the other one?" Hawke asked, getting a sideways glance from Inigo.

"Other one? What other one?" Inigo asked, blinking at her with wide, curious eyes.

Misty sighed and shook her head, "don't worry about it. Right now, we need to worry about getting to and into Goldenglow," she said with a sigh as they made their way out of the jail and down the steps of Mistveil Keep. She rubbed the back of her head as they moved as she glanced at Madesi's stall. She couldn't help but move toward the shiney jewelry and gems, smiling at the shining rings and necklaces.



"Is there anything you like? It's all authentic saxhleel craftsmanship," Madesi said, his voice a slight hiss as he spoke.

Misty looked up at him, furrowing her brow at the strange word she had never heard before, "saxhleel? What's that?" she asked, genuinely curious about the word.

Madesi's eyes lowered to the jewelry before him with a sadness that she couldn't put her finger on, "forgive me," he said, even his voice sounded sad. It broke her heart to hear and see Madesi, one of her favorite NPCs, look and sound so sad. "It's a term I haven't used in a long time. While most in Tamriel call my kind Argonian, we prefer the term Saxhleel." He looked up then, blinking a couple times at Misty's captivated attention before continuing, "Madesi was actually my original Saxhleel name. Unlike others, I decided to embrace tradition and keep it that way."

Misty smiled and gave him a nod, "I like that. Keeping traditions is always an amazing thing," she said, looking at a the bracelets sitting out. She picked up a silver one with an intricate swirling design etched into the metal, "and this is just beautiful. Hawke, buy it for me."



Hawke gave her a raised eyebrow before sighing and pulling his coin purse from his hip, "you really need to get your own money."

"No, please," Madesi said, placing his hand over Misty's. They were cool, what you would expect from a cold blooded creature, but they were also rough, from years of making jewelry, is what Misty thought. "For listening to an old lizard ramble on about forgotten things, please, take it."

Misty blinked at him in surprised, thinking how strange it was for Madesi to give her something without doing his quest. "Madesi, I can't just take it without doing something in return. Please, let me, at least do that."

Madesi seemed to think about that for a moment before giving her a nod, "well, there is one thing I would ask of you," he said, getting a smile and a nod from the woman, "I do need some materials for my next piece. Some gold ore, two flawless sapphires and a mammoth tusk."

Misty smiled and gave him a nod as she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, "deal," she said, putting her hand out for Madesi to take. They shook on the deal, smiling at one another before Misty waved him goodbye and they headed into the Bee and Barb.

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"Let's get something to drink and try to mull it over before we do anything rash," Hawke suggested, motioning her toward a table near the edge of the room.



Misty sat down with a sigh as Inigo took a seat across from her and Hawke pulled a chair up from another table, "so, whadda'ya think we should do. I don't think I can swim in this heavy crap," she said, stretching her legs out and crossing her ankles.

"Hmm. How about we rent a boat? It shouldn't be too expensive," Inigo suggested, folding his arms over his chest as he shrugged.

"With what money? I'm broker than Wuuthrad in Jorrvaskr," she said, draping her arm over the back of her chair, "besides, I wouldn't even know where to go to rent a boat."

"And, it wouldn't be a very good idea to take a boat to Goldenglow," Hawke said, getting a nod of agreement from Misty, "especially when we're going there for a job."

Misty gave a heavy sigh as she let her head fall back on her shoulders, "this fucking sucks."

Inigo hummed his agreement as Talen-Jei came to their table, giving them some form of an argonian smile as he asked for their order.



"I'll take an ale," Hawke ordered, glancing at Inigo and Misty with a smile, "I'm paying, so order whatever you want."

Inigo and Misty both perked up at the same time, making his smile widen.

"Really? It is not trouble?" Inigo asked, getting a head shake from Hawke.

"I don't mind. My friend here thinks that we're going to make a lot of gold," he said, slapping Misty on the shoulder.

Misty rolled her eyes before looking up at the patient argonian, "I'll take a warm mead and a blueberry tart, if you have any."

"And I would like a sweet roll and some warm mead as well, please," Inigo said, getting a nod from the lizard man before he went to the bar.

"Well," Hawke started, bringing their attention to him, "if we can't figure out how to get to Goldenglow, then we won't be able to finish the quest and we won't get paid."

Misty sighed and gave a nod, "right right."

"Sounds like you three could use some assistance," a low, gravelly voice said from near the stairs leading up to the next floor.



Misty sighed, wondering what the hell kind of trouble she was about to take on as a companion when a man appeared beside the table. Her eyes widened as they glided over the man's face. His slightly narrow golden amber eyes, his straight nose, his square jaw, his circle beard that framed his smirking lips. She swallowed and licked her lips as she cleared her throat. Oh my god, it's Wolfe, she thought, giving Talen-Jei a relieved smile as he set their order in front of them. She quickly took a long drink of the mead, trying to think of something, anything other than the two sexy imperials near her.

"And what would you suggest, then?" Hawke asked, turning to look up at Wolfe with narrowed eyes.

The corner of Wolf's lips curved up as his amber eyes moved to Misty as she tried to ignore him while cutting into the blueberry tart, "I don't know about a boat, but the easiest thing to do is swim to a sewer opening near the edge of the property. If you can handle it," he said, tilting his head as he looked from Misty to Inigo to Hawke.

"We can handle anything," Inigo said, getting a head shake from the woman across from him.

"No, we, can't. We can't even put on armor without help," she said, stabbing at a rogue blueberry, "I should have said no and that's all there is to it. Story of my life."

Hawke sighed and shook his head, "how are you supposed to make a name for yourself when you've got that attitude?"

"Yes, my friend. You plan on making your name known, yes?" Inigo asked before taking a bite out of the sweetroll on his plate.

Misty swallowed the bite in her mouth as she motioned to a spot between Hawke and Inigo, "have a seat, son. Your standing there is making me nervous," she said, nodding at Wolfe as she stabbed at another bite of tart, "and I do plan on making my name big. I'm going to be the fucking High Queen of Skyrim."

Wolfe paused mid motion to sitting as Inigo and Hawke paused their motions as well. The three men glanced at one another as Misty continued to eat, ignoring the surprised stares.

"That is...quite an endevor, my friend. Are you sure you're up for the task?" Inigo asked, sitting straight in his seat.

Misty finally looked up at the men before nodding, "yep," she said, finishing off her tart, "I'm not siding with the empire or the stormcloaks and the only way to make sure that neither side wins, is to become High Queen. So, that's my ultimate goal."

Hawke and Wolfe glanced at one another as Inigo smiled at her. "That is very noble. I think you would make a fantastic High Queen," Inigo said, making her smile at him.

"See? This is why you're my best friend," she said, getting a chuckle from the blue cat.

"Oh stop. You are making me blush," he said, waving her comment away.

"How do you plan to do that when you can't even get past the Goldenglow quest you're on right now?" Hawke asked as Wolfe leaned back in his chair with his arms and legs folded, watching the trio with interest.

Misty gave a short nod, looking up at the three before nodding toward Wolfe, "we're going to have to go through the sewer, like Wolfe suggested. Then, once we're past the Skeevers, there's a place that leads..."

Wolfe cut her off as he tilted his head to the side and narrowed his amber eyes, "how do you know my name?"

Misty blinked at that, swallowing as Hawke and Inigo looked at her. Quick, make something up that sounds believeable, she thought. "Uh....well....I... was told your name by...Brynjolf," she said, giving him a smile, "did you really think you could come into the thieves guild's turf and not be noticed? They have eyes everywhere." She mentally wiped the sweat from her brow, Whew, that was close.

Wolfe kept his narrowed eyes on her as she avoided looking at him, knowing that, while what she said may be true, there was no way he wouldn't have noticed someone checking him out.

"Anyway, like I was saying, there's a hole that leads from the basement to the sewers and, if we can get in there, we won't have to worry about running into any of the mercenaries that Aringoth probably has guarding the estate," she said, getting a smile and a nod from Inigo while Hawke rubbed the back of his head with a frown.

"I don't know. How can you be so sure that the basement entrance is there, let alone even open and unblocked?" Hawke asked, leaning against the table as he looked at Misty.

She leaned back, giving him a confident smirk as she lifted her mug from the table, "trust me. It's there and it's open."

"If you say so," Hawke muttered, finishing off his ale.

"I trust you, my friend. If it is there, then I will believe that the opening is there," Inigo said, making her grin.

"Inigo. I love you," she said, feeling warm and fuzzy, "you're the best mod ever."

Inigo blinked at her as he grinned, "I do not know what a mod is, but I think I am glad to be the best one," he said, making her laugh.

"Five star rating since creation," she said, raising her mug toward him, "that's a really good thing, hon. Can't get much better than that."

Wolfe watched Misty as she finished off her drink, still unsure of how she had come to know his name when he hadn't told anyone since coming to Skyrim. Usually he used an alias when dealing with his particular line of...business and the clients it attracted. She laughed at something the cat said, bringing him out of his thoughts as he watched the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled and laughed. Green eyes, he had noticed. Hawke had leaned forward, smiling at her with his chin in his hand while he listened to the strangely colored cat tell a story. The woman had leaned forward as well, completely captivated by the feline as he spun his tale. Wolfe smirked, easiest targets ever.

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Misty snorted as she folded her arms over her chest in a huff, "I already told you, I'm not swimming in this heavy shit," she growled, glaring at Wolfe as he stood at the edge of the water surrounding Goldenglow Estates.


Hawke shook his head as he sighed and folded his arms over his chest, looking at Wolfe with a smirk, "I told you she wouldn't like it," he said, getting an eye roll from Wolfe as the man moved toward the strange, angry woman.

"Look, honey, if we don't swim across this tiny waterway, then we can't break into Goldenglow and you can't prove yourself to the Thieves Guild," Wolfe said, walking lazily around her with his hands behind his back as he spoke, "and you don't want to look like a fool in front of your friends, do you? Someone who wants to be the High Queen of Skyrim doesn't back down from something this small, does she?"

Hawke sighed and shook his head, already knowing what was coming, after spending a couple of weeks around the strange woman.

Misty sighed and rolled her eyes before turning to glare up at Wolfe as he grinned down at her like the rogue he was, "baby cakes," she started, putting her finger in the center of his chestplate, "first, what you're trying to do, stop it, because I am not getting in that freezing ass water to safe my life, your life, or even Inigo's life and I like him," she glanced at said cat, "no offense, hon."

Inigo shrugged, "I do not like the cold either, my friend, so I do not blame you."

She gave a nod before turning back to Wolfe and raising her hand with two fingers in the air, "second, one of the best parts about having friends is acting like a fool in front of them. Best friends act like a fool with you, in case you've never had friends before. Third, backing down from swimming in ice water is the least of my worries when it comes to becoming the high queen. That being said, dog breath, you can kiss my fucking ass because I'm NOT getting in that water."

Wolfe stood before her, his face a mask of slight amusement before he shrugged, "suit yourself," he said, bending down and lifting her from the ground, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Misty gave a yelp before she grunted at suddenly being over Wolfe's shoulder, "son of a bitch," she growled, smacking her hands against his armored back, "put me down, you ass."

"Not until we're across the water," he said, wading into the water.

"You can't be serious," she said, holding herself up as she glared over her shoulder at the back of his head.

"As serious as a blade to the throat, princess," he said with a laugh in his voice.

Misty frantically shook her head as the water rose up Wolfe's body, "I can barely walk in this armor, let alone swim. Inigo, Hawke, help," she said, reaching out toward her friends, "get me off and away from this maniac!"

Wolfe chuckled under her stomach. Even with the thick armor on, she could still feel it vibrate her stomach and chest. She actually gave a little shriek when her stomach went into the water, instantly chilling her to the bone. "AHH! YOU ASS!" she shrilled, kicking her feet to splash the cold water in his face, "take that!"

"Hey!" he growled, pulling her from his shoulder and pushing her out into the water.

She gave a yip of surprise before disappearing under the water. She held her breath, squinting her eyes to look around under the water before a hand grabbing the back of her curass brought her back to the surface. She took a deep breath, inhaling the musky, sweet air as she wrapped her arms around whoever had pulled her up. "gods it's f-f-fucking c-cold," she growled, clinging to the warm body that had her.

"Maybe if you swam, it wouldn't be so cold," Wolfe's voice was right next to her ear, making her blink and look at who actually had her. Her eyes locked with his, instantly drying her mouth out at how bright and captivating they were. His lips curved up in a smirk as his fingers brushed a few strands of her wet hair from her forehead, "you don't look half bad wet, your highness."

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Gods why? she thought, taking a deep breath to try and calm her rapidly beating heart as his arm slid behind her knees and back. The water started to receed as they made it to Goldenglow, but the cool air hitting her made her shiver and curl more in on herself...while being held by Wolfe. She glanced up at his face as he looked back at Hawke and Inigo as they waded out of the water. I could get use to this, she thought, smiling to herself as she examined his biceps bulging under the armor. She licked her lips as his strong, callused fingers flexed slightly against her thigh, making it hard to concentrate on anything other than the feel of his warm hand on the back of her leg.

"Alright, then," he said, snapping her out of her fantasy...in her head....that involved him without a shirt and a few strawberry daquiries. He lowered her to the ground and she had to stifle a whimper as his warm body moved away from her. He crouched down and started around the edge of the property, leading the way for Misty, Hawke and Inigo. They paused behind a wooden wall that was poorly built, gathering around the entrance to the sewer that lead to where they needed to be.



"Is this it?" Hawke asked, glancing up at Wolfe.

Misty nodded, "this is it," she said, nervously glancing up to make sure they wouldn't be spotted.

"Let us do this quickly then," Inigo said, helping Wolfe slide the lid off the sewer entrance.

Misty wrinkled her nose at the smell of rot and damp muck that rose out of the sewer. She covered her mouth and nose as Inigo sneered at the smell.

"Eeeh," he growled as Wolfe lowered himself into the sewer.

"It's not all gross and icky down there, is it?" Misty asked as she looked down into the sewer. She could barely make out Wolfe's form in the dim lit hole.

"How do you expect a sewer to be?" Hawke's voice was low so it wouldn't carry as Inigo lowered himself into the hole.

Misty shrugged, "not gross or icky," she said, getting a chuckle from the sexy imperial.

"C'mon, Misty. I'll help you down," he said, holding his hand out.

She let out a calming breath before dangling her legs into the hole, "let me try to do this myself. I don't want to need to rely on you too much, Hawke," she said, getting a nod from the man.

"I understand and I'll be down after you are," he said, smiling at her as she smiled back.

"Thanks, Hawke," she said, taking a deep breath and instantly regretting it. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head before dropping down into the hole. She dropped into a crouch, knowing that doing that would help cushion her fall. She stood, smiling at Inigo as she moved out of the way to make room for Hawke, who was much more graceful about it than she figured she was.

"There's skeevers up ahead," Wolfe's voice was low, almost a dull rumble as he peeked around a corner to check for safety.

Misty nodded as she moved forward, putting herself against the wall between Inigo and Wolfe, "there shouldn't be too many of them, just shoot them so we don't get rat aids," she said, getting a giggle from Inigo.

"I do not know what that is, but it sounds funny," he said, covering his mouth with his hand to keep from laughing.

Wolfe gave her a glance before giving her a small bow and motioning her toward the tunnel, "be my guest, princess."

Misty snorted, "I don't know how to use a bow and I am not going to be the first one to contract what skeevers carry," she hissed, getting an eye roll from the man.



Inigo smiled as he pulled his bow and walked around them, "allow me," he said, stringing an arrow before aiming and releasing. From the sound of a skeever giving a weird snarl of surprise, Misty knew it was dead. In was one thing to watch Inigo use a bow in the game, but a whole different scene completely to watch him first hand. The concentration on his face as he aimed. The slightly smirk he gave when he hit what he was aiming at. The way his hand drew back the bow, like he was conducting an orchistra. His stance was flawless. His confidence was evident and she stood in awe of the blue cat she had come to know and love over the several profiles and games she played. It was like watching a master painter at work, except with a bow and arrows in stead of brushes and paints and death instead of a canvas. Pure beauty and poetry in motion. (There is, literally, no way to describe how awesome and amazing Inigo looks in my head when he's shooting his bow.) When the last skeever lay dead as his feet, Inigo lowered the bow and turned, smiling at them.

"Wow, Inigo," Misty said, stepping away from the wall and looking down the tunnel at all the skeever bodies, "you're fucking awesome!" she said, putting her fist out toward him. He blinked at her fist, looking a little confused before she rolled her eyes, "it's called a fist bump. You bump your fist against mine. It's a more subtle version of a high five and way cooler."

Inigo smiled, "well, alright then," he said, bumping his fist against her's.

"Boom. Alright, let's get this show on the road," she said, starting down the tunnel ahead of the others.

Wolfe gave her back a raised eyebrow before he glanced at Hawke, "does she always say strange things?"

Hawke nodded, "since the first day I met her. She actually touched my face without warning," Hawke said, smiling at the memory, "she's strange, but, once she sets her mind to something, nothing can stand in her way."

Wolfe gave a slight nod of understanding as he watched her diappear down a side corridor. They paused, watching as she struggled to unlock the gated door.

"Damn it," she growled as the lockpick broke, "why can't this be easier?"

Her jaw set as her eyes focused on the lock, gently sliding the lockpick along the lock before slowly turning the shiv. Wolfe smirked at how focused she was and the light flickering in her eyes as she got close to unlocking the lock. When it clicked and she pushed the door open, she stood and turned, giving the men the biggest child-like grin he had ever seen any adult get, but it wasn't a bad thing. It actually suited her. He cleared his throat and shook his head, blinking out of the stupor she seemed to put him in.

"Is this it?" Hawke asked as they followed her into the cell like room.

"What? No, it's not, but I really wanted this book and the gold in that chest," she said, picking up the book from the skeleton on the sleep roll. She gave the femur a kick before going to the chest. "Damn it," she grumbled, taking out a lockpick and the shiv before going to work on the chest. *Chink* The lockpick broke, making her growl in frustration before trying again. *Chink* "Damn it," she growled, kneeling down in front of ther chest.

"Do we really have time for this?" Inigo asked, folding his arms over his chest.

Misty clicked her tongue as she shot him a glare over her shoulder, "there's always time for more loot," she growled, turning her attention back to the lock in front of her. *Click* "Yes!" she hissed, flipping the lid and smiling down at the contents. She lifted two magic potions from the chest and placed them on the ground before pulling a small satchel of gold from the chest before sliding a couple of lockpicks from the chest into her back pocket with the others. "Can anyone use magic?" She asked, holding up the magic potions.

"No, but we could sell those for more gold," Hawke said, taking them from her and putting them into his carrying bag.

She nodded as she stood, putting the satchel of gold into Wolfe's hand as she walked past him.

He blinked down at the small pouch in his hand before moving to catch up to her, "what's this for?"

She shrugged as she lead them through the tunnel, "I don't know," she murmurred as she started to pick her teeth, "I just wanted to give it to you and I don't trust myself with money. I might lose it during this quest, with my luck."

He slowed his pace slightly, caught off guard by her words as Hawke put his hand on Wolfe's shoulder and smiled at him before moving past him.

She glanced at the ladder on the left before turning and looking up at the hole in the cieling in the area across from the ladder. "This is what I was talking about," she said, motioning to the hole, "if we can get up there, then we'll come out right at the safe."

"Sounds like a plan," Inigo said, bending down slightly with his fingers laced, "come on. I'll boost you up."

Misty smiled and gave him a nod, "a'ight," she said, putting her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as he lifted her toward the hole in the ceiling. She reached up, quickly taking hold of the ledge before pulling herself up, with the help of Inigo. She huffed a few times as she lay above the sewer, smiling at her own genious. I wish I could do that in the game, she thought, sitting up and crawling to the edge of the hole. She jumped at Wolfe's hands appearing on the ledge before his head popped up. She reached out, taking his hand and helping pull him up. Hawke was next, climbing up into the tunnel with hardly a problem as Wolfe helped him. And, finally, Inigo clambered up into the tunnel with Hawke's help, giving Misty a thumbs up before she started for the door that lead to the safe. She paused, saying a quick prayer to all the gods she knew before closing her eyes and pushing her thumb down on the handle. She slowly opened her eyes as she pushed the door open, giving the men behind her a grin as she did, "see? Told you," she whispered.

"Way to go," Inigo whispered back as they moved into the basement.

"I guess you were right," Hawke said, rubbing the back of his head as he gave her an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry I doubted you."

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Misty gave him a nod as she knelt down in front of the chest, "you better get use to saying that or believeing in me, because me being right is going to happen a lot," she said, giving a sigh as she looked at Wolfe, who was leaning around a corner to check out the area, "hey, Wolfe. Go see if you can get the key to the safe, that would save me some lockpicks. Um...There's also a golden bee statue up there worth some money and I wouldn't mind that bee in a jar just to have." She looked up at him with a smile as he frowned at her.

"So, you want me to risk my ass to get you these things," he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

"You get to keep anything you find worth anything and can kill whomever," she paused as she pulled her lockpicks and shiv from her back pocket, "just don't kill Aringoth. Knock him out cold, if you've gotta."

Wolfe clicked his tongue, a little upset at her telling him to go get her things.

"I will go with you. My blade is starting to get a little rusty from lack of use," Inigo volunteered, getting a nod from Hawke and Misty.

"I'll stay here and guard Misty's back while you two do that," Hawke said, getting a nod from the khajiit.

"Be careful, guys. I love you, but I'm not going to try retrieving your corpses for a funeral," she said, getting a grin from Inigo.

"We will be back soon," Inigo said, leading the way across the room toward the stairs leading up.

Wolfe gave Misty narrowed eyes before snorting and following Inigo.

"Do you think sending them up there was the best course of action?" Hawke asked, taking Wolfe's place at the edge of the wall.

Misty shrugged as she worked on the lock, "I don't wanna have to deal with a master lock when I've only got six lockpicks," she said, sticking her tongue between her lips as she slowly turned the lock. *Click* "Yes," she whispered, quietly flipping the lid up to look through the chest. The sound of fighting coming from above them caused her to pause and look up at the ceiling. She swallowed when she heard the sound of someone cry out before silence fell on the basement once more. She held her breath, listening, straining to hear anything before letting the breath she was holding out and swallowing. She glanced at Hawke, her eyes wider than she intended, but she couldn't help it. "Hawke," she said, cursing that her voice sounded as scared as she felt.

He turned to look at her, blinking in surprise at the fear in her wide eyes.

"Do you think they're alright?" she asked, the lump in her throat making it hard to breathe. Please let them be alright, she prayed as she looked back into the chest with sad, fearful eyes.

"Of course I think they're alright. I have faith that they'll return shortly," he said, frowning at the fear on her face. It was both heart warming and strange to see this woman worrying about people she barely knew.

"You've never been in combat before, have you?" Hawke asked, glancing at her before turning back to his post.

She shook her head, "no, I haven't. I've never even held a sword before."

He took a deep breath, looking back at her as she rifled through the chest, "I could always teach you, if you would like."

Misty smiled into the chest before glancing at Hawke, "that'd be nice. Thank you," she said, removing a few health potions and placing them in her bag. She stood just as Inigo and Wolfe appeared from the darkness, letting her breathe a sigh of relief, "thank the Maker," she said, moving before she could stop herself and giving Wolfe a hug, making him grunt in surprise, "I'm glad you're alright."

Wolfe blinked down at the woman hugging him before clearing his throat, not sure how to handle this...particular situation, "yes....well....."

Misty stepped back and moved around him to hug Inigo, thinking that she had already dug this grave, might as well dig deeper. She felt her heart leap as Inigo hugged her back, tightly. What of his fur she could feel was soft and thick, making her feel a little jealous at not having any fur herself. She moved back, giving Inigo a grin as Wolfe held up a linen bag with some things in it. "Awesome, you got them?"

He nodded, still a little shocked from Misty's hug as he held the safe key out to her. She smiled and took it, her soft fingers sliding across his rough palm, tightening something in his lower abdomen. He licked his lips as he watched her head for the safe and unlocked it.

She snatched everything in the safe and gave a nod, signaling that it was time to leave. Moving quickly through the sewer, Misty took a deep, welcoming breath of the outside cool, crisp air, smiling in the moonlight as she closed her eyes. She reached up, stretching as she yawned and glanced off toward the bee hives, "now we've gotta go burn a couple of hives." Inigo gave a nod as Misty and him exchanged a glance. "Alright, someone is going to have to distract the mercs while Me and someone else take out three of the hives. We're doing this to send a message, nothing more."

"I'll distract the guards," Hawke volunteered, getting a nod from Misty.

"I will as well," Wolfe said, holding the bag of loot out toward Misty, "which means I can't carry this."

Misty took the bag and gave him a nod, "alright. We'll meet up on that little island just off the shoreline," she said, getting a nod of agreement before the four broke into their groups.



Misty and Inigo crept along the tall grass, waiting for Hawke and Wolfe's signal before darting across the ground. They snatched a couple of torches, shoving the fire into the bee hives before making a break for the edge of Goldenglow Estates property. Without hesitation, Inigo and Misty dived into the cold water and swam toward the tiny island to wait for Wolfe and Hawke.

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Misty excitedly chattered as they made their way through the doors leading to the Ragged Flagon. Inigo and Hawke laughed as Wolfe chuckled at how excited she was while talking about something that they did practically everyday. "That was the coolest thing EVER!" Misty said, setting the lenin bag on the closest table as the men took seats around it. "You guys are, like, the coolest and I'm still running on adrenaline from the job."

"It was an interesting job, to say the least," Inigo said, grinning at her as she rifled through the bag.

"At least that's done now," Hawke said, getting a nod from the woman.

"Hey Delvin," she said, waving at the thief as he walked through the doorway that lead to the cistern, "I got somethin' for ya."

Delvin gave her a smile as he moved to stand next to her, giving Wolfe and Inigo a raised eyebrow, "what'd'ya got, love?" he asked, getting a grin from the woman as she pulled the golden bee statue from the bag.



"Check it," she said as he took it and looked it over.

"Well, well. I wasn't expecting this," he said, turning the statue in his hands as he inspected it, "solid gold. Custom molded and made. I'll give you free hundred gold for this."

Wolfe frowned at the offer and was about to say something before Misty interrupted, "deal!"

Delvin nodded as he started for the cistern, "I'll be back with your pay."

Misty gave a nod before turning back to her friends at the table.

"We could have gotten more for that statue just by melting it down," Wolfe complained, getting a sigh from Misty as she shook her head.

"Selling it to Delvin shows good faith to the guild and I like looking at the shinies I bring in whenever I talk to Mercer," she said, pulling the bee in a jar from the bag, "besides, it wouldn't get us more because whoever we sold it to that would pay decent for gold, wouldn't want to touch stolen property. So, in the end, selling it to Delvin is better."

Wolfe narrowed his eyes at her as he lifted the bee in a jar from the table, "then why did you ask me to get this thing?"



Misty took the jar from him and set it back down on the table, "because I wanted it and it would make a fantastic conversation piece in my house," she said, glancing at a cut on Wolfe's neck. She narrowed her eyes and leaned toward him, absently setting the bee in a jar down on the table.

He leaned back, giving her confused eyes as he looked at her, "what are you doing?"

She grabbed the collar of his curass and pulled, clicking her tongue as she did, "you've got a cut on your neck," she said, waving at Vekel to get his attention, "hey Vekel, can I get some of the strongest alcohol you've got? Wolfe's injured."

Wolfe frowned at her and tried to stand, "I'm fine. It's just a scratch," he growled, glaring up at the woman as she pressed down on his shoulder to keep him in place.

"A scratch can get just as infected as a gaping wound," she said, giving Vekel a nod as he set down a purple bottle and a rag on the table.



"Here's some Cyrodilic Brandy I keep around for these kinds of things," he said, giving her a wink, "just in case."

Misty smiled and thanked him before opening the bottle. The smell of extremely strong alcohol burned her nose as she poured some of the liquor onto the rag.

"What do you think you're going toAHHHH!" Wolfe cried out, gripping the edge of the table so hard it groaned in his hand. (I wrote that on purpose because it's dirty and the images.....Mmm! Strong hands caressing and touching and....touching.....MMM!)

"Don't be a baby," she said, gently wiping away the dried blood that had formed down his neck. "There, all done. Do you want a sweetroll or tart since you were such a good, big boy?"

Wolfe glared at her like he would burn a hole in her head as she smiled at him, "no thank you."

She shrugged, turning to look at Hawke, "you injured Hawke?"

He smiled at her and showed her his hands, which looked a little red but nothing more, "most of my body is covered so I'm not injured. Besides, I wouldn't let anyone get that close to my neck with a blade," he said, giving Wolfe's glare a cocky grin.

Misty shook her head as she stood and looked at Inigo, "you injured Inigo?"

Inigo looked over his body, pulling his tail around to check it over before shaking his head, "no. I do not have any injuries right now."

She gave a nod before glancing at Wolfe with a smile as she corked the bottle, "looks like someone's going to need work on his dodging technique."

Wolfe clicked his tongue as he sat back with his arms folded over his chest, "maybe I got it while getting you this bug in a jar."

"Bee in a jar," Misty corrected, as she took a seat between the two imperials, "it's a bee in a jar and it's awesome."

"Here's your pay," Delvin said, appearing beside the table with a gold pouch. Misty took it with a smile as she stood, thinking how annoying it was that she had just sat down, "and Brynjolf want to see what you got from Goldenglow."



"Thanks man," she said, sliding at few coins from the pouch into her hand before closing it and putting it on the table, "you guys can split this."

"Are you sure?" Inigo asked as Hawke started to count out the loot.

"Of course. You guys did most of the work. You should get most of the loot," she said, putting her hand on Wolfe's shoulder, "just be sure to give Wolfe here a fairly large cut. He did fight a lot more and got injured because of it."

Hawke gave a nod as she turned and headed for the cistern, leaving the three to divide the gold.

Wolfe watched the doorway for a few seconds, his hand going to his neck before he looked at the strange blue cat and other imperial at the table with him, "she's a strange one."

Inigo and Hawke nodded, "but it is not a bad thing. She seems to truely care about those she travels with," Inigo said, as Hawke slid the split up gold toward each person.

"She's got a strange sense of humor, I've noticed and says what's on her mind a lot, which isn't a bad thing. At least we know she's not lying to us," Hawke said as he slid his cut into his coin pouch.

Wolfe looked over the larger cut sitting in front of him, his scan of the gold telling him that it was at least one hundred twentyfive gold. They practically gave me half, he thought, glancing up at Hawke and Inigo as they smiled and talked with one another. These really are some strange people. Even as he thought it, his lips curved up in a smile as he listened, I think I'll stick around a little longer and see where this goes.

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Misty handed the letter to Brynjolf, already knowing what was on it since she had done this quest a thousand and one times. Brynjolf frowned at the paper and shook his head.



"Aringoth tried to sell Goldenglow? Is he mad?" Brynjolf growled at the paper, "and this is the only clue we have to the buyer? This...strange symbol?"

Misty knew who the strange symbol was and it took everything she had not to blurt it out right then and there, knowing that the "game" had to play out correctly. I don't wanna be glitched, she thought, smirking at her joke.

"I'll show this to Mercer. In the meantime, Maven Black-Briar would like to see you," Brynjolf said as he folded the paper and slid it into his stachel.

Misty sighed and shook her head, "do I have to?" she grumbled aloud before slapping her hand over her mouth.

She looked up at Brynjolf as he frowned at her, "yes. She's the Thieves Guild's biggest client and asked for you by name, Lass," he said, folding his arms over his chest, "and I wouldn't keep her waiting if I were you."

Misty gave a nod as she left the room and shuffled her feet while walking around the corner. She groaned as she sat in a chair Hawke pulled out for her, slouching in her seat as Wolfe slid a mug in front of her.

"So, what's our next job?" Wolfe asked, leaning on the table as she lifted the mug to her lips and took a long drink.

She let out a breath as she lowered her mug to the table, "fucking Maven," she growled, tilting her head as she took several deep breaths. Maven Black-Briar, while essential to the Thieves Guild quests, was not her favorite NPC. She actually hated the bitch. So much so that she started to shake a little with rage at having to deal with her in this new...reality. She looked up at the men sitting at the table, watching her with patient, curious eyes. She gave another sigh and sat up, "well, we've gotta go see Maven and see what the fuck that bitch wants," she said, grinding her teeth at the thought of doing a job for her, "then we do the job she tells us to do."

"You seem to not like Maven," Inigo said, licking the icing from the corner of his mouth.

She snorted, "you think? She's a bitch that thinks she rules Skyrim. Why would I like her at all?"

"So, we go talk to Maven Black-Briar about what she wants us to do on our next job? Sounds simple enough," Hawke said, finishing off his drink before getting to his feet.
Misty sighed as she got up from her chair, shaking her head as the others stood as well, "this is going to be a royal pain," she grumbled, rubbing the back of her neck as she closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side.


Misty held her breath as she climbed the steps of the Bee and Barb, trying to keep her rage inside. God I hate that bitch, she snarled in her head as they turned the corner. She swallowed as she took those few short steps to stand in front of Maven, who looked annoyed that she was there.

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"I hope you're bothering me for a reason," she said, her low female voice snooty and full of superiority.

She wouldn't be so superior if I punched her in her stupid face, she thought angrily. "Brynjolf said you had a job for the Theives Guild and sent me. What'da'ya need?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest. Hawke, Wolfe and Inigo said that they would stay down in the bar since she was the one asked for, leaving Misty alone to deal with the aweful woman herself.

Maven frowned at her, wrinkling her eyes as she looked Misty over, "well, you're a fire brand, aren't you?" she said, setting the drink in her hand down on the table beside her, "I have a job that needs done, immediately. There is a new meadery that has opened called Honningbrew Meadery. I want to know how it got it's funding so quickly and who is doing it. Meet Mallus Maccius in Whiterun. He'll tell you what to do from there. Do I make myself clear? I want it clean."

Misty swallowed, biting her tongue as she gave Maven a strained smile, "crystal clear," she said, clenching her jaw.

"Good, now off with you," Maven said, giving Misty an annoyed wave before going back to her drink.

Misty felt her eye twitch as she turned to leave, marching across the floor and down the stairs. She kept her jaw clenched as she moved past the three men, who glanced at one another before standing and following her out of the inn. Once outside, Misty let loose with a loud "BIIIIIIITCH!" stopping a few of the passers by as they blinked at her in confusion. She shook her head, waving them on before shaking her head, "God I hate that woman," she said.

"So, what's the job?" Wolfe asked, folding his arms over his chest.

She let out a calming breath before turning to face the three men, "well, she wants us to go to Honningbrew meadery near Whiterun and talk to Mallus Maccius. Apparently, he has a plan to get rid of the owner of Honningbrew," she said, leaning back against the stone wall surrounding the market with her hands behind her on the wall, "so, whadda'ya wanna do now?" she asked with a yawn as she covered her mouth.

"Why don't we rest for tonight and take a carriage to Whiterun tomorrow?" Inigo suggested, getting a nod of agreement from the others.

"Alright. We'll rest tonight and meet up at the stables tomorrow morning," Hawke said, getting another nod from them before they went their separate ways.

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Misty yawned as she made her way out of the gates of Riften. She had been so excited about getting out of the Ratway and Riften that she hadn't hardly slept all night. Inigo gave her a grin as she slumped down against the side of the horse stall, yawning as she let her head fall back against the wooden beam.

"You look tired, my friend. Did you not get enough sleep last night?" Inigo asked, leaning down with his head tilted slightly as he smiled at her.

She shook her head as she slouched forward, "I was too excited about today, so of course I didn't," she said, pulling her knees up to her chest and laying her head on her arms on her knees, "where's Wolfe and Hawke?"

"Right here," Wolfe said as he moved around the carriage. He gave Misty a deviant smile as he stood in front of her, "tired, princess?"

Misty snorted, keeping her head on her arms with her eyes closed.

Wolfe chuckled, glancing at Hawke as he made his way out of the gates and toward them. 

"Good morning, everyone," Hawke said, getting a groan from Misty as the others greeted him, "didn't sleep much, Misty?"

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Misty yawned again. "I'm not a morning person to begin with and even less so with no sleep," she lifted her head to glare up at Hawke, "so don't be so happy. Happy people plus mornings equals a headache."

Hawke chuckled as he gave Wolfe's chest a slap, "did you already speak with the driver?"

Wolfe nodded, "yeah. He said he can take us there, but he's going to make a quick stop in Helgen to get some supplies for a few people here."

"Sounds good to me. When are we leaving?" Hawke asked as he shifted the knapsack on his shoulders.

"As soon as he finishes putting the harness on the horse," Wolfe said, nodding toward the carriage driver as he pulled on a thick strap around the horse.

Inigo sat next to Misty, leaning forward slightly to look at her as she snoozed, "we best get moving soon or, I fear, Misty here will not stay awake much longer."

"Right," Hawke said, leaning down to touch Misty's arm, since she looked like she had fallen asleep.

She gave a huff and groaned as she lifted her head to look at him with tired, blood-shot eyes.

"We're about to leave, Misty. Perhaps you should get up before you fall asleep," he suggested, getting a head shake from the woman as she pulled her legs closer to her chest and lay her head back down on her arms.

Wolfe sighed, stepping up beside Hawke as the other man stood straight, "if you don't get up I'll have to carry you," he said, kneeling down in front of her and leaning forward, so his mouth was near her ear, "and I might not carry you to the carriage. I might carry you back behind this stable."

Misty's eyes snapped open at that and it took every ounce of restraint she had not the tell him yes please. She sat up, staring at him with unamused eyes before sighing, "fine," she groaned, taking Inigo's offered hand and getting to her feet, "but I'm sleeping in the carriage."

"Fine by me," Wolfe said, giving her a smirk as she walked past him and climbed up into the carriage.

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 The carriage rocked almost violently as it moved over the uneven ground, causing the riders to bump against one another... and when I say riders I mean Misty. She sat against Inigo, holding onto the cat for dear life as the carriage moved down the road at a steady pace. She suddenly missed paved roads and wished that she could get some form of sleep during the ride. She yawned again, locking her jaw slightly to keep from snapping her teeth together and biting off her tongue.

"How are you doing, Misty?" Hawke asked with a grin, getting a red eyed glare from the woman.

"I wish I knew it would be this..." the carriage tilted suddenly, knocking her against the back of the seat and scaring her, "violent."

Wolfe rolled his eyes as he draped his arm over the side, "what did you expect? A smoothe ride?"

Misty nodded, "yes, actually. I was hoping that these roads would have some form of paving," she said, sliding her foot out to keep her in her seat as the carriage tilted to other way.

Inigo put his arms around her shoulders, giving her a smile as the carriage rocked and she didn't do much moving, "better?"

She thought about it for a moment before nodding, "actually, yeah. Thanks Inigo," she said, laying her head on his chest as she smiled and closed her eyes, "I might actually be able to get some sleep like this."

Inigo swallowed, not sure how to react to Misty's head against his chest, but quickly dismissed it when her breathing became slow and steady. I guess she was very tired, he thought, glancing at their other companions. He blinked in confusion at the two Imperials giving him glares and frowns, looking angry at something. What did I do?

Damn cat, Wolfe thought as he turned his attention out toward the scenery.

Why is she so comfortable around him? I've known her longer, Hawke thought, giving a heavy sigh as he slouched in his seat with his arms folded over his chest, feeling upset at how easily Misty had taken to the khajiit.


She could hear someone humming against her ear, a low happy tune that made her smile slightly as she slowly opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, trying to clear the cobwebs of sleep from her head before yawning.


Inigo tilted his head, looking at his more rested friend as her eyes moved up to look back, "did you sleep well?"

Misty gave him a slow blink before yawning again and moving to sit up as she stretched, "it wasn't the best sleep I've ever had, but it did the trick."

"You slept like a log from where I was sitting," Wolfe said with a smirk as Hawke chuckled.

Misty rolled her eyes as she looked out over the scenery, "so, where abouts are we?"

"Close to Ivarstead and the stairs leading up to High Hrothgar," the driver, Sigaar, said as he motioned toward the large mountain to their right, "seven thousand steps to the top of the mountain where the Greybeards live."



"Greybeards? What are they doing way up there?" Inigo asked, getting a shrug from the driver.

"Who knows. Some say they didn't like it down here with the rest of us and moved up there centuries ago to get away from the world. Others say they're learning the way of the voice," he said, turning around enough to look at them, "it's an old nord way that dates back hundreds of years. Ulfric Stormcloak is one of the few people in existence that knows how to use the way of the voice. He even killed High King Torygg with his voice. That's why Skyrim is at war with the Empire."

"So, should we expect raids?" Wolfe asked, his eyes scanning the surrounding area as they moved.

"No, no. Nothing like that. Not unless we run across some bandits while we're moving," Sigaar said, turning around to pay attention to where the horse was going, "but I doubt they would want to mess with a group as large and as well armed as yours."

Misty scoffed, knowing full well that most bandits she came across in Skyrim always thought they had a chance against her. Especially once she was a high level. She ducked her head at noticing the raised eyebrows she got from the men, "sorry. Bandit are cocky fuckers," she said with a shrug.

"But you've never been out of the Ratway since getting here," Hawke said, tilting his head as he looked at her.

She blinked and licked her lips, thinking that she needed to say something and quick, "well...it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that most criminals that haven't been caught are cocky," she said with a shrug. There. That solved that, she thought as Wolfe turned in his seat to fully face her.

He leaned forward, with his elbows on his knees, and stared at her with narrowed, suspicious eyes.

"What?" she asked, furrowing her brow as Hawke crossed his legs and leaned back with his arms folded over his chest, watching her with the same suspicion.

"You say such strange things," Inigo said, bringing her attention to the khajiit next to her, "I wonder where you have learned them and what they mean."

Misty felt her breath stop as Wolfe spoke, "I wonder that too," he said, his voice low and rough.

"Where did you say you were from, again?" Hawke asked, tilting his head slightly.

Misty took a deep breath and let it out slowly, lowering her eyes to the floor of the carriage, "alright, look. What I'm going to tell you, you're not going to believe," she said, getting a sigh from Hawke.

"Is it that, 'I'm from a different world' story again? Because I would like to hear the truth," he said, frowning at her.

Misty clicked her tongue and sat up straight in her seat, "alright, Hawke, then you explain to me how the hell I speak completely differently from everyone else we've come across? I don't have any kind of accent you've ever heard before and I don't say anything about the nine devines. Eight devines. Whatever!" she paused, folding her arms over her chest as she flopped back against the back of her seat, "explain it."

Hawke and her stared at one another for a few minutes before he sighed and closed his eyes, "I can't," he said, looking back up at her, "I don't know of any country with an accent like yours, nor do I know any country with strange saying and language like yours."

"Then, logic dictates that I'm not from this world at all," she said, feeling a little agitated, "doesn't it?"

"Maybe you're a daedra from Oblivion that came here to enthrall us," Wolfe said, narrowing his eyes at her.

Misty sighed and shook her head, "why the fuck, out of all the possible people in all of Skyrim, would I pick you three?" She asked, motioning more to Hawke and Wolfe than Inigo.

"For what it is worth, I do not believe you are lying," Inigo said, making her smile slightly.

"Thank you, Inigo," she said, putting emphasis on his name as she glared at the two across from them.

"Are you her wiper, cat?" Wolfe growled, giving Inigo a glare, "or do you let her do that on her own?"

Inigo frowned, "what are you talking about?"

"You've been cuddling up to her since we got you out of Riften's jail," Hawke said, his voice a growl as he too glared at Inigo.

Inigo blinked at them in surprise and confusion, "I do not understand. What does any of that have to do with where Misty came from?"

"I've known her longer, yet she's closer and more comfortable with you. What sort of past do you two have together, huh?" Hawke asked, his voice starting to get loud as he sat up, his whole body screaming that he was angry, "were you lovers and that's why we got him out? Is that it?"

Even Wolfe was looking at him with surprise before glancing at Misty and Inigo, "he's right. You two are pretty close for having just met," he said, narrowing his eyes once more.
Misty felt her lips curve up in a smile as she started to laugh, "oh my God, you're fucking jealous," she said, laughing harder as they blinked at her in surprise, "this is rich. This is too good. You guys are jealous of Inigo."

The two Imperials frowned at her as Wolfe fell back in his seat with his arms crossed, "I'm not jealous of a cat."

"Yes you are," she stated, sitting up straight as she grinned at them, "you're jealous of someone who I don't think of as more than a friend and who only thinks of me as a friend. Do you know how rediculas you're both being right now? You should be asshamed of yourselves," She shook her head, "and I am comfortable with you, Hawke, I just don't want to give you the full on impression that I'm interested in you. Not yet, anyway." She paused, giving him a soft smile that melted his heart, "when I'm interested in marriage or courting, then I'll get an amulet of Mara and wear it, okay?"

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out before nodding, "alright. I think I can agree with that," he said, sitting back in his seat, "but if you need anything, you can come to me too."

She nodded before turning her gaze to Wolfe, who was frowning at his knees, "Wolfe," she said, bringing his angry amber eyes up to her, "you heard what I said?"

He gave a slow nod, keeping his eyes locked with her's.

"Good. Then there's no reason to be jealous of anyone yet," she said, turning in her seat to look up ahead. She frowned at the chill that started to blow down from the mountains, "I just came to Skyrim and still need to get reoriented before I can even think of a relationship yet." She wrapped her arms around herself, starting to wish that she had brought a warmer shirt as the driver pulled a deer skin coat from under his seat and slid it on. I'm so screwed, she thought as snow started to fall.

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Misty snuggled farther under the coat that was draped over her as she leaned back against Hawke's soft, leather chest. She sniffled, pulling the collar of the coat up over her nose as she closed her eyes against the stinging cold wind. Didn't I just tell them that I didn't want to give them to wrong impression, she growled at herself in her head, "I'm a fucking idiot. How could I have forgot to get a coat? Skyrim is cold."

Hawke's chest vibrated against her back as he chuckled, bringing her eyes open as she glanced up at him, "I don't mind sharing. Like I said, if you need anything, you can come to me."

Misty swallowed her hormones as he gave her that gentle smile and those warm green eyes. Rein it in, girl. Not yet, she told herself, giving a shiver as a gust of wind blew up inside the coat. "God why?"

Hawke chuckled as he reached down, his hand brushing her thigh as he tucked the bottom of the coat under her. "Better?" he asked, his voice right next to her ear, caressing across her cheek in a warm sweep that sent shivers down her spine as she nodded.

God, why do you insist on torturing me? I know I haven't been the best behaved woman but, seriously? Come ON! she prayed, closing her eyes against the pounding of her heart in her ears. Well, I'm not really cold anymore.

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She felt the carriage lean back as they started up the huge, windey hill that lead through, what looked like a canyon. Misty lifted her head from the protection of the thick coat to look up the tall walls of the canyon that they entered. Mentally praying that there weren't any over hangs of snow to fall on them.

"It's just down the other side of this hill here," Sigaar said over the whaling wind.

"Will it be snowing at Helgen?" Misty called back, ducking her face back under the coat.

"Probably not," Sigaar said, giving her a glimmer of hope, "we're pretty high up, at the moment, so it'll get warmer as we go down toward Helgen."

"Thank God," she grumbled, wiggling down under the coat.

Hawke stifled a groan at Misty's wiggle and cleared his throat as he shifted in his seat, "why don't you sit on my lap. It might be more...comfortable than the cold, hard seat," he said, getting a glance from the woman as he smiled at her. What in Oblivion am I saying?

Misty gave a nod, shifting forward so he could bring his leg up, tucking his foot under his knee as he leaned back against the carriage side next to the back. She swallowed, sliding into the spot created by his legs in his lap and leaning back against his chest. She pulled the coat up, making sure that Hawke's legs were covered and glad that Nords were big people.


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Misty stood behind Sigaar with a frown as they neared Helgen, holding onto the back of his seat to keep her balance. The snow had cleared up just as suddenly as it started, leaving the sky looking blue and clear. Riding in Hawke's lap for the last, what her best guest was an hour and a half had been murder. Sure, she had been comfortable, but while her body was comfortable, her nerves were fried. She stifled a shiver at the not so distant memory of his hot breath on the back of her neck, gliding down her spine and ruffling the hair at the nape of her neck. She swallowed her hormones, glancing back at Hawke as he looked out at the scenery with his fist to his chin and his elbow propped up on the side of the carriage. The coat was still draped over his lap, where she had left it when she got up once the snow had stopped. She couldn't take sitting in his lap like that anymore and didn't care that it was still cold. Only her skin felt it, anyway. With the way her blood was pumping through her veins, the cold didn't matter. She took a deep breath, inhaling the cool, crisp air of the area outside of Helgen as she turned back to face forward, her eyes narrowed. Smoke rose up from the town that she knew was already destroyed by Alduin. The Black Dragon. The World Eater. She swallowed, feeling nervous about seeing a real dragon. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as the town grew closer. The horse whinnied, coming to a nervous stop as it became restless.

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"What's wrong?" he asked the steed, giving the reins a swift shake to try and get the horse moving again.

"What's going on?" Wolfe asked, getting to his feet to stand next to Misty.

"I don't know. She just stopped," Sigaar said, giving the horse another whip, "get on there."

Misty shook her head as she put her hand on his shoulder, "just wait and watch," she said, nodding toward the Helgen gates.

Wolfe gave her a raised eyebrow but turned his attention toward the town as a large, black mass rose from the town. It's black wings flapped hard, sending it up and blowing gusts of dirt and ash toward them.

"Alduin," Misty said, her voice almost too low for Wolfe to hear.

The Black horns on the top of it's head gave it the look of an angry dremora as it gave a great flap of it's giant wings, sending it to the sky overhead with a great roar. Wolfe's eyes widened as he ducked down, half afraid that the great thing would swoop down and take off with them.

"What in Oblivion?!?" Sigaar exclaimed, leaning back in his seat in a panic.

"Was that a dragon?!?" Hawke asked, getting to his feet to watch the great beast fly off toward Whiterun.

"We...we aren't going to hunt it down....are we?" Inigo asked, sounding as nervous as he felt.

Misty let out a sigh as she gave Sigaar a nod, "you can head for the gates, but none of us are going to like what's on the other side."


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 Hawke and Inigo pushed the gate open, allowing enough room for the carriage to go in, only for it to stop within a couple of yards of entering. Misty hopped down from the carriage after Wolfe and moved toward one of the burning buildings as flames flickered off what was left of it. She imagined the soundtrack "I don't want to set the world on fire" from Fallout 3 playing as she looked around the destroyed town and would have smiled at the thought, except there was nothing funny about the imaginings of the song echoing off the stone walls while buildings burned. She swallowed, the smell of burning wood, rubber, and hair turning her stomach. She put the back of her hand to her nose as her eyes settled on something curled up on the ground. It looked like a piece of burnt meat but it was too big. Her eyes widened when she noticed the charred imperial armor on the torso of the corpse...it was a corpse....The corpse of an imperial...a....corpse....She swallowed, putting her hand over her mouth as her eyes took in the wide open mouth, still trying to scream from the void. The empty eye sockets that were still wide in, what Misty could only assume to be, fear. She tried to keep the bile down but she couldn't hold it in anymore and bent in half, vomiting her breakfast onto the ground. Her hand shook as she wiped the corner of her mouth with the heel of her hand, trying to keep from looking at the burnt corpse again.

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"Are you alright?" Inigo asked, leaning down to look at her face as she leaned her hands on her knees.

She shook her head, "no," she said, her voice strained as her eyes started to move back to the corpse. She snapped her eyes shut and shook her head, "it's a corpse. It's a burnt...person...corpse..."

Inigo blinked at her before looking up at the burnt corpse, his nose wrinkling at the smell, "yes it is."

Misty swallowed another round of bile as her knees started to give out, "I need to sit," she said, starting to lower herself to the ground as the world started spin, "I need to sit."

Inigo helped her lower herself to the ground, keeping his hand on her arm to keep her grounded. He had never seen someone act in such a way at seeing a dead body. To most people, death was something they came across and dealt with daily.

"What's going on?" Hawke asked as he moved to kneel beside Inigo as he looked at Misty's paled face, "is she alright?"

Inigo shrugged, "I do not know. She said no but I don't know," he said, furrowing his brow at the strange woman.

Wolfe walked out of the keep, shaking his head as he made his way toward them, "there's nobody here. That's alive, anyway," he said, looking at Misty as he folded his arms over his chest, "is she doing okay?"

Inigo shrugged as he rubbed circles on Misty's back.

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"How did you know that dragon would fly up from here?" Wolfe asked as he stood in front of her with his arms crossed over his chest.

Misty looked up at him as she swallowed, licking her lips before speaking, "I told you I'm not from this world," she said, taking a few deep breaths and ignoring the churning of her stomach as she stood, with Inigo and Hawke's help, "where I'm from, none of this exists." She motioned around the destroyed Helgen, "none of this is real, where I'm from. It's just a game," she turned her eyes to the corpse still simmering a few feet away, "just a fucking game."

Hawke furrowed his brow at her, "wait, so, in your world, our world is a game? Like chesse?"



Misty shook her head, "no. Skyrim is a part of the Elder Scroll series of roleplaying video games that people all over the world play. And before you ask what a video game is, it's a crate or box with the center cut out that has moving pictures in it," she turned away from the corpse, "we have to go to Riverwood to warn them about Alduin's return and don't ask me how I know that because I'm not in the mood for answering questions right now, alright? I'm very freaked out and need to not be in this particular spot where there's death and burnt bodies and death and bad," she said, taking several deep breaths as her hands shook. She was trying to calm herself down but the smell of burning bodies and buildings was pushing her farther down into a panic. It was starting to get hard to breathe.

"Why don't we get you some water," Wolfe said, gently taking her shaking hand and placing his other hand on her lower back to help steady her as he lead her back toward the carriage. She crawled up into the back, sitting on the edge of the floor of the carriage as she leaned over, staring down at the ground with wide, panicked eyes. Wolfe frowned as he pulled a waterskin from his bag and held it out to her, "here, Misty. Take a few drinks of this and just breathe."

Misty's hands were still shaking as she took the waterskin from Wolfe, giving him a few quick nods before trying to uncork the container. Her hand kept slipping as she pulled on the cork with what little strength she still had, only to shake her head and hand it back to him, "I can't deal with this right now," she said, curling over her knees with her hands over her head.

Wolfe sighed, removing the cork without much effort as he hopped up to sit next to her, "so, this is a video game," he said, his voice soft as he looked back out of Helgen's gate. He took a drink of water, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye before licking the water reminants from his lips, "I'm assuming that you've...played this...game several times."



She nodded, lifting her head to look at the scenery beyond Helgen's gate, "I've logged hundred of thousands of hours on Skyrim and have done every quest I've come across, except the ones that conflict with one another. I've helped both the empire AND Ulfric become the major powers in Skyrim. I sided with both the Dawnguard and the vampires. I've been to every corner of Skyrim and Solstheim. Delved into caves and ruins that were so remarkable that you wouldn't believe it was a game. I've leveled out my character and every skill tree. I even collected all the Stones of Barenziah," she took a breath, looking down at her hands as she wrung them, "I'm what people in my world would call a completionist. I completely all the achievements for Skyrim before dowloading the mods. Modifications." She paused, trying to decide if she should tell Wolfe that he, Hawke, Inigo and most of the others they were going to come across were mods.

"You called Inigo a mod back in the Bee and Barb in Riften," he said, leaning his elbow on his knee as he looked at her, "what does that mean, exactly, Misty?"



She took another deep breath and closed her eyes, "Inigo in the best rated modification to the Skyrim world. He didn't, originally come with the game and, when his mod is turned off, he doesn't exist," she looked at Wolfe, her green eyes sad as she licked her lips, "most of the people that we'll take on as followers are likely to be mods and..." she couldn't bring herself to say it. Not to his face. His gorgeous, patient, seemingly understanding face. She lowered her eyes back to the ground and closed them, squeezing her hands together with her knees as she tried to stop thinking.

"Let me guess," he said, sitting up straight, "that includes Hawke and me."

She gave a couple of slow nods, feeling sick to her stomach, but for a whole different reason now.

Wolfe snorted, turning her confused attention up to him as he smirked, "you really think I'm going to believe that? That we're made up by some stranger in your world?" he said, hopping down from the carriage and moving away from it a little ways, "I mean, do I look like I was made by someone besides the Eight Devines?" he said, holding his hands out as he did a slow turn, stopping when he was facing her.

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Misty felt herself smile and actually started to giggle as he smirked at her and moved to stand in front of her.

"There's a smile," he said, holding the waterskin out to her. She took it as she looked at him with sparkling green eyes, "we may be mods in your world, Misty, but we're real here," he took her other hand in his and lifted her hand to his cheek, laying her palm against his roughly shaven skin as he looked her in the eyes, "I'm real."

Misty had a hard time breathing past the pounding of her own heart in her throat as she stared back into Wolfe's heated golden eyes. Oh my god, did it just get hot out here? she thought, swallowing past the lump in her throat. She could feel the muscles in his cheek as he smiled at her and had to keep from shivering as his fingers trailed down her forearm. She swallowed again and licked her lips, bringing his golden gaze to them. God just take me already!! she screamed in her head, make me your bitch. She furrowed her brow and blinked at the last thought. Woah! Okay inner self. Calm the fuck down.

Wolfe tilted his head, giving her a raised eyebrow as her facial expression changed, "what are you thinking?" he asked, trailing his other hand down her arm, only to have her yip and twitch away from him when he reached her armpit.

"Don't tickle," she said, pulling her hand away from his face to guard her armpits, "no tickling."

His lips slowly curved up into a deviant smirk, "you're ticklish, huh?"

Misty's eyes widened as she shook her head, "no. no no no no no. Wolfe," she warned, getting to her feet and back up in the carriage, "no Wolfe."

He grinned at her as he jumped into the carriage, stalking her back against the driver seat, "what's wrong, Misty? You look scared," he said, putting both hands against the back of the driver seat, blocking her in, "I'm not going to hurt you."

Misty snorted, "it's not the hurting I'm worried about," she grumbled, widening her eyes as she pointed behind him, "oh my god a troll!"

Wolfe turned quickly, ready to face the vile creature as she quickly crawled over the driver's seat and hopped down, running toward Hawke and Inigo while they talked with the carriage driver, like they would rescue her from the deviant man.

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Misty and the men waved goodbye to the carriage driver, having tried to get the carriage through, only to discover that the town was too destroyed to do that. Sigaar offered to drive them around High Harothgar to Whiterun, but Misty insisted that they continue on foot to Riverwood. Inigo agreed about warning the villagers, even if Hawke and Wolfe thought that taking the carriage was better, not to mention not as tiring.

"They don't have a carriage in Riverwood. You know that, right?" Wolfe said, glancing at Misty as they walked.
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"I know, but we have to tell them since they're the closest town to Helgen. Besides," she said, smiling as she turned to face forward, "there's a few quests there that intertwine with one another." She paused, glancing at Inigo, "we're going to go into a ruin and kill zombies."

Inigo swallowed as he stopped in shock, "Zeh...zombies?"


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The town of Riverwood was a quiet little town with a general store, a blacksmith, and an inn, not to mention a wood mill in the middle of the river that ran through the town. She smiled at the towns people as they went around their daily lives. She almost didn't want to tell anyone about the dragon, but knew that if she didn't, this town would be the only one that didn't prepare for the future war with this thing. She took a deep breath as they moved through the town, warning everyone they came across as they made their way to the inn. Hawke held the door for them, getting a thank you from Misty as she passed him. She smiled at the inside of the inn, feeling a squeal of excitement start to bubble up at being in the inn that plays a major part in the Dragonborn's quest. She felt her mouth stretch as she grinned around the room, getting a raised eyebrow from Inigo.

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"Why are you grinning so widely, my friend?" Inigo asked, tilting his head as he looked at her.

Misty shook her head, "this is the Sleeping Giant Inn," she said, getting a sigh from Wolfe.



"Does this have anything to do with your video games?" he asked, getting a chuckle from Hawke.

Misty narrowed her eyes at him before snorting, "shut the fuck up, Mod Boy," she growled, getting laughs from her friends as they moved toward one of the tables.

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Wolfe went to the bar to order drinks and get rooms, and to tell the innkeeper and merchant about Alduin, leaving Hawke, Misty and Inigo alone to plan their next adventure.

"So, once we get to Whiterun, we've gotta talk to Mallius or whatever the hell his name is," Misty said, backwards on the bench to put her elbows on the table as she leaned back against it.

"Why do you say hell when you should say Oblivion?" Inigo asked, turning her attention to him.

"Where I'm from, there is no Oblivion. It's Heaven and Hell," she said with a shrug, "and it rolls off the tongue weird for me to say holy oblivion, instead of holy hell."

Inigo gave her a grin, "I kind of like that. Holy hell," he said, making her chuckle.

"Feel like converting to christianity, do ya Ini?" she asked, getting a head shake from the blue cat.

"I do not know what that is," Inigo said with a shrug.

Misty sighed, rubbing her forehead for a moment before shaking her head, "I'm not going to get into it more than, it's a religion in my world. We don't have eight or nine gods like y'all do here," she said, giving a jump as the merchant, Orgnar, gave a holler.



"Helgen was attacked by a dragon!?!" he exclaimed, bringing everyone's attention to him.

"Helgen attacked by a dragon?" a blonde woman said as she moved out from one of the rooms, "that's rediculas."



"It's true," Wolfe said, standing a little straighter as the woman approached him, "we watched the creature fly out of Helgen as we approached."

Misty watched the woman, Delphine, as she stood glaring up at Wolfe. "Well, if that's the case, what are you doing here when you should be telling Jarl Balgruuf in Whiterun."
Misty rolled her eyes. If only she knew, she thought, getting to her feet and moving to stand between Delphine and Wolfe. "We will. There's just something we need to do first that'll save everyone a lot of time and energy," she said, getting the glare turned on her.

"And who are you?" Delphine asked, folding her arms over her chest.

Misty just smiled at her and tilted her head slightly, "someone who knows enough about you and Skyrim to bare it to the ground. So, why don't you do everyone a favor, honey, and come on down off your high horse before someone shoots you down." Delphine stared at her with her mouth agape as Misty turned to Wolfe, "these our drinks?" she asked, taking two of the mugs before walking back toward Hawk and Inigo.

Wolfe gave Delphine an apologetic half hearted smile before grabbing the last two mugs and following Misty, "what in Oblivion was that?" he asked, furrowing his brow at her.

Misty shrugged, snagging one of the mugs from him, "I have a problem with people that get aggressive toward my friends when thEY HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING!" she snarled, glaring at Delphine as the woman sneered at her.

Wolfe watched her down half her mead with surprised eyes before smiling and shaking his head, "I'm not a child that needs your protection, woman," he said, stepping close to her with a deviant grin as he held the mug out to Inigo, who took it with confused eyes.

Misty licked the mead from her lips and she watched him with narrow eyes, "what're you doing?" she asked, her voice sounding as suspicious as she looked.

He shrugged, "nothing," he said before swiftly moving forward and grabbing her sides, tickling her.

She screamed, dancing away from him as Hawke quickly grabbed her drink before it spilled and moved back to sit back down. "Goddamnit Wolfe! I said no!" she snarled, her eyes going wide as he clawed his hands and grinned at her. "Noooooooo. Nah!" she squeaked before running away from him, putting the stand alone chairs, and their occupants, between her and him, "fucker, stay back or I'll..."

"You'll what, princess? You don't have a blade or magic," Wolfe said, giving her a wolfish grin.

She snorted, folding her arms over her chest as she stood straight, "I could know magic, you don't know," she muttered, getting a chuckle from one of the men sitting in one of the chairs.

"You said you don't," Hawke hollered across the inn, getting a glare from the woman.

"Shut up, Hawke! You're not helping!" she hollered back, only to get a grin and a raised mug in salute from the blonde imperial.

Wolfe gave her a grin as he stepped to the side, "there's no where to escape, woman," he growled, getting a snort from the woman as she moved with him.

"There's plenty of escape," she said, widening her eyes and pointing behind him, "ohmygod it's an atronach!"

Wolfe blinked before turning to look...again, letting Misty slip past him to run for the door. Hawke stood, catching her before she could make it and get the door open.

"I got her," Hawke said, lifting her over his shoulder as she gave a yelp.

"Damn it! Fucking manimals. Put me down!" she said, grabbing onto one of the beams to keep him from carrying her off.

Inigo rocked back in his seat as he laughed, getting a glare from the woman.

"Don't just sit there, Inigo, fucking help me," she growled, her grip slipping as Hawke gave a quick jerk, making her yelp as he moved away from anything she could grab onto, "damn it."

"I could rescue you, princess," a deep voice said from the far corner.

Hawke turned to face the man, making Misty click her tongue in annoyance, "I can't see him. Turn around you jerk," she growled, turning enough to smack Hawke in the back of the head. "I'm not a princess. Wolfe's just an ass and is making fun of my determination to be High Queen of Skyrim."

Delphine scoffed from behind the counter, "YOU want to be High Queen of Skyrim? Don't make me laugh," she said, stopping her sweeping long enough to look at Misty as Hawke let her slide from his shoulder to the floor, "you really think that either the Empire or the Stormcloaks will let someone else claim the title of High King?"

Misty smirked at Delphine as she folded her arms over her chest and put all her weight on her right foot, cocking her hip to the side, "I don't plan on giving them the opportunity to stop me. Besides," she said, nodding toward Hawke, Inigo and Wolfe, "I'd like to see them try with my boys there."

Wolfe furrowed his brows as Hawke cleared his throat and went back to drinking his mead.

"I appreciate the confidence you have in us, my friend, but I do not think we can take on the Empire and Stormcloak army," Inigo said, giving Misty an apologetic frown.

"Whadda'ya talkin' about, Ini?" Misty asked, moving to lean over, looking at him with upset green eyes, "you guys rock bigger than KISS in the sixties."



"I do not know what KISS is, nor what rock is or the sixties," Inigo said, getting a sigh from the woman.

"Alright boys," she said, walking to the counter and snagging a stool before dragging it over to them and sitting on the stool, "pop a squat and lemme tell you a little more about my world because not knowing, at least, the music, is just not going to do."

"Are you going to sing for us, my friend?" Inigo asked, his ears perking up and turning toward her.

Misty blinked, "what? Wait, no no no no no. I am NOT going to sing," she said, shaking her head and waving her hands in front of her.

"I wouldn't mind hearing you sing a little," Wolfe said, taking a seat next to Hawke and leaning back against the table.

Misty snorted, "I'm not singing," she said, folding her arms over her chest and crossing her legs.

"What if I said please?" Hawke asked, giving her that smile that would make her do anything....except sing for them at that moment.

Misty ran her tongue over her eye-tooth before shaking her head, "no. No. You aren't allowed to give me that smile with that face and expect me to do whatever you want me to do," she said, twirling her finger at him, "no. I refuse to be a fucking puppet on your strings, puppeteer."

He just sat, giving her a roguish smirk as he lifted his mug to his lips, watching her over the rim as she frowned at him. 

"What if I made the request?" a higher male voice asked as a man with with dark hair with a red headband pulled a chair over to sit amongst her and her friends.

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Misty glanced over the new man, instantly knowing who it was by the red headband and sideways brushed hair. She shook her head, "sorry, cupcake, but I'm not much of a singer."

"So, are you saying you can't sing?" a dark elf asked, standing at the nord's shoulder with his arms crossed over his chest.

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 She frowned, narrowing her eyes at him, "I never said that. I just said that I don't sing," she said with a shrug, "I just don't sing...in front of people."

"You get stage fright?" Inigo asked, sounding surprised, "no way."

Misty clicked her tongue as she glared at the strangely colored cat, "it's not uncommon."

"But I can't see YOU, of all people, getting stage fright," Wolfe said, grinning at her glare.

"Well, I do, okay," she said, tilting her head as she looked at him, "maybe after we get to know one another more, I'll feel more comfortable about singing about y'all, but until then, stop asking."

"What if I sing with you?" Inigo offered, getting a head shake from the woman.

"Nah. I'd still feel self conscious about it," she said, glancing at a large high elf man as he took a seat on the edge of the fire pit.

"So, what kind of songs do you sing in your home land?" Sirius, the man with the bandana around his head, asked, leaning forward in his chair.

Misty shrugged, "well, there's pop, hip hop, rock, country, R&B..." she paused at the blank stares of confusion she was getting from the men sitting around her and smiled, "different genre's of music."

"So, when you said rock, what is that?" Inigo asked, tilting his head as the ears on the top of his head turned fully toward her. 

"Well..."

And thus began her explanation of music genre's in our time. I'm not going to write her explaining it because she ends up talking well into the night. 


Misty yawned as she finished explaining popping, locking and dropping, the conversation having turned from music to dancing at some point during her hip hop and pop explanation.

"If you're tired, we can continue this in the morning," Caladh said, getting to his feet from the bench seat he had opted to take while listening to her talk. 

 "That'd be great," she said, sliding off the stool and stretching as she growled. It was one of those good stretches that you don't ever want to come out of. She yawned again, wiping the tired tears from under her eyes as Hawke, Wolfe, and Inigo stood.

"I'll show you the room we've got," Wolfe said, getting a nod from the tired woman.



She followed without a second thought except that she was really really tired. She could hear Hawke and Inigo talking to the other men, probably making plans for tomorrow, she thought as Wolfe motioned toward one of the beds. She blinked, furrowing her brow at the two beds before turning to look at him, "why only two beds?"

Wolfe shrugged, "they only have a few beds here so, we're sharing," he said, making her sigh and shake her head.

"I'm not sharing with you," she said, taking the bracers and shin and knee guards off and sliding them under the bed to keep them out of the way.

"You're not taking the curass off?" Wolfe asked, tilting his head in confusion as Misty started to get into the bed.

Misty snorted, giving him a glare over her shoulder, "you'd like that, wouldn't you? Fucking perv," she growled.

"Armor is really uncomfortable to sleep in, that's why I asked," he said with a shrug, "plus, it chafes."

Misty sighed and turned, raising her arms up as she glared at him, "fine, but I don't know how to get the damn thing off."

Wolfe smirked and shook his head as he moved forward and took hold of the armor at her shoulders, "you really don't know anything about armor, do you?"

Misty rolled her eyes, "help me or leave. I'm very tired and you're just making me angry with the words that you speak," she said, making him chuckle as he pulled on the curass.

He lifted, having a hard time getting it off since it seemed to be a couple sizes too small for her. He clicked his tongue, having to use all his strength to pull.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Misty complained, making him growl at her in frustration.

"What now?" he asked, looking down at where he thought her head was.

"My shirt's riding up. At this rate, I'm going to lose it," she said, bringing his eyes, slowly, down her body to the pale skin of her middrift that was exposed.

He tilted his head, a crooked smile turning his lips as he moved back a pace to get a better look at her. She wasn't thin and scrawny like most towns women but she wasn't as large as a noble woman would be. Her waist curved from her ribs into her wide hips that disappeared into a pair of strange trousers made of an even stranger material. His eyes moved over her stomach, slightly rounded from having never missed a meal, with soft looking skin. He licked his lips, fighting the urge to touch her soft flesh before turning his attention back to the curass in his hands. "Don't worry about that. Let's just get the curass off of you first," he said, a little relieved that his voice sounded normal as he gave a jerk, pulling her ample chest, shoulders and head free from the leather armor.

Misty breathed a sigh of relief, pulling her shirt down to cover her stomach as she blushed slightly, knowing that being a bigger woman in this olde time meant that she was rich, which she was so far from. "Thanks, Wolfe," she said, turning back to the bed as she crawled into it and pulled the blanket up over her shoulders, "just put the curass under the bed, please."

Wolfe nodded, sliding the curass under the bed with the rest of her armor before looking at her. Her back was turned to the room, putting her face toward the wall. He let out a calming breath as he stood and lay down on the bed across from her's. He swallowed, watch her as her breathing became shallow and steady. He lay back with his hand under his head as he stared up at the ceiling, his mind going to the pale, soft, smoothe flesh of her stomach as he imagined what the rest of her body looked and felt like. He licked his lips, stifling the desire mounting in his groin as he turned away from her. I think I know what I'm going to dream about tonight, he thought with a smirk as he closed his eyes for the night.

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"My friend, you must wake up. It is past morning," a low, growly voice interupted her dreams of sitting on the beach with a tall, sexy, tanned, muscular auburned thief with a scottish accent.

Misty groaned as someone gently shook her, waving her hand around her head to try and get them to leave her alone.

"Misty, come on. If you don't get up, we will be left behind," the voice said as whoever it was shook her.

Misty gave a low growl, rolling halfway to glare up at a blue cat with one open eye, "what the fuck."

Inigo gave her a smile, "I know you are sleeping well, my friend, but the others are already gathering outside."

She snorted and rolled back over, jerking the blanket up over her head, "go away," she whined, snuggling beneath the blanket, "that was the best nights sleep ever and I plan to get back to it."

Inigo sighed before moving away from the bed. She let out a relieved breath through her nose and started to drift back down into la la land when someone entered the room and the blanket was jerked off of her. Instantly she sat up, glaring at the tall, rugged high elf through a veil of mussed strawberry blonde hair. "What the actual fuck?" she snarled, as he tossed the blanket onto the opposite bed, "what the actual fuck do you think you're doing!?! You don't fucking wake someone up by pulling the blanket like that you son of a bitch. What the living hell is wrong with you?" she shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, "it's fucking freezing you horse's ass!"



He watched her scream at him with an unamused expression and his large arms folded over his chest, as if anything and everything she said didn't phase him. When he thought she was finished, and the only thing she was doing was sitting curled up on the bed with her arms around herself, glaring at him, he moved forward, picking the armor up off the floor and putting it on the foot of the bed. He looked at her then, wearing a strangely made tunic with words on it with her redish blonde hair falling out of the ponytail and into her angry green eyes. He smiled at her before turning to leave the room, "Wolfe told me to warn you that if you don't come out in a few minutes he's coming to get you," he said, his deep voice surprising her slightly as he turned to smile at her over his broad shoulders, "and to tell you he won't fall for the same trick a third time."

Misty snorted, glaring at his back as he left the room. She took a few deep breaths, the weight of what he said starting to wake her up a little more before she sighed and slid to the edge of the bed. She stared down at her booted feet and sighed, remembering that she hadn't taken them off the night before because she was just too tired to deal with trying to jerk them off. She grabbed the curass and slid her arms into it, struggling to get the hard leather down her body. She let out a relieved breath as he head made it through the head hole, taking a few deep breaths before moving onto the bracers and leg guards.


 "About time," Wolfe growled, giving her a smirk as she shot him a glare. He pushed away from the porch railing and turned to trot down the steps, "I was going to check on you if you didn't come out when you did."

Misty sneered at him as she stumbled down the steps and fell against Wolfe's back. "Damn it," she grumbled, using the straps on his armor to get herself standing again, "who the hell invented mornings? I'd like to introduce them to a bullet to the brain."

Wolfe chuckled as he lead her to the group that was standing outside the Riverwood Trader, "you're really not much of a morning person, are you?"

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Misty gave him a sideways glare as she yawned, "fuck no!"

"Misty, we were starting to get worried about you," Hawke said, giving the angry looking woman a smile.

"That was the best night's sleep with the most amazing dream I've had since being here and you assholes woke me up," she snarled, waving her hand out as she marched past them.

Sirius and Caladh exchanged a glance as Hawke, Wolfe and Inigo just smiled.

"Is this a normal thing?" Sirius asked, nodding toward Misty as Hawke helped her tighten her bracers.

Inigo nodded, "I am afraid so. She is not much for mornings," he said with a chuckle, "but she is a really good person. You will not regret being her friend, for sure."

The three new men glanced at one another before turning their attention to the strange woman muttering to herself. She let out an annoyed sigh as Hawke finished helping her with her bracers before turning to glare at everyone.

"We need to get some supplies before we go to Whiterun, just in case we run into trouble," Hawk said, getting a head shake from the woman.

"We're going to Bleak Falls Barrow first," she said, turning toward the door to the Riverwood Trader.

"But we need to warn Whiterun about the Dragon," Inigo said, the ears on the top of his head lay back against his head as he gave her sad kitty eyes.

If she wasn't still agitated she might have given him a hug, but she was annoyed and tired, "trust me when I say we're better off going to Bleak Falls barrow NOW as opposed to when Farengar sends us later. This'll save us time and energy," she said, pushing the door open.

The men exchanged a glance before following the strange woman into the traders.



"I said NO! No adventures, no theatrics, NO THIEF CHASING!" the man behind the counter growled at a woman.

She clicked her tongue and folded her arms over her chest as she glared at him.

"Excuse me," Misty said, bringing the merchant and the woman's attention to her, "is there a problem?"



The man cleared his throat, giving the woman a glare, "we'll talk about this later," he said as he turned to give her and her followers a smile, "welcome to the Riverwood Trader. How can I help you folks."

Misty moved up to the counter, "we need some supplies for a journey and I would like to know, if you don't mind, what you two were arguing about."

He cleared his throat, "oh, you heard that, did ya?"

Sirius scoffed, "I'm surprised the rest of Skyrim didn't with how loud you were," he said, getting a coy smile from the merchant.

"So, what's got your knickers in a twist, my friend?" Misty asked, leaning on the counter as Wolfe and Caladh glanced over the Merchant's wares.

"Well, ya see, there was a....break-in. But we still have plenty of stock to sell. Robbers were only after the ornament I had," Lucan said, glaring at Hawk as the woman smiled at him.

"What was the ornament?" Caladh asked, turning his attention to the merchant with those dark lavender eyes.

"A solid gold dragon claw. The theives ran off toward Bleak Falls Barrow about two days ago. It's probably lost or melted down, by now," Lucan said as Wolfe set a few things on the counter.

"We'll keep an eye out for it in our travels, for ya," Misty said, giving Lucan a smile.

"Really? That would be swell. If you find it and bring it back, I've got some gold coming in. It's yours if you can do that," He said, looking both happy and skeptical as Wolfe bought the supplies and started to pack them in his pack.


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They left Riverwood, crossing over the stone bridge and heading for Bleak Falls Barrow.

Caladh had moved up to walk beside Misty as she laughed at something Hawke said. He cleared his throat to get her attention.



"Yeeeeeees?" Mist said, getting a chuckle from Hawke at her strange tone of voice.

"How did you know that that merchant's ornament would be in Bleak Falls Barrow?" Caladh asked, his english, dark elf voice rough as he looked at her with narrowed dark lavender eyes.

Misty sighed, "it's complicated and a bit of a story, but I'll tell you guys when we're done with the Barrow, alright?"

He watched her for a moment before glancing back at the others that followed them, "if you wish."

"I do," she said, slowing her pace slightly, "why don't you guys....go on ahead."

Hawke gave her a raised eyebrow as Wolfe stepped up next to her, "what's going on?"

"Misty wants us to go ahead of her," Hawke said with his arms folded over his chest.

Wolfe sighed and scratched his chin, "so, what's ahead that you don't want to fight?"

Misty shrugged, "a wolf around the next corner," she said, sounding coy.

Sirius let out a loud laugh, "is that what you're scared of? A wolf?" he asked, walking past them with his hand on the hilt of his great sword, "stand back and let me take care of this."

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Caladh watched Sirius walk ahead, drawing his great sword as the sound of a wolf snarl sounded. He turned his gaze to her as Sirius jumped back, avoiding the wolf's attack with ease before bringing the blade down on the wolf's neck, slicing it clean off.

A scream broke from Misty's mouth, before she could stop it, at seeing an animal decapitated right before her eyes. She covered her mouth, feeling like an idiot as Sirius gave her a raised eyebrow, lifting the blade back into it's harness on his back.

"What in Oblivion was that?" Riordan asked, giving her confused amber eyes.

Misty gave a nervous laugh, waving her hand, "well...it was....just....well, you know....things and....stuff...Ahem" she swallowed, shuffling her feet nervously before taking a breath and giving them a smile, "shall we go?" She turned, walking past the confused Sirius and the...decapitated wolf laying at his feet. Stupid, stupid, stupid. This is your life now. Stop screaming everytime someone kills something. It wasn't that she hadn't seen animals killed before, she had gone hunting a couple of times with her uncles and cousins, but to see an animal just...decapitated with such force and violence. She took a deep breath, licking her lips as Inigo appeared beside her, leaning forward to look her in the face.

"Are you alright, my friend? You seemed a little...shocked," Inigo asked, giving her a gentle smile.

She smiled back, "I am. I wasn't expecting a decapitation to be so..."

"Violent?" Hawke offered, getting a nod from the woman.

"Yeah," she said, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Well, get use to it, princess. That's what life in this...video game, is like," Wolfe said, holding a short sword out to her.

"What's that?" she asked, getting an eye roll from the man.

"A sword. You're going to need one to fight," he said as she took it.



It was heavier than you would expect it to be, then again...she glanced at the muscles rippling under Wolfe's skin as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder. Her eyes turned to Hawke as he stretched before glancing back at Riordan and Sirius, who were laughing with one another. It's hard to think anything's heavy when someone with muscles holds it. She took a deep breath, tying the sword to her hip as best she could. Her pants pulled down at the weight of it, slightly exposing her hip to the chilly air and making her shiver.
"I have no clue how to use a sword," she said, putting her hand on the hilt, "you just...pull it out and swing it, right?" She burst out laughing, realizing her own joke and the irony of asking a group of men about swinging a sword. Sword being the key word.

Wolfe seemed to catch onto the joke and smirked at her, "I could show you how to use a sword, but it might need a little polishing first."

Misty laughed, giving him a smack on the arm, "you're aweful," she said as he laughed, playfully shoving her.

"You started it," he growled as she stumbled a couple of paces and fell on her ass. He gave her an apologetic smile as he rubbed the back of his head, "sorry princess."

Misty waved it off, laughing as she took Sirius's offered hand and got to her feet.



"You're not very strong, are you?" the blue eyed nord asked, giving her a half smile as he held her hand.

Misty snorted, jerking her hand from his, "I'm strong enough," she said, glaring up at him as she poked him in the chest, "I could kick your ass any day."

Sirius chuckled, slapping his hand down, hard, on her shoulder, causing her to grunt at the impact, "you've got fire, I like that," he said, making her blush slightly.

She clicked her tongue, shoving his large, well muscled arm off her shoulder, which took more effort that she was willing to admit, "go fuck yourself," she growled, getting another chuckle from the nord as she turned and lead them up the mountain.


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About an hour later, because Misty kept tripping over, what seemed like, every fucking rock, they crouched behind a huge boulder. Misty had warned them about the three bandits that were in the watchtown up ahead and since she seemed to be right the last several times she warned them about danger, they decided to listen to her. Wolfe sneered at the bandits as two of them seemed to stand at the end of the bridge to the stone watchtower, talking.

"I only see two," Inigo said, sitting back on his heels as he glanced at Misty, "are you sure there are three?"

Misty clicked her tongue, dropping down into a squatted position as she narrowed her eyes at the blue cat, "I've played this quest so many times I can practically do it in my sleep," she hissed, getting a snort from the dark elf.

"If you've already done it, then why are we hiding behind this boulder?" Caladh asked, his deep gravelly voice annoyed.

Misty rolled her eyes, "remember that complicated thing I was going to tell you, what I just said pertains, sortof, to that. I haven't actually done it for real," she said, leaning up to look again, "but there are only three. The two there and then the leader is up in the town along with a chest that has some gold in it."

"How do you know that when you said you haven't fought them?" Riordan asked, tilting his head as he looked at her with confused cream colored eyes.

Misty sighed and shook her head, "later. Right now, we need to get rid of those bandits to continue. I don't want to run the rest of the way up this mountain."

Sirius snickered into his glove, "you'd run from those milk drinkers?"

Misty snorted, leaning forward to glare at the nord man around the dark elf, "fuck you skippy."

"Well, what're we waiting for?" Wolfe asked, flipping the dagger around in his hand as he grinned, "let's kick it, as you would say."

Misty couldn't help but smile at that and started to rise, only for Hawke to pull her back down, "ouch, what?"

"You stay here," he said as Inigo rose and shot the first arrow.

"What?!? Why?" she exclaimed before thinking for a second. She snapped her mouth shut and nodded, lowering her eyes to the ground in defeat.

"That's a good girl," he said as Sirius gave a roar of attack and leapt over the boulder, running at the bandits while pulling his great sword from his back.

Misty sighed as the men took off for the watch tower, wishing that she could join them, while glad that she didn't have to. I would just be in the way away, she thought with a sad sigh. She stood, the archer having been taken down before the men filed into the watch tower, and went to the archer, taking the dead man's bow and quiver. She shook the vacant look of death on the dead man's face from her mind, thinking that if they hadn't killed the mann first, he would have killed them. She swallowed and licked her lips before a loud holler snapped her attention up to the watch tower. She pulled the quiver and bow over her head, tightening the strap of the quiver as she ran for the bridge. She ran into the tower, her heart beating against her ribs as she climbed the steps, skipping several in the process before turning the corner to see the Bandit leader standing over Inigo, who was hanging onto the edge of the walkway. Her eyes widened at how massive the bandit was and she could hear fighting coming from the inside of the tower. There was only supposed to be three, she thought, removing the bow from her body and taking an arrow from the quiver on her back. Her hands shook as she nocked the arrow and pulled back, aiming at the bandit that stood over Inigo. She could see the man, an Orc, grinning down at her favorite feline before placing his foot on Inigo's fingers and pressing down. Her hands and arm shook, partially from not being use to using a bow and partially from knowing that she had to kill this man. The sound of metal on metal rang in her ears and she swallowed.



"AHHH!" Inigo's pain filled, panicked voice turned her eyes toward him, desperately trying to hang on, despite his fingers getting crushed.

It was like someone had pressed mute on what was going on around her, leaving only the pounding of her own heart as she let out a calming breath, raising the arrow to aim a little above his head, pulling the string of the bow back as far as she could, the limbs of the bow groaning against the strain. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out, like she would when firing a gun, before releasing the arrow. Everything seemed to slow as the arrow flew, moving toward the orc as he lifted his warhammer above his head, ready to strike Inigo. As if the world was back to normal, the arrow shot through the Orc's helmet, penetrating through his skull to the other side, stopping his motion. He stood for a moment before the body fell to the side, toppling off the walkway to the ground below. She stood completely still, her eyes wide and unseeing as Riordan cut down the last bandit. Sirius leaned down, helping pull Inigo back onto the walkway before looking over the edge and giving a low whistle.

"Nice," the nord said, turning to give Misty a smile.

She blinked, her entire body shaking both from adrenaline and nerves as she slowly lowered the bow to her side before dropping it to the ground.

"That was an amazing shot, my friend. If it were not for you, I would probably be dead right now," Inigo's words of praise didn't make the churning in her stomach stop.

She nodded a few times before the bile started to rise from her stomach. I just killed someone, she thought. Sirius was grinned at her as he moved to slap her on the shoulder...or he would have. Misty turned, falling to her knees as she vomitted over the side of the walkway. "Oh God," she groaned, trying to calm the shaking, "I just killed someone. I just fucking killed someone!"

"Yeah and it was amazing!" Sirius said, grinning down at her as she shook her head.

"I just fucking killed someone," she said, failing to keep her body from shaking.

"Misty, it's alright," Hawke said, kneeling down beside her and placing his hand gently on her back, "you did what you had to do."

Misty took a dew deep breaths before looking at him, the warmth from his hand helping calm her, "I should have listened to you, Hawke. I'm sorry," she said, sitting back on her feet as she took a few more deep breaths. She glanced toward the men standing on the walkway before smiling, "that was a pretty wicked shot though, huh?"

"If wicked means amazing, then yes it was," Riordan said as he looked over the edge of the walkway, looking down at the body with a smirk.

"I wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for you, my friend," Inigo said, offering his hand to help her to her feet.

Misty took his hand, snagging the bow from the ground before getting to her feet, "it was so surreal. I mean, I just heard you holler and reacted without thinking. It was..." she paused, glancing toward the edge where Inigo had been hanging before frowning, "nobody fucks with my friends and lives."

Inigo chuckled and gave her a nod, "I am glad I am your friend then," he said, motioning her toward the exit of the watchtower as she pulled the bow over her head.

"Why did killing someone upset you so much?" Caladh asked, moving to walk beside her as he sheathed his dagger in his belt.

Misty took a deep breath, walking across the bridge and stopping under the tree there, "where I'm from you don't have this level of violence a lot like you do here and that was my first time killing someone," she said, folding her arms over herself as the cold swept over her. She could pretend that the shiver was from the cold and not her nerves being shocked like they were.

Hawke walked out of the watchtower with a cloak draped over his arm. He placed it over Misty's shoulders, getting a thankful nod from the woman as she pulled it tight around her.

"Whelp, let's get going," she said, not bothering to wait for the men before walking away.

"By the way, there were more than three bandits," Caladh said, getting an eyeroll from the woman.

"Yeah, I noticed that," Riordan said, getting a playful slap on the back from Sirius.

"That was the best part!" Sirius said, getting a nod of agreement from Riordan and Wolfe.

"Here's to Misty's visions being wrong again!" Wolfe cried, getting a loud roaring cheer from Riordan and Sirius.

Misty sighed and shook her head, "you guys are block heads."

"To being block heads!" Inigo cried, followed by another loud, roaring cheer from the three men.

Misty couldn't help but laugh with everyone as they continued to the Barrow, the man she had killed almost forgotten.

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 Misty stayed back, already having had her fill of fighting and killing people. She covered her eyes as Sirius cut down another bandit before stepping back to be back to back with Riordan as the two grinned at their next opponents before rushing forward, swinging their great swords around. Blood sprayed from their blades, spattering the stone pillars around them.

Wolfe leapt back, avoiding the attack of a swift khajiit before bolting forward, bringing both his blades up, penetrating up under the cat's ribs, instantly killing the feline before he gave the body a kick, removing it from his blades. He flipped his daggers around in his hands before turning, severing the next bandit's arm, ripping a scream from the attacker before he was silenced by Hawke removing his head from his body. Caladh turned, cutting a bandit across the stomach before the man burst into flames, screaming bloody murder before an arrow appeared in the man's back, killing him instantly. Another twang from Inigo's bow dropped a bandit about to hit Sirius in the back of the head. Misty stepped back, bumping into something that didn't feel like a stone pillar. She swallowed, slowly looking over her shoulder, like they do in horror movies. Her eyes widened at the rough looking nord man grinning down at her before he wrapped his arms around her, jerking her back as she screamed, instantly stopping the fighting as he held his dagger to her throat.

 "Let go you ape!" she growled, wincing as the blade pressed harder into her throat.

"Drop your weapons or the woman loses her head," he said, his breath hot and smelling heavily of ale.

Hawke held his hand out as he glanced at the others.

"Take it easy," Riordan said, lowering his blade to the ground.

Wolfe gave a frustrated growl as he flipped his blades around his hands before dropping them to the ground, "you hurt a hair on her head I'll cut your head from your neck," he snarled through bore teeth.

The bandit turned his face into her neck, taking a deep breath before growling, "you smell nice, lady."

Misty clicked her tongue, narrowing her eyes as she glared at the man out of the corner of her eyes, "oh hell ta the nah nah nah," she growled, turning her eyes to Inigo as he started to lower his bow to the ground. She subtlely shook her head, getting a confused blink from the cat as she tilted her head slightly toward the bandit's head. Please understand, Inigo, she prayed.

Inigo's eyes shifted to the bandit before looking back as her as he squeezed his bow and thought about what to do. He licked his lips and swallowed, calculating how long it would take to draw an arrow and shoot it at the bandit's head.

"Put the bow down, cat," the bandit closest to him growled, causing him to glance at the woman.

He let out a slow breath before giving Misty apologetic eyes and lowering the bow to the ground.

She let out a disappointed sigh before shaking her head, "don't worry about it, Ini," she said, before giving the disarmed men a smirk, "I got this."

The bandit holding her chuckled, "and what do you think yo..." he didn't get to finish before she planted her elbow in his gut, thankful that he was wearing hide armor as he stumbled back.

She turned, bringing her leg up to kick him in the head, spinning him around before he fell to the ground. She walked around him, kicking his sword away from him before giving him a swift kick to the head, knocking him unconscious. She took a deep breath, brushing the loose hair from her face as she turned just in time to give a yelp as she stumbled back, barely avoiding the man's attack. She tripped over the bandit nord's body, falling to the ground as the bandit attacking her moved forward again, bringing their sword up for an attack. She closed her eyes and covered her head, mentally preparing for the blow before she heard the twang of a bow string and the bandit grunt before toppling over on top of her. She grunted against the sudden weight before struggling to crawl out from under the large man. She breathed a sigh of relief once she was out from under him, and got to her feet.

"Are you alright, Misty?" Inigo asked as he slid his bow over his body and came to her.

She nodded, "yeah, I'm good," she said, looking down at the dead bandit and swallowing. The sight of the recently killed bandits turned her stomach, but she didn't have much left in there to vomit up. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out before standing straight. "So....that was fun."

Sirius gave a triumphant laugh as he grinned, "yes it was."

Wolfe and Riordan checked the bodies for coins and loot that could be easily carried as Caladh drank down a health potion.

"That was...impressive, that fighting style you did to escape that bandit," Hawke said, giving her a smile.

Misty shrugged, "I took a couple of self defense classes when I moved into the city. I was worried I'd get attack at night on my way home from work," she folded her arms over her chest as she looked down at the bandit on the ground, "who wouldda guessed that I would have to fall into a game to use that knowledge."

"Well, it was remarkable either way," Hawke said as Wolfe and Riordan stood straight from their looting.

"Are we ready to go in?" Sirius said, looking eager for more fighting.

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Misty nodded as they moved up the steps to the barrow's doors. She took a deep breath as Sirius started to shove the doors open, grabbing onto his arm to keep him from doing just that. "There's like two bandits on the far end of the hall, or should be. We're going to sneak in, quietly, and surprise them," she said, getting a groan from the tall nord.

"Do we have to?" he grumbled, getting an annoyed glare from the woman.

"What if you're wrong, again?" Caladh asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek before giving a sigh, "if I'm wrong and there's more than two, we'll just release our boy Sirius here on the mother fuckers," she said, giving Sirius's arm a smack. She winced, shaking out the slight pain in her hand from smacking his arm, "shit, bra. What the hell are you made of, steel?"

Sirius chuckled, "a pretty girl like you doesn't have to flatter me so much to get a night in my bed. Just ask," he said, grinning at her before pushing the doors open slightly and disappearing in, leaving a gaping Misty to stare after him with wide eyes and a red face.

"Your mouth stays open any longer, my friend, and you will catch flies," Inigo said, snapping her mouth shut as the sound of his voice.

She snorted, giving the grinning khajiit a glare before following Sirius into the Barrow.


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 Inigo's bow made quick work of the two bandits at the other end of the room, leaving a disappointed Sirius to tap them with the toe of his boot.

"I was hoping there were more," he said with a sigh as he watched Wolfe rifle through the one of the bandits' pants for loot.

"There are more farther in the barrow," Misty said, kneeling in front of the chest and starting to pick the lock.

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"Do we really have time for you to try picking that lock?" Hawke asked, getting an annoyed glare from the woman.

She snorted and turned back to the lock, concentrating on unlocking it. *Click* She gave him a superior grin before flipping the lid open. She smiled at the contents, tying the coin pouch to her belt before picking up the lockpicks and steel war axe, feeling the weight of the axe as she stood, "hey Wolfe, Hawke, y'all need any lockpicks?" They shook their heads as she turned to Inigo, "Inigo, you need any?"

Inigo shook his head, "thank you but I do not at the moment," he said, sliding his arm through his bow.

She slipped the lockpicks in the stachel on her hip before turning the axe in her hand, smiling slightly at the feel of it, "this is nice," she said, putting it in Riordan's hand as he inspected it.

"It's alright," he said, handing it back before heading for the hall that lead farther into the burrow.

She sighed, resting it on her shoulder as she followed the high elf, "well, you use two handed weapons so...yeah."

"Compelling arguement," Caladh said as he walked beside her.

Misty clicked her tongue, "jerk," she grumbled, getting a chuckle from the high elf at the front of the party.


The barrow was darker than Misty expected and she had tripped a few times while they moved through the halls. I should have paid more attention to the ground as I was playing, she thought, furrowing her brows and squinting her eyes at the dark ground, and kept my brightness turned down. She tripped again, giving a small yelp as she reached out to grab onto something. She ended up grabbing onto Caladh's cape and almost pulled him down backwards. She gave him an apologetic smile as he readjusted his armor and cape, glaring at her with a sneer before turning back toward the front. She let out a sigh, putting her hand on the wall to keep her balance, which didn't last long. She tripped again, stumbling forward a couple of steps as she cursed, "goddamnit," she hissed, glaring at the ground, "didn't the ancient nords know about smooth, level ground?"


"Here, take my hand so you don't fall anymore," Hawke said, holding his hand out to her.

Misty slipped her hand into his, blushing slightly as his rough, strong fingers curled around her's. She was suddenly glad that it was dark in the barrow as she let him lead her.

"You don't think there are any zombies in here, do you?" Inigo asked from behind her, sounding nervous.

Misty nodded, "there are, but not so many until after we get past the first puzzle," she said, smiling slightly at the sound of Inigo swallowing, "don't worry, baby. I'll protect you. Fighting zombies is what my world is all about."

Inigo gave a nervous chuckle, "then I will stay behind you, if you don't mind," he said, making her smile.

She turned slightly as they walked, putting her hand out toward him, "wanna hold my hand?" She meant it as a joke and blinked in surprise when he actually took her hand.

"That is much appreciated. Thank you, my friend," Inigo said, giving her hand a slight squeeze as she held his hand. He sounded a little better, more at ease and confident, like her hand was the safest thing in the world.

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She smiled at that thought, turning her attention back to the front as they came to a set of stairs that lead down to the first puzzle. Misty pulled Hawke to a stop and crouched down, giving a Psst toward Caladh and Riordan. They stopped and crouched down as well, giving her a confused raised eyebrow as she released Hawke's hand (Inigo wouldn't let got of her other hand) and moved to the front where they were, looking at the bandit as he moved forward, "he's going to push the lever and get poisoned," she whispered, getting a sigh from Caladh and a nod from Riordan. She couldn't help but feel that Caladh was getting annoyed by her.

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They watched the bandit push the lever forward and, sure enough, poisoned needles shot from the random holes in the floor and ceiling, sticking him with so many needles that he gave a holler and fell to the ground. She swallowed as they moved forward, her eyes going to the bandit, who's eyes were still open and was still breathing. Barely, but he was still breathing. She felt her body go numb as the man's ragged breath seemed to echo off the walls of the room, his eyes wide with fear and pain as he watched them walk around him. Inigo blinked down at Misty's shaking hand in his, tilting his head to the side as his ears twitched. He followed her eyes to the dying bandit on the floor before giving her hand a small squeeze before releasing her hand and moving forward, pulling his sword as he stepped up to the bandit and put the blade through his heart, killing him instantly. She swallowed, looking up at Inigo as he sheathed his blade and went back to standing beside her.

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He took her hand in his and gave her a smile as Riordan and Caladh looked at the strange turning stones to the left of the room. She squeezed his hand as thank you while taking a few calming breaths.

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"So how do we get past this gate," Sirius asked, trying to give the gate a shake but it held firm.

"If I could hazard a guess," Caladh started, putting his finger to his chin, "I would have to say that these strange stones have something to do with opening the gate."

Misty nodded, "yes," she said, releasing Inigo's hand to go to the stones. She pointed at each one as she spoke, "snake, snake, whale. The code for it is over there," she pointed at the wall above the gate.

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Caladh looked over the "code" that she had mentioned before giving a nod, "that seems to be correct," he said, his tone patronizing.

Misty blinked at that, trying to keep her temper in check as she moved forward and tried to turn the stones. She grunted and growled, trying and failing to turn the damn things before giving up and stepping away from them while breathing heavily, "damn those are hard to turn. It was so much easier to just push the 'A' button," she said between breaths.

"Need a hand?" Riordan asked, watching her with an amused smile as he moved forward.

She nodded, "if you don't mind," she said, motioning to the first stone, "this one needs to be a snake facing us."

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Riordan gave a nod as he gave a grunt, turning the stone a third of the way, revealing a snake. He glanced at her for confirmation before going to the next one.

"That one needs to be a snake too and the last one needs to be a whale," she said, getting a nod from the extremely strong high elf.



After he turned the stones, Misty stood at the lever, holding her breath as she took hold of the lever and pushed it forward. She growled and gritted her teeth, the lever being harder to push than she thought it would be, as she closed her eyes, preparing for the pain of a thousand poisoned needles. When she heard the gate clank open, she opened her eyes and grinned, looking at the men as she nodded into the room, "let's kick it, boys."


 The stairs and skeevers weren't a problem, especially with Riordan and Wolfe leading the way. Caladh had stayed back to gather up the potions and was now at the back of the pack. The sound of someone calling out echoed toward them from the spider web infested hallway. Misty swallowed, suddenly remembering the giant frostbite spiders that were supposed to ahead. She took a deep breath, taking in the scent of dust and stone before a hand on her shoulder turned her attention back to Inigo.

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"Are you alright, Misty?" he asked, getting a head shake from the woman.

"Nope, not even a little bit," she said, shaking her head vigorously, "there's a really, really, really big spider ahead and.... I have a bit of arachnophobia."



Inigo's eyes lit up at the sound of there being a spider for him to squish and, without a second of hesitation, he moved forward, cutting through the thick spider webs before rushing into the room with his blade pulled. Sirius followed suit, not wanting to be left out of a fight as a huge spider fell from the ceiling, landing on a grate in the floor. Inigo gave an excited cry as he lept into the air, bringing his sword down on the spider's thorax, causing the creature to give an ear shattering scream. Misty covered her ears and curled up against the wall outside the room, not wanting to have anything to do with the monster creature.

Riordan frowned at the woman curled up on the floor with her hands over her ears and her eyes closed, thinking how strange it was to see her terrified of a bug. He let out a sigh as Hawke and Wolfe moved into the room, taking out two of the giant arachnid's legs, releasing another scream from the creature. Riordan went to Misty, kneeling down as he put his large hand on the cowering woman's head, bringing her eyes open wide as she looked up at him.

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He smiled at her as he smoothed down her redish blonde hair, shining in the firelight like spun gold. He had never seen hair that color before, not even the altmer could claim it. She swallowed, wincing as the creature gave one last scream before the sound of the mutilegged creature's body hitting the ground vibrated earth under their feet. Caladh came down the hallway, shifting the bag on his shoulder as he walked past Misty and Riordan without looking at them. Riordan clicked his tongue as he got to his feet, narrowing his eyes at the Dunmer before holding his hand down to Misty. "I believe it's dead, princess. You should be safe now," he said, getting a stiff nod from the woman as she took his hand. He furrowed his brow for a second at how much it was shaking.

"I'm not actually a princess, Riordan," she said, her voice steadier than the rest of her.

He shrugged, "Wolfe calls you Princess. I just assumed that it was your title."

She shook her head, still holding onto his hand as he lead her into the spider room. She hesitated, only to be pulled forward by the strong altmer man. She stared at the spider with wide eyes as he lead her to it. She moved a little behind him, putting her free hand on his arm to keep him between her and the...giant bug. Inigo sat atop the spider, grinning as he wiped his brow, his tail twitching at his hip with joy. Sirius cut off one of the legs, laughing triumphantly as he picked it up and tossed it aside. The leg twisted as it rolled, causing Misty to trip over the severed limb and fall, landing against the hairy, dead creature. She screamed falling off the creature before scurrying to her feet and racing across the room to stand with her back against the wall.

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Sirius laughed, shoving his great sword into the spider, "relax, it's dead," he said, slicing a hole in the bug's abdomen, "see? Dead."

She shivered as the guts of the arachnid spilled out onto the ruin floor, squishing under Sirius's feet as he walked toward them, twirling another bug leg that he had cut off while he whistled The Dragonborn Comes.



"Hey, are you people done? I need help here," the dark elf stuck in the web in the doorway growled, struggling against the sticky webbing.

"Are you the one that stole that golden dragon claw from the Riverwood trader?" Hawke asked, pointing his sword at the dark elf's neck.

"Yes, I have the golden claw. It fits into the door that leads farther into the Barrow. There's great treasures there," the theif said, trying to jerk his arms free, "but you have to cut me down, first."

Misty snapped out of her fear enough to lean out and look at the dark elf, "don't fucking trust him. As soon as you cut him down, he'll run," she said, getting a glare from the trapped man.

"I won't run," he said, getting an eye roll from Wolfe.

"Excuse us if we don't believe you," Wolfe said, pulling his daggers from his belt.

"If the pretty lady says we shouldn't trust you, then I don't see why we should," Sirius said, giving her a wink.

Misty's cheeks heated up, until her eyes fell on the spider limb in his hand. She felt the blood drain from her face as she turned away, shaking her head, "you touch me with that thing, Si and I will puke in your boots when we camp." He chuckled, twirling the limb around in his hand as he turned back to the elf.

"I don't think we should trust him either," Caladh said, studying the other elf with narrowed eyes, "he looks....shifty."

Misty took a deep breath and licked her lips before pushing away from the wall. She walked to stand in front of the dark elf, making sure to keep Sirius within her sight. I'm not taking any chances of that bastard touching me with the bug leg, she thought, folding her arms over her chest as she glared up at the elf, "unfortunately, we still have to cut him down to get the claw and past him," she said, moving aside as Riordan stepped up, drawing his great sword with a devilish smirk.

"Wait, you aren't really going to kill me, are you?" the dark elf pleaded, struggling hard against the trap.

"How many people have you killed?" Misty asked, getting confused eyes from the elf.

"What?" the thief asked in confusion.

"How many people have you killed in your life?" she asked, watching him past Riordan's arm.

The dark elf sneered, "what does that matter?"

Misty shrugged, "if it's none, then we'll let you go," she said, watching the elf as he stilled.

He was silent for a moment before giving her a determined look, "I haven't killed anybody."

Misty snorted, "I don't fucking believe you," she said, as Riordan raised his sword and sliced through the elf's shoulder, causing him to cry out. She flinched back, turning her head and closing her eyes against the sound of hacking of flesh and the dark elf's screams of pain. She swallowed the bile threatening the come up, her only relief was that it was quick....ish. She took several breaths as she tried not to see the mangled corpse of Arvel the Swift laying in the doorway as Riordan roughly searched his body for the golden claw. He pulled it out of the dead man's satchel and handed it off to Hawke, who looked it over.



"There's some strange symbols on the palm of the claw," Hawke said, handing it to Caladh as if he knew what the symbols mean before the dark elf handed it off to her.

It was really really heavy, Gold being the heaviest metal, it made sense and weighed down her stachel. Misty let out a calming breath as she moved past Riordan and over Arvel's body. She stifled the whimper that she wanted to release and moved a little into the hallway beyond. "What're we waiting for? Let's rock, boys."

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They moved through the hallways and empty rooms, following Misty's lead until they reached the actual crypts. She swallowed, a little excited and scared to fight Draugr as she drew her sword. She glanced back, smirking at the nervous look on Inigo's face as he let the others move ahead of him, "this is where the draugr start to come in, my friends," she said, rolling her shoulders to prepare for a fight.

"Why are you frightened of killing people and giant spiders, but are ready to fight when it comes to draugr?" Riordan asked, finding her behavior since knowing her fascinating.

She shrugged, "where I'm from, people are obsessed with killing zombies, or the undead, so this is right up my ball park. I once went on one of those realistic zombie killing mazes during halloween," she said, giving their confused blinks a smile, "I can handle this better because I've actually done something similar before."

"Makes sense," Hawke said as she started to move again.

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They moved through the crypts, taking down every draugr that crawled off it's bed to attack them. Misty coughed when she removed one of the zombies' head, throwing the ash and dust from it's body into the air.

"Nice!" Sirius said, bringing his sword up through a draugr's chin and out the top of it's head. He gave a jerk, ripping the undead man's head from it's shoulders with a wet cloth tearing noise. She would have been sick then, if her mind hadn't already made itself up that these were like zombies in moves and in that maze.

"You too," she said with a smile as he pushed the head down and off his sword with his foot. An arrow flying past her head, widened her eyes as she turned to see a draugr rag doll to the ground. She let out a calming breath, turning to look at Inigo as he fired a couple more arrows toward a few more draugr starting to crawl out of their beds. If it wasn't for the fact that they were in the middle of a fight with the undead, Misty could and would have watched him fire that bow all day, but the sound of a draugr growl turned her. She brought her balde up as she turned, holding it about where she figured the creature's neck would be before it connected. There was a moment when the dried flesh didn't budge, then the blade was cutting clean through the neck, throwing the head to the side as she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. It bounced on the ground a couple of times before rolling to a stop against the wall as the body toppled to the ground. She gave an excited squeal as she hopped up and down, laughing like a lunatic, "I'm feeling so many emotions right now that I wanna throw up," she said, giving a crazy giggle as she skipped down the crypt to the stairs that lead down to the next room. She grinned at a draugr as it crawled out of it's bed, growling and groaning before she brought her sword down in the middle of it's head, killing it instantly while humming S&M Come on by Rihanna. She did a spin, taking off the next draugrs head before doing a, to the right, grapevine, narrowly avoiding another draugr's attack with a great sword.



The men stood at the top of the stairs, watching the strange woman dance around the room, humming a strange tune, with the sword flying out, killing this draugr or that as they glanced at one another.

"So, where did she say she was from?" Sirius asked, looking at Hawke, Wolfe and Inigo.

Hawke sighed, rubbing the back of his head as he glanced at the others, "she, actually, fell from the sky...sort of," he said, sheathing his sword as he trotted down the steps to where she was cutting off the limbs of an, already dead, draugr.

"What do you mean she sort of fell from the sky?" Caladh asked, following Hawke as he wrinkled his nose at the crazy woman giggling at the work she did on the dead body.
Misty giggled maniacally at the severed draugr limbs before giving them a kick, sending them rolling across the floor.

"She dropped from the ceiling in the Ragged Flagon about a month ago," Hawke said with a shrug as Misty stood straight, wiping the sweat from her forehead. It left a trail of grey dust across her forehead, giving her a rough look along with the grey dust on her cheek and chin, as if she brushed her hands across those parts of her face.

"What?" she asked, blinking at them like she just noticed they were there as she rested the sword on her shoulder.

"We were just talking about how crazy you're acting all of a sudden," Wolfe said, giving her a grin as he moved past her.

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She snorted, turning to glare at his back as she slid the blade back into the scabbard on her hip, "I was actually starting to have fun, Wolfie," she said, getting a glare from the man as he paused at the hall of the swinging blades. She smirked at him, "aww, is the poor wolf scared of a few blades?"

He rolled his eyes and motioned her toward the swinging blades, giving her a small bow as he did, "by all means, princess."

Misty rolled her eyes, watching the blades swing back and forth before turning to face them, "stand back, cupcake. I don't wanna bruise your pride with my amazing skills," she said, getting a snort from the imperial. She lowered herself in a started position for running before taking a deep breath and letting it out. I've gotta time this just right. This isn't a game anymore, she thought, watching as the blades swung. When they reached their lowest point, she ran at them on the upswing, running straight through to the other side. She smacked into the wall at the other side of the swinging blades, breathing heavily from the short distance run before taking a deep breath, calming her rapidly beating heart as she grinned back at the men, "who's afraid of a few swinging blades," she said, laughing as she pulled the chain that stopped the blades. She grunted when it didn't just give way and growled as she grabbed the chain and put all her weight into pulling the chain. She finally gave way, stopping the blades for the men to get through. "Let's go, ladies," she said, pulling her blade as she lead the way through the next several sets of hallways, cutting down draugr as they went.


Inigo shot the female draugr that was on the walkway that lead deeper into the caves before leaping down onto the walkway, doing a roll as he landed to keep from hurting himself and smiling at the others as they ran across it. Misty's adrenaline was pumping so much that she was barely tired and she grinned at the feeling of adventure. TRUE adventure. This was what Skyrim was supposed to be. This was what it really was like to have an adventure. She now understood how the people of the Elder Scrolls did this all the time.

 

They came to the two doors that lead to the same room and she pulled the war axe along with her sword. I'm going to try being a duel wielder like I am when I play, she thought, running into the room and straight at the draugr. She swung the axe around, burying it in the draugr's shoulder. She trying to pull it free, giving a jerk only for the draugr to snarl at her. It's breath smelled of decay and old dirt, making her wrinkle her nose as she tried to remove the axe.

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"Damnit," she growled, hacking at the draugr with her sword to get her axe out.

"Misty, leave it!" Wolfe's voice was stern, but it didn't stop her from focusing on what she was doing.

"I almost....got it," she said with each swing, finally wretching the axe blade from the draugr.

She smiled, but it was a fleeting thing, as the shadow of the draugr's blade hovered over her. Her eyes widened and it was like everything happened in slow motion. The blade started down at her. Her heart raced in her chest as she dropped her weapons, stunned that she was about to die. Then, something wrapped around her waist. She was jerked sideways and covered by something massive before it pressed down on her, giving a cry of pain that snapped time back to normal and her out of her stunned state. She looked over her shoulder at Riordan's pained face as he huddled over her, covering her from the Draugr as it raised it's blade for another strike.

Sirius gave a roar before swinging his blade over their heads, cutting down the draugr in one sweep. Riordan growled in frustration as she turned, wrapping her arms around his ribs as he dropped to his knees.

"Riordan!" Sirius exclaimed, dropping to one knee beside his friend, "you alright?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Misty repeated over and over, her eyes starting to mist over as she sniffled, thinking that it was her fault he had gotten hurt.

Riordan scoffed, giving her a glare with those cream colored eyes, "stop acting like I'm dying, woman," he growled, his deep voice vibrating in her chest, "I'm fine."

She still felt extremely guilty at letting him get hurt like that. She felt like an idiot at being so cocky. This isn't a game anymore, Misty. You need to be more careful, she told herself as Sirius helped Riordan to his feet while she stayed on the ground.

"He'll be fine," Sirius said, giving her an encouraging smile as he slapped the high elf on the back, getting a grunt of pain from the elf as he gave his nord friend a glare, "he's gotten worse. This is nothing."

Despite Sirius's words, she still felt the pangs of guilt wrapped around her stomach as she stood, wiping her nose with the heel of her hand.

"Don't worry about it," Caladh said, shifting the bag on his shoulder, "I can patch him up with my magic once we find a place to rest."

Misty swallowed and gave a nod, taking her weapons from Inigo as he handed them to her, "there's still a few rooms that need cleared ahead and swinging blades up ahead.

There won't really be another place or time to be able to heal him," she said, but her voice was...empty as she moved to stand at the doors.


 Hawke and Inigo moved to walk beside her as they pushed open the doors that lead to the Bleak Falls Sanctum. Caladh was able to heal Riordan's wounds, his armor having taken the majority of the blow, but the cut in the back of his armor made her feel sick to her stomach. She insisted on walking at the head, since she knew about the next traps and rooms ahead, but the truth of it was, if she had to watch Riordan walking ahead of her with that damaged armor, she was going to scream from guilt.

"So..." Hawke started, only to stop talking at the sound of blades sliding back and forth.

She took a deep breath, feeling both nervous and angry, mostly at herself for letting one of her friends get hurt. They stopped at the blades, watching them slide back and forth as the others caught up. She glanced back, the guilt rooting inself in her stomach as she lowered her eyes to the floor before lifting her head up and turning to face the blades.
Hawke reached out, taking hold of her upper arm to turn her attention to him. He gave her stern, concerned green eyes as he frowned at her, "don't do anything stupid because you feel guilty, Misty," he said, his voice as stern as his gaze.

She just stared at him before jerking her arm out of his hand and poking him in the chest, "you're not the boss of me, Hawke. Mind your own fucking business," she said, turning back to face the blades swinging back and forth like a pendulum. She licked her lips before taking a deep breath and preparing to run, "when I'm on the other side, I'll turn them off like I did before."

Inigo frowned, folding his arms over his chest and narrowing his amber eyes like he didn't believe her.

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That's alright, I don't believe me either, she thought as she rushed forward, avoiding the blades before coming out on the other side. She took a deep breath and turned,
looking at the six men through the swinging blades. Hawke shook his head, his eyes wide as she pulled her blade and gave them a sad smile. "I'm sorry," she whispered, turning in time to dodge the draugr's attack before bringing her axe around, hacking part of the neck and the head lulled to the side before the zombie dropped to the ground.

"MISTY!" Hawke's voice echoed off the walls of the outter sancutum as she ran at the next draugr, cutting it down with a duel weapong diagnal cut across the undead woman's chest.

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She ran up the ramp and across the bridge, slicing the next draugr's head off before giving a holler at a sharp pain in her thigh. "FUCK!" she screamed, dropping to the ground for a second as her brain registered the arrow in her leg. She gritted her teeth, taking another arrow in her shoulder as she got to her feet. She stumbled back from the force of the arrow burying itself in her armor, the tip scraping her skin underneath it as she ran at the draugr, tackling the dusty, dry thing to the ground before pressing the blade of her sword into it's neck, as it snarled and growled at her with angry glowing white eyes. It reached up, scratching across her face with hard, dry, sharp fingernails, making her cry out. "Son of a bitch." She gave a roar as she pushed down, cutting the head almost completely off before it stopped fighting her. She felt the burning from the scratches across her face as she got to her feet and wiped the sweat from her upper lip. She looked down at the arrow in her thigh and gave a sob, the pain getting worse as she took hold of the shaft of the arrow. She took a deep breath, blowing it out before giving a holler as she snapped the shaft, knowing that taking the arrow out might do more damage than help. She took several deep breaths, trying to stifle the pain as she gave another sob, pushing herself to her feet. She glanced back toward the room, scoulding herself for doing so as the mens' voices called out to her. She shook her head and sniffled, her mind going to Riordan and how it had been her fault he got hurt. He wouldn't have needed restoration magic to heal him if it wasn't for me, she thought, walking through the doors leading to the dragon claw door. She paused there, sniffling as she pressed on the stone symbols, hard, setting the circle off and turning it to a different symbol.

 Once the symbols were correct, she pulled the claw from her pouch and pressed the claws into the holes on the door. She turned it while pressing before stepping back as it made a low clanking noise. She slid the claw back into her satchel before moving quickly up the steps and through the hallway to the opening that was the "secret" of Bleak Falls Barrow. 

 She paused as she came to the edge of the main room of the barrow, her eyes trying to take in everything at once. "Wow," she breathed, moving up the steps with her eyes trained on the sarcophagus sitting between a shelf and a chest. She swallowed, knowing what awaited her in the coffin before pausing between the sarcophagus and the wall of shouts. She heard the sound of the Dovahzul coming from the wall. 

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 She swallowed, turning to look at the wall and it's glowing dragon language. She took a shakey breath, moving forward and reaching out to touch the wall. She didn't have to remember much about Skyrim to know the word. She could hear the word in her head, like a whisper that caressed over her brain. She brushed her fingers over the glowing letters, feeling her fingertips start to tingle before something in her head seemed to snap. She winced, her hand going to her head as the warm, tingling sensation in her head started to disappate. She blinked a few times, barely registering the sarcophagus lid being blown off and to the side. 

 Her head snapped up as she watched the Draugr Overlord crawl out of the sarcophagus and start to stand. She swallowed, having a hard time breathing as she stood. Her hands shook as she drew her sword and took a weak stance. She draugr overlord slowly turned to look at her before giving a growl, pulling it's sword before coming at her. Her eyes widened as she brought her sword up to weakly block the draugr's attack. She cried out as the impact jolted her hand and wrist, sending her stumbling back away from the strong creature. She huffed, sweat beading down her spine as the overlord moved forward, swinging it's blade out at her. She stumbled away and fell back, her sword skidding away as the overlord advanced on her, bringing the sword down between her legs as she scrambled back. She snagged her sword and scurried to her feet as the overlord brought another blow down where she was. She turned, swinging her sword at the creature wildly only to have each attack smacked away by the draugr's sword. He stepped back, making her blink before he took a deep breath. Her eyes widened at knowing what came next before he let loose a shout, sending her flying backwards as she cried out. She hit the word of power wall hard, the back of her head smacking against it, setting stars to dance around her head. She groaned, looking up as she put her hand at the back of her head. Her hand came away with blood on the tips of her fingers, making her blink at them, as if she wasn't sure it was real. She swallowed, licking her lips as the draugr overlord stood over her. This is it. This is how I die, she thought, closing her eyes as the overlord lifted his sword above his head, guys....I'm so sorry.

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A loud roar slowly opened her eyes as Sirius's great sword slammed down on the draugr lord's shoulder. It let loose a loud cry before he jerked the sword from the draugr's shoulder. The creature turned, starting to inhale only to be interupted by Wolfe's daggers across it's chest, causing it to stumble back. It gave a loud snarl, swinging it blade out at him as he danced back and away from it. Even with her vision bluring, slightly, she could still see Inigo and Caladh near the steps, Caladh was doing something with Inigo's bow. Riordan spun around, slicing into the draugr's stomach with a crack before jerking his blade free and moving back, crouching as Inigo released an arrow that, upon impact, burst into flames, covering the draugr overlord in fire as it screamed. Through the flames of the burning corpse, Misty watched Hawke jump upon Riordan's back as he pushed up, using him as a jumping off point as he raised his sword high, hollering as he brought the blade, point down, on the overlord. It screamed as he rode it to the ground, his boot pressed into it's chest and stomach as they went down. The draugr gave a weakening snarl as he pulled his sword from the undead creature before swinging it down and slicing the head clean off.



She stared at the six men standing before her, the flaming draugr crackling between them, sending embers into the air as they sheathed their weapons. She watched them come toward her and stand around her, looking down at her with a mixture of disappointment (Wolfe), agitation (Hawke), sadness (Inigo), confidence (Sirius), annoyance (Riordan) and distrust (Caladh). She swallowed, wanting to say a thousand things to them but...Tears burned her eyes at realizing how stupid she was to run off and how...weak she really was. Her bottom lip quivered and she bit it, trying to keep it from quivering as she lowered her eyes to the ground. The took a deep breath, trying to keep from crying and realizing she failed as the tears trickled down her cheeks. Sirius knelt beside her and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, seeming to unleash the flood gates of her emotions. She sobbed, leaning against him as she sniffled and cried. "I'm sorry," she murmurred, curling her hand against his armor covered chest as she started to curl in on herself, "I'm sorry."


She sniffled, laying her head against Sirius's shoulder as he carried her down the mountain. No one had said anything since they left the Barrow, leaving the air thick with unsaid words. Wolfe and Inigo had offered to stay behind to gather whatever loot they could find before meeting everyone at the Inn. She slowly moved her eyes to Hawke, who was walking ahead of them like an angry man on a mission. She swallowed, turning her eyes back to her knees as she sniffled again and licked her lips. She wanted to tell Hawke she was sorry and should have just turned the swinging blades off but she was scared, of what, she didn't know. All she knew was that the thought of him never smiling at her again scared her. She closed her eyes, letting out a weary breath while trying to keep herself awake. The gentle glow of the moon and stars only helped to lull her closer to sleep.

"If you're tired, Misty, you can sleep. I don't mind carrying you," Sirius's voice was soft, like he was almost afraid to say anything in the thick air.

Misty slowly shook her head, trying not to make herself anymore dizzy than she was starting to feel, "I shouldn't. I might have a concussion and if I go to sleep, I might not wake back up," she said, getting a snort from the dark elf.

"It would serve you right for running off like that," Caladh said, his deep rough voice angrier than she thought it should be, "what in Oblivion were you thinking? You don't even know how to put your armor on properly, if this morning is any indication. Why would you just run off like that when you can't hardly fight?"

Misty knew she was going to hear the dark elf complain the other half of the way down the mountain, feeling both guilty and a little relieved as she watched him wave his arms around. She felt herself start to smile as Sirius chuckled at Caladh complaining about something he had done a while ago.

"Honestly, I don't know why I put up with your kind. Always running off into danger without a plan and then, who do you come to for help, me, that's who," Caladh complained.

Misty glanced at Riordan, who was smiling at Caladh's complaints, like it was the norm for them, and maybe it was. Her eyes moved to Hawke, who's face remained impassive as he stared straight ahead. She let out a small sigh and let her hand lay against Sirius's shoulder as she barely listened to Caladh complain.


 She sat on the bed in her undewear, keeping her eyes on the ground as Hawke leaned against the wall with his arms and legs crossed, watching Caladh heal the wound on the back of her head. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, wishing he would leave or close his eyes or something. Anything that didn't make her feel like he was judging her with those green eyes. Caladh moved around to heal the scratches on her face. Healing magic was quite warm and made the affected area numb or tingley. She wished she knew enough about magic to learn how to heal that way she could be a little useful.

"You feel guilty so you run off? That doesn't make any sense," the dark elf grumbled under his breath, "if you ask me..."

She was finally tired of him talking, "well I didn't," she growled, glaring up at the elf as he stared down at her. He was silent for a moment before she let out a calming breath, "I'm sorry, Caladh. I'm just...tired," she said, running her hand through her hair. She had pulled the ponytail out of her hair, letting her hair cascade down her back in redish gold waves. She took a deep breath, the undergarment covering her chest tightening slightly with her inhale before she breathed out. She looked down at the wound on her thigh, frowning down at it before shaking her head as Caladh worked on her shoulder. When he moved onto her thigh, she swallowed, hoping that the healing would just be a warming sensation...or no sensation. That would be good, she thought as the tingling started where his hand hovered. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she thought about what she was going to say. Saying sorry didn't seem to work, even if she really meant it. Caladh finished healing her and gave her a nod as he stood.

"Leave us," Hawke's tone left no room for arguement.

Caladh glanced at him before giving him a short nod and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

The closed door only made the room deafeningly silent as the two remained, Misty's eyes were on the ground while Hawke's eyes were on her. Both waiting for the other to break the silence.

It felt like forever before Hawke spoke first, his voice almost foreign in the quiet room. "Why did you do that?" he asked, his tone a little less agitated than he looked.

She swallowed, keeping her eyes on the ground, "I didn't want anyone else to get hurt because of me," she said, clasping her hands in her lap, "so, I guess I was trying to run away from my guilt."

He was silent again, watching her as she wrung her hands.

"I know that saying sorry probably won't make up for it," she said, taking a deep breath as she sat up straight, looking at him with her shoulders back and her chin up, the confidence she had before seeming to come back, "but let me tell you something about me that you should know, Hawke. I don't apologize unless I meant it because I have been given empty apologies before that meant nothing and it hurt. I don't accept apologies unless I feel they are genuine but if someone has to apologize for something, chances are, I'm not going to trust them every again. Trust is earned," she paused, taking a deep breath as she lowered her eyes to her hands, "and I understand if you don't trust me anymore because of what I did and am willing to try and re-earn that trust, if I have to, but I would like it if we stayed friends at least, wheither you trust me or not, because you were my first friend and I don't think I would have made it this far without helping me," the tears started to flow as her mouth ran away with her. Her hands had started to shake again too, the shock of facing down a draugr overlord finally worn away, "I don't have many friends to begin with and that's most of the reason I've put so many hours into this video game because, I felt like *sniffle* the NPCs and mods were *sob* as close to *sob* friends as I would get because *sniffle* people don't like my attitude or how I talk or my *sob* personality or..." Hawke had moved forward and knelt down, putting his finger to her lips to quiet her rambling. She swallowed, looking at him as he sat on the bed beside her and pulled her into a tight hug that startled her a little bit. She sniffled, sliding her hands up his still armored back as she buried her face in his shoulder as she shook and cried. "I'm so stupid and scared," she sobbed, starting to wish that he wasn't wearing his armor so she could feel a real hug.

"I know, honey," he said against her hair, turning his face into her hair and taking a deep breath, taking in the scent of dust, sweat, sunlight and an underlying scent of something soft and femanine. Flowers, maybe. "I was too," he admitted, tightening Misty's arms around his armor clad torso. Maybe I should have taken the armor off when we got back, he thought, closing his eyes against the feel of her soft skin under his fingertips and mentally wishing he could feel more. He took another deep breath, smiling into her soft redish gold hair as she started to calm down. He stroked her hair, tangling his fingers in the loose waves and curls as he rocked her gently from side to side.

She was the first to pull away, and all though he wanted to keep her in his embrace, her remembered what she had said about being in a relationship. She sniffled and wiped her eyes and nose with her hands, "thanks, Hawke. I really do appreciate you," she said, looking at him with a small smile as a few strands of hair fell across her shoulder.

He reached out, brushing those strands back and tucking them behind her ear. The look she gave him then quickened his heart, forcing him to swallow past the growing driness in his throat as he licked his lips. He brushed his knuckles down her cheek and jaw, smiling at how her skin seemed to be soft whereever he touched. He shifted a little closer to her as he cupped her cheek, caressing his thumb across her skin as he leaned forward.



Misty's heart beat against her chest as Hawke started to lean forward, and she wanted nothing more then to lean in with him and accept that kiss, but, with the laws of humor and because her luck isn't that great, she smiled and leaned back, shaking her head, causing him to blink at her in confusion. "I like you, Hawke, but, according to my luck, and the law of fuck-me-running," she pointed at the door, "someone is going to come through that door in three....two....one...."

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Almost as if on cue, Wolfe walked in with a large bag of look slung over his shoulder. His smile slowly disappeared at the shocked look on Hawke's face and the giggleing Misty was doing. He gave them a raised eyebrow before nodding out into the Inn, "Inigo and I brought back a load and a half of stuff to divide out so...." he paused, his eyes moving to Misty....still in her underwear. He smirked, adjusting the loot on his shoulder as he did, "you know, I would have undressed myself and then you, princess."

Misty blinked at that before glancing down. She snorted, folding her arms over her chest as she sat up straight and looked away from him, "not on your life, hound dog," she said, getting a chuckle from the flirtaous man.

His eyes followed her shoulders sloping into her back and down to her rounder than average rump covered by a strange blue lacey undergarment. He licked his lips, not helping it as he looked over her stomach, a little plumper than a normal woman of Skyrim's, and sides that curved into her wide hips. His eyes moved up as she turned to glare at him, taking in her ample breasts that seemed to be having a hard time staying in their blue lacey cloth prison.

Hawke turned in his seat, using himself as a screen to shield her from Wolfe's hungry gaze, "don't you have loot to divide up?"

Wolfe gave him a slow blink before smirking, "fine, but if you aren't there while we pass everything out, you don't get any," he said, leaving the room.

Misty sighed and got to her feet, snagging her clothing from the end of the bed as she did, "whelp, we better get out there before Wolfe hogs all the good stuff," she said, pulling her pants up her hips as she started for the door. She stopped and turned to smile at him as she slid her arms into her shirt, "you coming cotton tail?"

Hawke chuckled and got to his feet, stretching as he followed her out the door.

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"Fuck you, Wolfe," Misty growled as she tried to jump up to retrieve the pretty blue stone. She was starting to feel like she was back on the playground again, "I just want to see it, you ass."

"You can see it if you can get it," he said, grinning at her like the bastard that he was while dangling the blue jewel over her head.

She gave a frustrated growl before shoving her fist in his stomach, causing him to grunt and bend in half, more from the surprise of it than the pain. She snatched it from his hand before giving him a shove, making him stumble back a couple of steps as he laughed. "Jackass," she growled, sitting on the table with her feet resting on the bench as she turned the blue stone in the candle light.

"You've got a surprisingly strong punch," Wolfe said, rubbing his stomach as he furrowed his brow.

Misty rolled her eyes, "I have taken some self-defense classes so I do know how to hit," she said, tossing the jewel back at him. He caught it and gave her a raised eyebrow.

"I thought you wanted it," he said, slipping the jewel into his satchel.

She shook her head, "I just wanted to see it," she said, taking a long drink of her mead as she glared at him past the bottle.

Sirius tossed his bag of gold in the air, catching it before repeating the action, "I didn't know going into ruins would be so profitable. I just wanted to go for the chance to fight," he said, rolling the pouch in his hand, "maybe I'll stick around with you guys a little longer, if there's more money in it."

Misty smiled, "sure there is. I plan to do a lot of questing while I'm here," she said, taking a large bite of her tart, "oh my god I love these things. They're like fucking pastry crack."

Inigo chuckled, "you say some strange things, my friend."

Wolfe took a seat on the table next to her as he tied the pouch of coins to his hip before lifting a large, petagon shaped stone from one of the bags, "we also found this thing on that draugr," he said, handing it off to Caladh, who examined it.



"Fascinating," the dark elf said, turning the stone as he ran his fingers over it.

"Does it have some sort of magic significance?" Riordan asked, checking over a sheild Inigo had brought back.

"Not that I can feel, but it is, certainly, a strange piece," Caladh said, handing it back to Wolfe.

"Not magically, but that thing is going to save us so much time," Misty said, getting to her feet, "Farengar's going to freak the fuck out."

"What are you talking about?" Sirius asked, tilting his head as he lookied at her.

"Well," she said, turning to face them, "when we get to Whiterun and head up to talk to Jarl Bulgruuf, he's going to tell us to work with Farenger, the court wizard, who, in turn, is going to tell us he needs this stone," she took it from the table, stumbling forward at the unexpected weight of it. She waved Riordan's attempt to help keep her up away as she hefted the stone up in her arms, "damn that's heavy. Anyway, if we've got it, then we don't have to go back to the barrow for it. That's why we went to Bleak Falls Barrow first, so we don't have to go there again. Make sense?"

Caladh scoffed, folding his arms over his chest, "you really expect us to believe that?"

Misty sighed, setting the stone, roughly, on the table, "lemme tell you something, Caladh," she said, turning to the dark elf with her shoulders back and her chin up, "I don't give a flying, two faced fuck if you believe me or not, but that's what's going to happen. And when it does, Caladh baby, I'm going to tell you I told you so and to go fuck yourself. Mmkay?"

Caladh frowned at the woman as the others chuckled.

"Relax a little, Caladh. There's only been a few things she was wrong about," Sirius said, sitting up and grinning at the dark elf, "and those weren't bad wrong predictions."

"She has an uncanny way of knowing what's going to happen before it does," Riordan said, looking at Misty as she shoved the rest of her tart in her mouth. Hawke handed her a handkerchief, getting a nod from the woman as she wiped her mouth with it.

"Her visions are correct almost every predicton," Sirius said, giving her a smile and a wink, "and I don't mind it when she is wrong."

She rolled her eyes and sat back up on the table, trying her damnedest to keep her cheeks from flushing.

"So, we go to Whiterun to warn the Jarl about the dragon and then what?" Caladh asked, looking at the dragon stone, "besides taking this to the court wizard."

Misty shrugged wanting to both tell them what would happen and not. It was like playing a game or watching a movie before the rest of your friends, when you want to talk about it so much but you can't and it just twists inside you ready to burst out at any minute.

"Maybe we will have to fight a dragon!" Inigo suggested, getting a glance from Misty.

Her eyes widened for a second before she busied herself with folding the handkerchief.

"Is that what we're going to be doing, Misty?" Hawke asked, having noticed how she was trying to avoid looking at everyone.

She glanced up at him, her eyes telling him to shut up before she blinked and shrugged, "maybe. Who knows," she said, taking a drink of her mead...even though there wasn't anything in it.

"Wouldn't you?" Wolfe asked, giving her a raised eyebrow.

She frowned, looking at the bottle before getting up, "I need a refill," she said, heading for the counter.

Hawke stepped in her way, folding his arms over his chest as he gave her a slow, unamused blink, "Misty..."

She glared back for a moment before sighing, "alright, fine..." she took a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair as she turned back to the group, "we may or may not be....fighting a dragon at a destroyed watch tower outside of Whiterun."

"Yes!" Sirius exclaimed, getting to his feet and moving to stand in front of her, looking like a child who was told his birthday party was at Chuckie Cheese, "how big is it? Will it be just us fighting it? What kind of loot do you think it has on it? Can we go fight it right now?"

Misty stepped back, holding her hands out to ward him off, "woah, woah, woah. Easy there, skippy. We need to rest tonight and prepare to fight it in the morning, okay?"

He sighed, looking a little sad before perking up, "alright. I'm going to bed now so we can get going early," he said, heading for one of the rooms, "see ya in the morning."

Misty shook her head as she smiled, "he just loves a fight," she said.

"I think I know what he's going to dream about tonight," Inigo said, getting a laugh from Misty.

"Yeah, no kiddin'," she said, stifling a yawn.

"We should get some rest," Hawke said, starting for the room.

Riordan nodded as he snagged the shield from the table, "yeah. We'll sell these in the morning before we go."

"We've gotta go to the Riverwood trader anyway to give the claw back to Lucan anyway," Misty said, following Hawke with the others in tow, "night y'all."

"Good night," Caladh said, leading Riordan into the room they shared with Sirius.


 

"You found it. There it is," Lucan exclaimed, gently taking the claw from Misty as she held it out to him, "funny, it looks smaller than I remember."

Misty smiled, "I promise we didn't shrink it," she said with a chuckle.

"Thank you so much," he said, gently placing the claw on the front of his counter, "I'm just going to put this back where it belongs. I'll never forget this. You've done a great thing for me and my sister."

Misty waved his thanks away, "don't worry about it. It was an adventure and I had fun."

"Until you almost died," Caladh said, folding his arms over his chest as Sirius grinned.

Misty was starting to think that the nord never stopped smiling and that, if he did, things were bad. She rolled her eyes, instantly waving away Lucan's concerned glance as he bought the weapons and armor from Riordan. "I, obviously, didn't die, so it's not a problem."

He handed Riordan the coin before putting the weapons and armor against the wall behind his counter, "well, thank you, if there is ever anything you need, please, let me know," Lucan said, giving her a smile as they left the Riverwood Trader.

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Wolfe, Hawke and Inigo had opted to wait outside, not wanting to take up what little space there was inside the trader's.

"Ready to go, boys?" Misty asked, taking the bag Wolfe offered. She grunted at how heavy it was before frowning at it, "you put the Dragonstone in here, didn't you?"

"If the Dragonstone is that strange stone, then yes," he said, getting a snort from the woman as she pulled the bag onto her back before she gave him a playful shove.

"Smartass," she growled, as they left Riverwood. She gave the Inn a glance as they left, knowing that, if Skyrim went by the game timeline, they would be back here. She took a deep breath, facing forward as they walked across the bridge leading out of town.


 

She took a deep breath, taking in the sight of Whiterun in the distance and the land surrounding it. She smiled as she watched a herd of deer running across the plains, creating a cloud of dirt and dust in their wake. She hopped down from the rock she stood on, starting to jog down the hill, moving past the men with a grin, "race ya!" she hollered, already well ahead of them as she laughed.

Wolfe and Sirius shot past her, widening her eyes before she clicked her tongue, pushing herself to chase after them.

"What's wrong, Misty? Tired?" Wolfe called back, sounding like talking didn't bother him while running.

Misty growled, gritting her teeth as her side started to hurt, "fuck," she growled, as Inigo caught up and started running beside her.

"You can do it, my friend. I believe in you," he said, keeping pace with her.

Misty huffed, shooting him a glare before she pulled a little ahead of him...until he was keeping pace again. She huffed, slowing her pace to a stop as she bent over with her hands on her knees, trying to breathe past the burning in her lungs, "damn," she huffed, looking up at Wolfe and Sirius, who were leaning against the Honningbrew meadery wall with their arms folded over their chests. Wolfe wore a cocky smirk on his stupid face while Sirius grinned at her.

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"That was fun," Sirius said as he put his hands behind his head and looked up at the sky.

Misty stood straight, wiping the sweat from her brow as she moved toward them.

"I won," Wolfe said, grinning at her as she waved her hand at him.

"Shut up," she growled, falling back against the wall between them before sliding down to sit against it, "damn it I'm outta shape."

"You did really well," Inigo said, "even if Mr. Dragonfly doesn't think so."

Misty snorted, "I'd like to introduce Mr. Dragonfly to a bug collector who'll pin his ass to a board."

Inigo gave a nervous laugh as the bug in the jar buzzed loudly, "he does not think that sounds like fun."

"It's not supposed to be," she said, glancing up the road at the others before giving a sigh and leaning over against Wolfe's legs, "you get to carry me the rest of the way to Whiterun as a prize."

Wolfe snorted, "it's right there so no," he said, getting a huff from the woman leaning against his legs.

"Fine, you ass. I'll walk...maybe," she muttered, putting her hands out, "I need help getting up, Inigo."

Inigo obliged, helping her to her feet before the others arrived.

"I don't mind carrying you, if that's what you want," Sirius said with a smile.

Misty sighed and shook her head, "nah. If I let you do that I'll never get into shape," she said, following Hawke and Caladh as they walked.

She took in the smell of the rift, smiling at the smell of the stream, grass and the random wafts of cooking meat coming from the city. She licked her lips, thinking about the first thing she wanted to do was nubble on a nice hunk of beef. Right as she thought that, Sirius stepping in front of her, his eyes focused on something in the distance and for a moment, blinked, forgetting about the Companions fighting the giant outside Whiterun.

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She felt her cheeks flush, that's not the hunk of beef I was talking about karmic universe, she thought, blinking in surprise as he took off toward a giant as it brought it's club down. Misty gave a sigh as she jogged after him thinking that she had just finished running, as Sirius gave a loud holler, bringing his great sword around, cutting into the giant's leg. It gave a loud grunting roar raising it's club high, thinking that Farkas was the one that cut it. Misty's eyes widened and she didn't think. Her body moved on it's own, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she vaulted the farm's fence as the club started to come down. She shoved her shoulder into Farkas's side, sending them both to the ground as the club hit the ground where he was standing.



Farkas grunted, sitting up enough to glare at her through the dark war paint around his eyes, "what'd'ya think your doing?" he asked, his deep gravely voice frustrated.

Misty let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding as she moved off of him, "werewolf or not, you wouldn't have survived being crushed, Farkas," she growled, getting to her feet as she pulled her bow and nocked an arrow. She took a deep breath as she aimed toward the giant's face, "Inigo, get him to look over here!" she called out, getting a nod from the khajiit as he hit the giant with a couple of arrows. The giant turned and she slowly blow out, releasing the arrow as he looked at her. The arrow flew, slicing into the giant's eye, causing it to let loose a loud roar of pain as it's hand went to it's now damaged eye. It swung it's club around wildly, trying to hit anything and everything as it frenzied. "Fuck me," Misty hissed, jumping back and bumping into Farkas, who was staring at her with narrowed silver eyes. She turned giving him a glare as she clicked her tongue, "you're going to get us both killed if you don't move."

He leaned toward her, sniffling at the air around her as she furrowed her brow at him, "you smell strange," his growly words surprised her and she took a step back without thinking.

"Misty!" Sirius's voice brought her attention around just in time to duck, barely avoiding the giant's club.

"FUCK!" she screamed, scrambling to her feet and away from the crazy creature as Inigo put himself between her and the giant as Sirius stopped fighting long enough to quickly assess if she was injured before blocking a swing, sending him flying back to land hard over the farm's stone wall on the road. "Sirius!"

He got up and stumbled a couple of steps before shaking his head and rushing back into the frey.

 Misty let out a relieved breath, glancing at Farkus as he watched her, ignoring the giant as the others fought it. She furrowed her brow at him before the sound of Wolfe's loud roar brought her attention to the man as he lept into the air with both his daggers raised high above his head. They penetrated, knocking the giant onto it's back as he jerked the daggers free. It roared, trying to grab at him before he shoved one of his blades into the beast's face, twisting back and forth, silencing the creature. He jerked his dagger free, leaping off the giant's chest to the ground breathing heavily as he wiped the blood from his cheek. Misty couldn't help but grin at how awesome it was to see a move like that in person. She had to stifle the giddy fangirl scream as she ran forward to stand in front of him, "that was fucking kick ass!" she exclaimed, hopping up and down with excitement as he chuckled at her excitement. "You were like whoosh! And then you were like Hiyah! And he was like GAH!" she said, doing what all fans that get over excited do, making the motions with the noise and exclaimations.

Wolfe laughed, putting his hand on her head to try to calm her down, getting a frown from the woman, "calm down a little, princess," he said, chuckling as she slapped his hand off her head.

"Now I have giant blood in my hair," she complained, running her hand through her hair as he chuckled at her.



"You handled yourself well," a low female voice said from the other side of the giant, turning their attention to Aela the huntress. If Misty hadn't have used all her fan girling on Wolfe's awesome take down, she would have gone into over load and screamed. "You could make for a decent shield brother."

Wolfe smirked at her and shrugged, "I've got other things to do besides kill giants," he said, tilting his head slightly as he slid the blades back into the sheaths on his hips.
Aela's eyes glanced at Misty, before giving Wolfe a knowing nod, "I see. Well, if you should change your mind, talk to Kodlak Whitemane in Jorrvaskr," she said, giving the men and women around her a nod before turning and leaving the scene.

Misty blinked after them, glancing at Farkas as he glanced at her, his silver eyes still narrowed. She took a deep breath, realizing what had happened during the giant fighting and swallowed. That's not going to end well, she thought as she looked at her friends.

"Let's get going," Riordan said, sliding his sword back onto his back as he started for Whiterun.

"To Whiterun and the dragon!" Sirius cried, running ahead of them with his great sword drawn.

Misty laughing, finding Sirius and his eagerness hilarious, "we better go get him before he gets ahead of himself," she gave Wolfe a nudge with her elbow as she walked past him grinning, "race ya," she said before breaking into a run and chasing after Sirius.


 Aela blinked at the nord that ran past them with his sword raised, hollering like he was rushing into combat. She paused, glancing back toward the outsiders that had interrupted their job as the man who killed the giant ran past, laughing.

"I'm winning again!" he called back, getting a growl from the woman that followed.

"*huff huff*Fuck you you son of a bitch! *huff huff* Imma *huff* kick your ass *huff huff* when I can breathe again!" the strange woman hollered as she ran past with the strangely colored khajiit keep pace with her.

Aela gave the short bit of conversation a raised eyebrow before continuing on with her Shield brothers and sisters.



"They sure are a strange group, aren't they?" her shield sister, Ria, said.

Aela gave a nod, glancing back toward the rest of the group that walked at a more casual pace, "I agree," she said, looking back ahead at the four that had run past them, "but that one was strong. He would make a good addition to the Companions."

"I don't care who they are, as long as they don't think they're going to take all the jobs," Njada said in a huff, folding her arms over her chest as she glared at the strangers. 

"I don't know," Farkas said, watching the woman as she stopped at the corner, bending in half to try and breathe.

"What is it, Farkas?" Aela asked, looking at him with curious eyes. Farkas didn't usually say anything unless it was important, being more of a warrior of action than words.

He nodded toward the woman as the khajiit patted her back, smiling at her as she muttered something, "she knows."

Aela furrowed her brow, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, "she knows what?"

Farkas just looked at her, his eyes, for a second, become wolfish before he turned back to walking.

Aela blinked in surprise before looking at the strange woman, "do you think she's part of the Silver hand?" she asked, watching as the woman took a swing at the strong man, who laughed and deftly dodged it.

Farkas shrugged, "I don't know. All I know is what she said after tackling me before the giant could hit me with that club," he said, folding his arms over his barrel chest as they walked.

Aela frowned, watching the four as they sat on the stones outside of the stables, "we will see, then and tell Kodlak about this."

Farkas nodded his agreement, giving the woman narrowed eyes as they moved past the resting outsiders. The woman narrowed her eyes in return before sticking her tongue out at him, surprising him for a second before he growled, turning his attention away and quickening his pace slightly.

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"What did you do to make him not like you?" Inigo asked, noticing Farkas's glare.

Misty shrugged, "he's a proud nord man who got knocked down by me," she said with a sigh, "mind you, it was to save his life, but whatever."

"So, what do I get for winning again?" Wolfe asked, leaning toward her with a grin.

Misty snorted, giving his chest a shove, "you'll get nothing and like it, you ass," she growled, hopping off the stone wall as the others finally caught up.

"You know you don't have to run everywhere, right?" Caladh asked, giving them annoyed eyes.

Wolfe shrugged, "blame her. She's the one that wanted to lose a race," he said, sliding from the stone wall as she shot him a glare.

"Bastard. You know you're supposed to let me win, right?" she said, getting a chuckle from the man.

"Oh, am I now?" he asked, chuckling as she glared at him, "and why should I?"

Misty snorted as they turned to walk up to the Whiterun gates, "because, it's the nice thing to do," she said, smacking his arm, "I'd let you win." He gave her a raised, skeptical eyebrow before she sighed. "Fine, I wouldn't let you win ever, but you should let me win once in a while. I already have low confidence in myself."

Wolfe sighed, letting his hands rest on the hilts of his daggers, "fine, I'll let you win something...eventually," he said, getting a tongue click from the woman.

"You're an ass," she growled as the men chuckled.

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They paused at the gate, watching as a guard approached them, "Whiterun is closed with the dragons about," the guard said, sounding a hell of a lot nicer than the guards in Riften.

"We have news about the dragons from Helgen," Hawke said, stepping ahead of the group.

The guard glanced at them before nodding, "you best tell the Jarl as soon as possible," the guard said, nodding to the other two guards as they opened the gates for Misty and her friends.


The City of Whiterun was absolutally breath taking. The game doesn't do it justice, Misty thought as they made their way through the city. The olde world scandinavian buildings that stood to either side of the walkway.

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They were met with the smell of hot metal, burning wood and carcoal as they walked past the blacksmith, Warmaiden's. The sound of Adrianna working on an armor table made her pause to watch. The strength and accuracy with which she struck the metal plate left her in awe of the blacksmith trade. Misty wanted so badly to learn but knew they had a job to do too. Children ran toward them, weaving between her companions, laughing as they raced away from the group, heading for the market. She couldn't keep the smile from her face at how happy everyone seemed to be.

When they reached the market, she had to stop and take in everything she could, looking at all the merchants as they called out their wares and talked to the locals.

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They climbed the steps leading to the gildergreen tree, walking around the dying tree as Misty rubber necked.

"Oh my god, it's Jorrvaskr. Home of the Companions," she said, wiggling happily before jogging around the tree, getting a raised eyebrow from her companions, "and the temple of Kynareth!" she did a girly spin on her toes, "this is like a dream. I only wish I had a camera," she sighed.

"Um....Misty," Inigo's voice brought her around to face the confused men, "shouldn't we speak to the Jarl?"

Misty gave a sigh and nodded, "fine, but after we get done with what Balgruuf wants us to do, I'm taking a tour," she said, following Hawke and Riordan up the steps to Dragon's Reach.


 Misty gasped at the sheer size of the main hall of Dragon's Reach, her eyes wide as she looked around, "and this isn't even the throne and dining area," she whispered to herself as she moved to catch up to her companions, already halfway up the steps leading to the Jarl.

They started to make their way across to the Jarl, who was talking with his steward, when the dark elf on the other side of him noticed them. She pulled her sword and started toward them, looking ready for a fight. Misty moved forward, placing her hand on Riordan's arm as he started to raise it to draw his weapon.



"What is the meaning of this?" the steward asked, her voice low and annoyed.

"We come baring news of the dragons," Misty said loud enough to catch the Jarl and his steward's attention.

"If you have news, then I will relay it to Jarl Balgruuf," the dark elf woman said, getting a head shake from Misty.

"Riverwood was the closest to the attack on Helgen and needs the Jarl's help to protect it," she said, sounding a little more desperate than she really was.

The dark elf's eyes widened for a moment before she sheathed her sword, "we'd better tell the Jarl," she said, turning to the Jarl...right behind her.

Misty scoffed, shaking her head at how rediculas it was. Like he didn't just fucking hear us, she thought as she moved forward, feeling a little nervous as she stood before Jarl Balgruuf. She ground her teeth to keep from squealing at seeing one of the men played a big, helpful role in the Dragonborn quest. She also ground her teeth to keep from throwing up with how nervous she was.



"Is it true? Did you really see a dragon in Helgen?" he asked, getting a nod from Inigo, Hawke and Wolfe as Misty spoke.

"Yes. We saw it rise up from the destroyed town of Helgen before taking off in this direction," she said, giving the Jarl a determined look.

The Jarl's eyes widened before he looked at his steward, "what say you, Proventus? Shall we continue to trust the strength of our walls? Against a dragon?"

The imperial folded his arms over his chest, looking her over with a frown, before Irileth spoke, "my lord, we should send troops to Riverwood at once. It is in the most immediate danger."

Proventus clicked his tongue, "the Jarl of Falkreath with view that as a provocation! He'll assume we're preparing to attack him and side with Ulfric. We should..."

Balgruuf cut him off as he sat up, "enough! I will not stand by while a dragon detroys my hold and slaughters my people," he growled, looking at his dark elf housecarl, "Irileth, send troops to Riverwood immediately."

"Yes, my Jarl," the woman said before heading for the doors.

"If you'll...excuse me," Proventus said, giving Balgruuf a bow, "I will return to my duties."

"I think that is best," the Jarl said, watching Proventus walk away before turning his attention back to Misty and her friends, "well done. You sought me out of your own initiative. You've done Whiterun a service and I will never forget that." He snapped his fingers, bringing forth a guard carrying a set of Steel plate armor to them.



She blinked at the armor as the guard held it out to her, making it look easy to carry. She swallowed, afraid of taking it before Riordan appeared beside her, taking the armor from the guard with a bow.

"Take this as a token of my gratitude," he said, giving her a smile before leaning back in his chair, the way Jarls do, "there is one more thing you could do for me."

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Misty gave a nod as Riordan stepped back, holding the armor like it weighed nothing, "anything for Whiterun," she said, getting a chuckle from the Jarl.

"Great," he said, getting to his feet and motioning for her to follow him, "Come. Farenger, my court wizard, has been researching the dragons ever since hearing about them and he believes he is onto something."

They stopped just this side of the desk with papers and books strewn across it. She tilted her head at the soul gems that sat here and there atop the papers and books, as if randomly laid there.

"Farengar," Balgruuf said, getting the attention of a man wearing dark purple robes who was looking over a large map pinned to a wall divider. "I've found someone who can help you with your dragons project. Go ahead and fill them in on all the details."

Farengar glanced over her and her friends as the Jarl walked away, "so, the Jarl thinks you can be of use to me with my research," he said, his voice sounding a bit bored, "yes, I could use someone to fetch something for me."

Misty held up her hand and turned giving Caladh a smirk, "it wouldn't happen to be the Dragonstone, would it?" she asked, keeping her eyes on Caladh.

Caladh frowned at her as he folded his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Why, yes it would, but how did you know that?" Farengar asked, blinking at her in surprise.

She turned to him and shrugged, "lucky guess," she said, sliding the bag off her back and setting it on the table before pulling the dragonstone from the bag. She set it on the table, getting an excited gasp from the mage as he leaned over it, his eyes wide as he looked at it.


 Misty yawned as they walked from Dragons Reach, stretching her arms high above her head before rolling her head around her shoulders. "Well, that was awesome," she grumbled before giving a sigh.

"What were you expecting?" Inigo asked, standing beside her as they stopped on the landing in the middle of the stairs.

Misty sighed again and rubbed the back of her head, "honestly, I was waiting for Irileth to come running into Farengar's study saying there was a dragon attack," she said, walking down the steps to the gildergreen.

"I wonder where Sirius ran off to," Hawke said, glancing down toward the market as Misty and Caladh took a seat on one of the benches.

"He probably went to find a fight, since there are no dragons," Caladh said, folding his arms over his chest.



Misty glanced toward Jorrvaskr and tilted her head, Hmmm, I wonder... she thought as she got to her feet.

"Where are you going, Misty?" Inigo asked, the ears on his head turned in her direction as he tilted his head.

Misty shrugged, "to test a theory," she said, moving up the steps of Jorrvaskr, "I'll be back in a minute."

"Hold a moment," Wolfe called, as he and Riordan followed her up the steps.

They walked around the corner to the sound of grunting and metal on metal before the thud of something large and fleshy hitting the ground sounded. Misty blinked at Sirius as he huffed on his back in the dirt, his arms out at his sides and his great sword a little ways from his hand beside him.

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Misty felt herself grin before she gave Wolfe a nudge in the arm. Wolfe chuckled as she moved forward to stand over the nord.

 

"You lack in skill what you have in eagerness, whelp. Come back when you've grow up," the man that had put him on the ground said as he slid his great sword back onto his back.



Sirius huffed, opening his eyes as Misty leaned over him with a smile.

"What up dog," she said, standing straight and looking at Skjor as Sirius sat up, "and uh....dog..."

Skjor narrowed his eyes at her, giving her a frown before Sirius stood straight...ish.

"Misty, are we fighting a dragon?" Sirius asked, getting a sigh from the woman as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Let me guess. You ran through the the streets of Whiterun and straight up to Dragons Reach, burst through the doors like you were in an action move, marched right up to the Jarl and probably hollered something along the lines of 'I'm here to slay the dragon'. The Jarl, thinking you were crazy, looked at you like you were crazy and said that they had no idea what you were talking about. So, because you were acting crazy, you acted crazy and caused a scene, got thrown out of Dragons Reach and ended up here sparring with anyone you could to blow off some steam, but got your ass kicked instead," she folded her arms over her chest as she looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, "am I right?"

Sirius blinked at her with wide eyes before chuckling and rubbing the back of his head, "your visions are uncanny with their accuracy," he said, giving her a smile.

Misty rolled her eyes, "it's not a vision, it's common sense. You were excited and acting like a psycho. I mean, who the hell runs off to fight a dragon that they're not sure is there?" she asked, shaking her head, "fucking nord."

Sirius chuckled weakly before stumbling forward. Misty caught him as best she could catch a two hundred fifty plus pound man wearing heavy armor, grunting against his weight.

"Fuck, Sirius," she growled, thankful for strong legs, "why didn't you stop when you started to get tired."

Sirius hummed against her shoulder, his legs barely keeping him from crushing her, "you smell nice."

Misty felt herself blush before she leaned up to look at Riordan and Wolfe, "a little help here."

"You look like you've got him," Wolfe said, glancing at a man leaning against one of the pillars, watching them with suspicious eyes.



Misty clicked her tongue before taking a deep breath and turning before lifting Sirius onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry, "god you're a heavy fucker," Misty growled as she carried him past the surprised Wolfe and Riordan. She paused long enough to glare at them, "both of y'all can go fuck yourselves." She continued on, grumbling the entire way as she carried a barely conscious Sirius down to the group.


Skjor watched the small group leave with the eager whelp being carried away by the small strange woman before moving up the steps to sit at one of the tables with a huff, "that was hardly worth my time," he growled under his breath, pouring a bottle of ale into one of the flagons on the table.

Vilkas pushed away from the pillar, taking a seat across from Skjor as the man drank deep of the ale, "I think that woman was the one Farkas was talking about. He mentioned how strangely she talked and how she knew about the blood."

Skjor wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave a nod, glancing toward the direction they had left, "I noticed that as well," he said, frowning at how she had called him a dog before snatching a loaf of bread from the table and taking a large bite of it.

"Do you think she will be a problem?" Vilkas asked, leaning back in his seat as Skjor shook his head.

"I don't think so. She seemed strange, but harmless," Skjor said between bites of bread.

Vilkas scoffed, "harmless? Sure," he paused, thinking about how she had lifted the large nord from the ground and carried him off like he hardly weighed anything."

Skjor thought about that for a moment before nodding, "you're right. I've seen full grown men who couldn't do that," he said, scoffing into his drink, "milk drinkers."

"I'm going to go talk to the master about what he wants us to do about the strange woman," Vilkas said, getting to his feet as Skjor nodded.

"But if Kodlak says to leave her be, Vilkas..." he trailed off, leaving the rest of his words hanging in the air.

Vilkas gave a nod, "I know, I know," he said, walking into the hall of the Companions as he rolled his eyes. I'm not a whelp anymore, Skjor, he thought, ignoring the arguement starting between the dark elf and Njada as he moved through the hall to the doors leading to the underbelly of Jorrvaskr. Tilma, the care taker of the hall, gave him a slight nod as she swept the floor, getting a nod from the warrior as he moved to the room at the back of the dorms.



Kodlak Whitemane sat at a table to the right, reading through a book as he sipped on an ale. He looked up at Vilkas as the young warrior moved to the seat across from him, taking a seat as Kodlak put the book down on the table. "You look as if you have something on your mind. What is it you wish to ask, pup?"

Vilkas lowered his eyes to the ground, feeling like a child again as Kodlak watched him with patient eyes, much like he did when Vilkas was young. He took a deep breath and looked back up at Kodlak as he straightened his back, "Skjor and I have met the strange woman that Farkas was speaking of earlier, master."

Kodlak chuckled, "I am no one's master, Vilkas, and what was this woman like?"

Vilkas shrugged, folding his arms over his chest as he sat back in his seat, "she spoke strangely and used some even stranger words. She also carried the young whelp off like he weighed nothing," Vilkas said, getting a surprised look from Kodlak.

"The young buck that stormed in here looking for a fight?" Kodlak asked, getting a nod from Vilkas, "hmm. I see." He paused for a moment before seeming to decide something, "perhaps we should invite her to Jorrvaskr to see what she truely knows. Send the last blooded to deliver the invitation."

Vilkas nodded as he stood, "as you wish," he said, leaving the room as Kodlak went back to his book.


 

 Misty rolled her eyes as Sirius leaned over the table, nursing the ale Riordan had bought him. "You shouldn't have run off like a crazy. It serves you right," she said, taking a sip of her mead from the bottle.

"Thanks for carrying me, Misty. I didn't know someone so small could be that strong," he said, turning the mug on the table as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

Misty shrugged, "I have really strong legs. Except for my personality, that's the strongest part of me, I think," she said, taking a bite of bread with a sigh, "what I wouldn't give for some honey butter."

"Honey butter. Mmm, sounds delicious," Inigo hummed.

Misty smiled, "I know, right," she leaned back in her seat to look at Elrindir as he wiped down the counter. She pushed her chair out as she stood, "I'm going to see if Elrindir has any butter and honey." She walked to the counter, giving the wood elf a smile that he returned.

 "Hello there. Need a refill on your mead?" Elrindir asked, reaching under the counter for another bottle.

"Sure, but I was also wondering if you have any butter and honey that I could buy?" she asked, getting an apologetic smile from the elf.

"I'm sorry, M'lady, I do not," he said, setting the bottle of mead on the counter, "I'm sure Carlotta Valentia might have some. She runs a food stall in the market."

"No need to go to that much trouble," a smoothe male voice said from the table not far from the counter, "I have honeycomb and butter in my pack."

Misty turned, her eyes widening at the high elf as he smoothly stood from his chair and came toward her, setting his pack down on the counter as she stared at him. He gave her a gentle smile as he removed a couple of wrapped items from his bag and set them on the counter in front of her. She blinked, glancing down at the items before looking back up at him with narrowed eyes as she tilted her head. He leaned against the counter, smiling down at her with sparkling jade green eyes that seemed to glow with magic.



She swallowed the drool and licked her lips, "what do you want for them?" she asked, nodding to the wrapped items as she paid for her mead.

He shrugged, "nothing. I'm giving them to you," he said, standing straight, "I'm not going to use them. I don't cook."

Misty watched him with disbelief as he pulled the bag up onto his shoulder. "Nobody gives for free so, spill it. What'd'ya want?" she asked, poking him in the chest.

He slowly looked down at her finger before gently taking her hand in his. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her finger, smiling at her as he rubbed his fingers across her knuckles. A strange warmth flowed down her arm, wrapping itself around her heart and mind like a hug. Misty's cheeks flushed as she stared back, her eyes wide as if she were enthralled. She blinked, realizing a warming sensation that seemed to be coming from his hand. She swallowed, licking her lips as she looked deep into his eyes, why do I feel so strange? They shone back as her, the magic in them moving around as if alive in the depths of those green pools. "Well, maybe a little of your time and company would be a perfect reparation," he said, his voice seeming to hold more meaning as it slid through her like the warmth had.

She felt herself start to fall back into that warmth before jerking her hand from his and smacking him across the face, snapping his head to the side. She glared at him as he looked back at her, stunned as he rubbed his cheek, "fucking snake," she snarled, poking him in the chest, "you're goddamned fucking lucky it wasn't my fucking fist you conniving, manipulative, two-faced, brainless, egotistic, backwoods, altmer piece of shit! I should fucking knock those pretty teeth out your goddamn head!" She lunged at him and would have hit him, had Hawke not intervined, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around as he bent down, lifting her from the ground and onto his shoulder. "Damnit, Hawke. Put me down!" she growled, beating her fists against his armored back.

"Excuse her, she's a little ansy," Hawke said, giving the high elf an empty smile as he shrugged her more onto his shoulder, knocking the wind out of her.

"Fuck," she grunted, coughing for a second.

Wolfe snagged the wrapped items from the counter, "I'll take these as payment for not allowing her to rip your head from your shoulders," he said, giving the elf a smirk, "you're damned lucky about it too."

Hawke turned and started back for the table as the woman struggled on his shoulder.

"You were one of my favorite mods, you jackass!" she hollered, beating her fist against Hawke's hard, leather clad back, "fucking put me down."

Hawke dropped her into a chair, where Riordan placed his strong, tough hand on her shoulder to keep her there. She snorted, folding her arms over her chest as she glared across the room at the high elf, "fucking jackass. I'll show him a fucking illusion spell. Shove that shit up his fucking ass, is what the fuck I'm gunna do," she muttered under her breath. Wolfe set the butter and honeycomb down on the table before stepping away as she snatched it from the table along with a flagon.


"Oh gods, this is delicious," Inigo said around a mouthful of bread and honey butter.

The others hummed in agreement, making her smile slightly before she glanced toward the high elf. She sighed, slathering some of the honey butter on a slice of bread before putting it on a plate before standing.

"Misty," Hawke warned, giving her a stern look.

She clicked her tongue as she moved around Riordan, "I'm not going to hit him...yet," she said, moving across the tavern toward the elf.



He looked up, his eyes narrowed as he sat up stright, the tips of his fingers sparking, ready for a fight. Misty was still fuming from earlier as she, roughly, set the plate down on the table in front of him. He blinked at the bread with surprised eyes, the electricity on his fingertips disappating as he looked back up at her.

She glared at him with her arms folded over her chest, "I don't like being manipulated, Taliesin," she said, watching him with angry green eyes.

He took a deep breath, looking down at the bread like it might be poisoned, "how do you know my name?"

"It's not poisoned and that's a long story," she said, swallowing as she lowered her arms to her sides, starting to feel more anxious than angry now, "I'm not a complete bitch and I wouldn't have been able to make honey butter without the stuff you had. And Wolfe is a rude prick, so, I figured it was only fair you get some of it. I don't care if you like it," LIAR!! the voice in her head screamed. The truth was, she really hoped he liked it. Despite the illusion mind capture spell he used on her, he was still sexy and still one of her favorite Mod followers. She took another deep breath and cleared her throat, "so enjoy." She turned, deciding she needed to leave before she started to blush, or he used more magic on her.

Taliesin reached out, taking hold of her arm to stop her from leaving. She turned, her mind already trying to decide if she would fight or not if he threw her on the table to have his way with her. WHY BRAIN!?!? WHY!?!?

He noticed a couple of the men stand at the other table before turning his eyes to her, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry," Taliesin said, his eyes no longer holding any magic as he looked up at her.

She blinked down at him before giving him a smile, "you'll have to earn my forgiveness, Taliesin, because I already don't trust you."

He gave her a nod, releasing her wrist as he sat back in his seat, "I understand and hope that I can gain it."

She shrugged, "the easiest way to do that is to not try to manipulate me and to just be a good guy." She tilted her head slightly as she gave him a half smile, "you can do that, right?" She turned, heading back to the table where the men that had come in with her had sat back down.

Taliesin watched the group for a moment thinking how strange they were. A nord, and altmer, a dark elf, two imperials and a strangely colored khajiit. Not to mention whatever she is, he thought, watching her with curious eyes, no woman has ever broken out of my seduction spell before, and from what I could feel, she hardly has any magic. He lifted the slice of bread from the plate and gave it a sniff. The smell of warm butter and honey made his mouth water before he took a bite. His eyes widened at the taste, surprised as the sweetness from the honey and the saltiness from the butter combined to make a tastey sensation that was so simple and yet. He blinked down at his hand, the slice of bread already gone, leaving only crumbs on the plate and his fingers, as he licked his lips.

"If you want more, Misty said to tell you that she can make more if you have more honeycomb and butter," the strangely colored khajiit said, standing next to the table, "my friend also said that this is your chance for redemption and adventure and trust me, we have had much adventure already."

Taliesin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before giving a nod and standing, "sounds good."

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Misty laughed as Wolfe poked fun at Taliesin, making the high elf glare at the imperial over his flagon. "Ignore Wolfe. He picks on everyone," she said, getting a nod of agreement from most of the men at the table, "he thinks he's funny. I just haven't had the heart to tell him he's not."

Wolfe snorted, "neither are you, princess."

Misty rolled her eyes as she set her mead down on the table, "I never claimed to be, hound dog."

Wolfe clicked his tongue as everyone laughed, enjoying the banter between the two. Misty couldn't help but laugh along with them, knowing that things could have been a hell of a lot worse if she didn't have anyone to help her. She glanced up at the doors as they opened, revealing a very tall, very muscular, very naked from the waist up except for the hood scarf thing he had wrapped around his head and broad shoulders nord. She gulped as he lowered the hood and gave Elrindir a nod.

 

 Oh my god it's Kieron! Please don't talk to me. Please do talk to me. If he talks to me I might scream. Maybe he won't talk to me. Maybe he likes the atmosphere here. Maybe he's...oh my god! Her eyes widened as he looked their way and started for them, his whole body screaming confident before he stopped behind Wolfe.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod. Wolfe looked over his shoulder at the man, both men meeting one another's eyes for a few seconds until the new man looked up at her. She couldn't breathe as those amber eyes met her's, almost choking her with the intensity. Not that his gaze was intense, more like gentle and curious but, when a hot guy or girl is staring at you, everything is intense.



"I was sent here to invite you to Jorrvaskr," he said, his deep scottish accented voice stopping her breath.

If he calls me lass, I'm going to die, she thought, still staring at him with wide eyes.

He gave her a smirk, his eyes seeming to find her discomfort amusing, "don't look so frightened, Lass. It's nothing for you to worry about."

She could have died on the spot for all she knew. She blinked a couple of times, convinced she had blacked out for a moment before opening her mouth to thank him and a strained, low squeal came out. She wanted to close her mouth, crawl into a hole and die, but not even her lungs were obeying her at the moment.

He gave her a raised eyebrow and a smile, "I'll take that as a yes, then."

"Does Kodlak want to see her tonight?" Hawke asked, finding Misty's reaction strange.

Kieron gave a shrug, "he just said that he needed to speak with her. I'm just the messenger."

You can be my messenger any day, she thought she said in her head. The surprised looks the men gave her, including Kieron, told her loud and clear that she had said that outloud. Her eyes grew wider and she did the only thing she could think of. "I meant that....if I need a messege delivered and you're....stuff and things *nervous breathy laughter*.....I need a drink who wants a drink I need a drink," she stood and quickly made her way around Riordan before scurrying across the room and behind the counter, "I'll get it," she said, dropping to the floor and sitting with her back against the shelves under the counter. She pulled her knees up, putting her hands around her head and staring at the floor several feet away from her. "Why would you say that outloud you stupid?" she whispered to herself smacking her fists lightly against her head, "stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid."

"Are you going to get more mead or are you going to sit there for a while?" Elrindir asked, giving her a knowing smile.

"I'll give you fifty gold to let me sit here for a while," she said, glancing up at him for a second before putting her head on her knees, "fuck my life."

"Deal, but I don't know what you're going to accomplish like this," Elrindir said, leaning back against the counter with his arms folded over his chest.

Misty ignored him as she mentally scoulded herself, dumb bitch, why would you let your mouth move when it shouldn't be and not move when it should. Fucking stupid. Now he thinks you're a freak.

"Are you alright, Lass?"

Her eyes snapped open and she looked up, her eyes meeting Kieron's as he leaned over the counter and looked down at her. She opened her mouth to say something, only to do the strained squeal, heating up her face. Her eyes widened and she, once again, did the only thing she could think of. She scurried, on her hands and knees, to the open end of the counter and sat against the counter, shaking her head vigorously. She put her hands over her head, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart before it killed her. Why, God, why!!

"She'll be alright in a few minutes. Tell Kodlak we'll speak to him a little later. Thank you," Hawke's voice permiated through her foggy head and Kieron saying lass over and over again.

She turned, slowly rising up enough to watch Kieron head for the door. He paused, giving her a glance before winking. Her eyes widened again and she ducked down, putting her head to the floor as her heart picked up again. Fuck why!?! She heard the door open and shut, giving her a small piece of mind, but she remained on the floor, trying to relearn how to breathe as her body shook.

"He's gone. You can come up off the floor now," Caladh's voice was annoyed.

She wanted to move. She wanted to get up. She wanted to not have ended up face down on the floor in the first place. "I think I'm stuck," she said into the floor, blinking a few times as she heard boot steps coming around the side of the counter. She closed her eyes, taking a few more deep breaths as the boots stopped beside her. She felt arms slide around her stomach and almost felt relieved, thinking it was Hawke. I'm so glad I have a friend like him, she thought, lifting her head as he helped her get to her feet. Her eyes moved to the boots and the pants of the man helping her up. Wait, those aren't Hawke's pants or boots, she thought, furrowing her brow as her eyes started to move up the man's body. Her eyes widened when she reached bare skin and a six pack. God, please no. She looked up, meeting Kieron's amber eyes with her own wide eyes as he smiled down at her.



"Feel better lah..."

She cut him off back, basically attacking the poor man, covering his mouth with both her hands, like that would stop his voice echoing "lass" in her head, "shhh! Don't talk. Don't say things and stuff. Just no," she said, her voice higher than she intended, but she was in panic mode, at this point. They stood there for a moment, his hands on her waist and her hands on his mouth. She finally realized that she was pressed against his body and the solid feel of him started to sink in, heating up her entire face as the heat from his large hand started to sink through her clothes. She was now paralized by the fact that...oh. My. God. I'm leaning against Kieron's rock hard bod. Why did I just think it like that? Oh god he's so fucking solid. Images of him holding her tight against that solid hunk of man danced in her head. She tried to breathe only for another low squeal to come out. She felt his lips turn up in a smile against her hands as his eyes shone down at her with amusement sparkling in those amber orbs. His grip on her waist tightened slightly as he gently tried to move her back from him. She pulled her hands away from his mouth, giving him a strained, nervous smile as she held her hands against her chest, "sorry."

He smiled once she was moved away from him but still kept his hands on her waist, ready to keep her at a distance if need be, "I can honestly say that I've never had a woman throw themselves at me to, literally, shut me up," he said, slowly removing his hands when he thought she wouldn't attack him again, "you are a very strange woman, lah..."

Misty had snatched an apple from the counter and shoved it in his mouth, her eyes widening when she realized what she had done. She put her hands to her mouth at she blinked at a, now annoyed looking Kieron, "I'm sorry."

He bit through the apple, letting it drop into his as he watched her and wiped the apple juice from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, "you are very strange."

Misty actually let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding and nodded, at least he didn't lick it off, she thought, thankful for small miracles. "So, who put you up to this?" she asked, instantly knowing who it was before he shrugged.

"Nobody inparticular," he said, taking another bite of the apple. It cruched as he bit into it, spilling juice down from the corner of his mouth.

God I wish I was that apple, she thought, licking her lips as he did. Her eyes widened when she realized she had done it at the same time. Oh maker's ballsack, why? she thought as the corner of his mouth quirked up and he leaned forward. She swallowed, taking a step back and bumping into the counter. Her breath stopped as he leaned toward her, putting his hand on the edge of the counter beside her.

"What's wrong, lass? You look a little...red," he said, brushing the knuckle of his finger against her cheek.

She stopped breathing for a moment, the smell of apple mixed with the scent of ale, burning wood, and heat combined with Kieron's amber eyes made a potent lady killer. She opened her mouth to say something and, yet again, only letting loose a low, raspy squeal.

He chuckled, standing straight as he grinned down at her, "he was right. You are amusing," he said as he walked around the counter. He set a couple of coins down on the counter before leaving the tavern.

Misty blinked a few times, taking a couple shallow breaths as Inigo appeared in front of her, giving her concerned amber cat eyes.

"Are you alright, my friend?" he asked, blinking in surprise as she let her head drop forward onto his chest.

"Imma kill Wolfe," she whispered, hearing chuckling and laughter from the other side of the room.


 Misty glared at Wolfe across the table, her arms folded over her chest as he grinned back, "do you get some sort of sick enjoyment out of my discomfort?"

He shrugged, leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed, "it was funny," he said, grinning at her.

She snorted, "there's nothing funny about not being able to breathe, you ass," she growled, snatching her drink from the table before downing half of it.

"So, what was it about him that made it hard to breathe," Taliesin asked, finding it interesting that she had that kind of reaction to a man without magic use, "he didn't use any kind of magic that I could feel."

Caladh sighed, shaking his head at the naivety of the high elf, "some don't have to use magic to seduce a woman," he said, getting a glare from Taliesin as Wolfe laughed.

"So, what did he have that was different?" Riordan asked, barely interested in Taliesin and Wolfe poking at one another verbally.

Misty took a deep breath, slouching in her seat as she looked down into the bottle of mead, "his accent," she muttered, instantly taking a drink.

"His what?" Hawke asked, giving her a raised eyebrow as Wolfe and Taliesin stopped their insults long enough to listen.

Misty sighed and cleared her throat before sitting up straight, "his accent, okay. It's the way he talks and....says lass," she said, feeling her cheeks start to heat up just from thinking about it. Damnit, she growled in her head as she finished her mead.

"I'm looking for a Misty," a man wearing grubby looking clothing with a closely cut hair style and worn shoes said to Elrindir.

Elrindir pointed toward her, making her frown as the man came to their table.

"I've got a letter for you from Mercer Frey. It seemed urgent that you get this as soon a possible," he said, handing the letter to her across the table.



Misty sighed, taking the letter from him, "I'll give you double what you'd normally get if you stick around long enough for me to reply to this," she said, opening the letter. She glanced over it, giving a sigh and an eyeroll before flipping the paper over.

"What'd it say?" Sirius asked, leaning over the back of her seat with his hands on the back of her seat.

She sighed, "anyone got any charcoal or ink and a quill?" she asked, getting a nod from Inigo as he pulled out a corked bottle of ink and a worn quill, "it pretty much says that if I don't finish the job Maven's going to be pissed. Because I care if that fucking gutter cunt is pissed or not," she muttered as she started to write on the back of the letter.

"Read to us what you write," Wolfe said with a grin.

"I have to hear this," Sirius said, taking the seat next to her that Hawke had just vacated.

"Fine," she said, starting to write, "Dear Mercer. First, hi. I'm doing well, thanks for asking. Got side tracked by a dragon in Helgen but it's all good. I'll write again when we've finished the job. Kisses and love. Melissa AKA Misty. P.S. Your handwriting sucks."

Wolfe was grinning at that as he took a drink.

"So, what's this job you're talking about?" Sirius asked as she folded the letter and gave it to the courier with several pieces of gold.

She shrugged, "thieves guild shit. Real boring," she said, taking a drink from her mead.

"So, you're a theif?" Riordan asked, sounding as skeptical as he looked.

Misty shook her head, "not really. I just, recently, learned how to pick a lock so, no."

"So, you're real name's Melissa?" Caladh asked, getting a nod from the woman.

"Yep. Melissa Holde with an 'e'. I just prefer to go by Misty because it's easier to remember and I don't really like my name," she said, turning her drink on the table.

"I like it," Sirius said, laying his arm across the back of her chair.

"Me too," Taliesin said, giving her a smile from across the table.

Misty rolled her eyes, "well, I don't care if you like it, I'm going by Misty," she said, getting chuckles from the men around her.

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Misty yawned as they climbed the steps of Jorrvaskr, hoping that, whatever awaited them inside wasn't going to be too bad. They entered the hall and were met by Vilkas and Farkas, making Misty narrow her eyes at the two.

"I hope we haven't kept you waiting," Hawke said, giving the two a harmless smile.

Misty rolled her eyes as she turned, starting for the stairs leading down below the hall, "Kodlak's down in his room, right?"

The men glanced at one another before Vilkas gave a nod.

"Alright," she said, pausing for a second before looking back at her friends, "why don't you guys stay here? I'm not going to be long and too many people will be a problem."

Hawke frowned at her and was about to say something before Wolfe moved forward, "I'll go with you," he said, giving Hawke a nod.

Misty sighed and rolled her eyes, "no, I don't think that's..."

"It's fine if he comes," Vilkas said, slightly surprising Misty.



She gave a shrug before heading down the stairs and into the dorm area of Jorrvaskr. She moved through the hallway, thinking how stuffy the place smelled before pausing at the doors. Kieron leaned back against a wall with his arms and ankles crossed. Skjor sat in a chair to the right of the last room and turned his attention to her, frowning. Aela leaned against the other wall opposite of Kieron with her arms folded over her chest. Her eyes narrowed at seeing Misty. Misty sparred a glance behind her at the brothers as they, seemed, to block her exit to leave. She was glad that Wolfe was at her back. Finally, she looked at the old warrior sitting in the center of the group, his steel grey eyes watching her with amusement before he spoke.



"You come into the den with only one companion to support you. You are either brave or reckless," the old man said, his voice low with an edge of weariness to it.

Misty folded her arms over her chest as she looked at him with narrowed, calculating eyes, "neither. I'm smart enough to know that, whatever information you want and whatever information that'll be revealed you don't want the rest of Skryim to know about," she said, glancing at Wolfe, "he can keep a secret."

Kodlak watched her for a few moments, making her a little uncomfortable before speaking again, "Farkas has told us some interesting information about a woman that knows about the Companions' secret. Is that you?"

Misty watched him for a second before shrugging, "maybe. Which secret are you talking about? I know quite a few," she said, tilting her head as she glanced from Skjor to Aela to Kieron and back again, "how I know them is a long story that you wouldn't believe. Hell, most the people that I travel with don't believe me."

Kodlak chuckled, "try us, young pup."

Misty stared at him for a moment before taking a deep breath and licking her lips, unsure of what she should tell them. She cleared her throat before looking at Skjor. If I warn him, maybe he won't die. I wonder how the companions will do if that doesn't happen, she thought, giving Kodlak a nod, "alright." She stood straight, letting her hands drop to her sides, "I know that the Silver hand is going to attack Jorrvaskr and kill you," she said, looking Kodlak in the eyes.

Aela scoffed, "impossible. They wouldn't be stupid enough to come here to attack us," she said, getting chuckles from the warriors around her.

Misty snorted, "well, they do. I've played it enough times to know that I can't stop it," she said, shaking her head, "and god how I've tried." She looked up at Kodlak, already feeling the sadness she always felt at finding Kodlak's body just inside the hall of Jorrvaskr. "I'm sorry in advance." She paused, licking her lips, "for what it's worth, you went out fighting and the funeral is beautiful and you can be cured after."

Kodlak gave her a nod as he sat up, folding his arms over his chest, "thank you, child. Is there anything else you can tell us?"

She nodded, taking a deep breath before looking at Skjor again, this time turning toward him fully, "when you attack the fort the Silver Hand is hiding out in, because you will, don't go in there alone or you will die," she said, giving Skjor serious, stern eyes.

Skjor chuckled, looking at her like she was crazy, "what is this? What do you take us for, woman?"

Misty shook her head, "you shouldn't go in there alone, Skjor or you won't come back out," she said, trying to be calm and even tempered.

"Skjor is our finest warrior. No Silver Hand could take him out," Aela said, shaking her head.

Misty ground her teeth, closing her eyes to keep her temper. She took a deep breath before opening her eyes and looking at Skjor again, "I know that what I'm saying sounds crazy to you because you're looking at me like I'm fucking insane, but you need to understand that I don't have to tell you shit but I am because I think you dying is a waste of a warrior."

"Do you think me so weak that I would lose to one of them?" Skjor asked, getting to his feet as he tried to intimidate her, "I'm no milk drinker."

Misty swallowed the fear and stood her ground as she glared at him, letting her temper take over, "I don't give a flying, two faced, purple people eating fuck how strong you THINK you are! There are too many of them and you can't take them all, despite this glorious image of yourself you have in your fucking head. If you go in that fort alone. YOU. WILL. DIE."

Skjor glared at her for a few more seconds before snorting and leaving the room, "I don't have to listen to this."

"Fine. Don't. But when you're part of Hercine's fucking pack on his hunting grounds, I want you to remember that you were warned and chose to ignore it," she said, glaring at his back as he paused in the doorway leading to the other companions' beds.

He turned, his eyes narrowed as she felt a wave of fear before pushing it down and giving him a determined look. Even as he moved, aggressively, toward her. Wolfe put himself between her and Skjor, smiling an empty smile up at the man.

"If you want the princess, you're going to have to go through me," he said, getting surprised blink from Skjor before the one eyed warrior looked up at her.

"You're a princess?" Farkas asked, sounding as surprised as the others looked.

Misty rolled her eyes, "no I'm not," she said, pausing for a second as she folded her arms over her chest, "but I am going to be High Queen because fuck Tullius and Ulfric. I'll be damned if either of them get control of Skyrim."

The hall was silent for a moment before all the warriors burst out laughing, except Wolfe, but he didn't keep the amused smile from his face.

"You? High Queen? Don't make me laugh," Skjor said, shaking his head.

Misty snorted, "that's real nice coming from a dead man," she said, smirking at him. Skjor stopped laughing and glared at her. She shook her head, "look, I don't have to sit here and take this. I came as a fucking courtesy, not because I wanted to. I have a lot of respect for the companions because you do what others can't or won't do, but I'm starting to think that you're just a bunch of fucking thugs and mercenaries with nothing better to do than hide behind a once great name."

Aela clicked her tongue, "watch your tongue, whelp," she growled, turning Misty's attention to her.

"Tell me I'm wrong. Or, better yet, prove that I'm wrong," she said, shaking her head, "I know you're great warriors, but your prides get in the way more than they help. Once you realize that, Jorrvaskr and the Companions can be great again."

"Your words are wiser than beyond your years, pup," Kodlak said, turning her attention to him, "how do you plan to become High Queen of Skyrim?"

Misty blinked at that, surprised that someone didn't think she was crazy.

"Master, you can't be seriously asking," Vilkas said, getting a glare from Misty and returning the glare.

"I plan to get the Jagged Crown in Korvanjund before the Imperials and the Stormcloaks. It's just a symbol, but with that, I can claim the throne as my own and keep it from being taken over by the Aldmeri Dominion or a bunch of racist pigs that don't believe in equality for everyone," she said, putting her fist in front of her in determination.

Kodlak smiled at her, his grey eyes sparkling with pride, "you make me proud to be in this time, my girl," he said, the spark slowly leaving his eyes, "but I will not be around to witness it, will I?"

Misty slowly lowered her hand to her side, giving him sad eyes, "no. I don't think so," she said, lowering her gaze to the ground, "but I'll make sure you're cured so that you can feast in Sovngarde with your ancestors and predecessors, Kodlak."

He smiled at her, "and when you achieve your goal, I will smile down on you from that feast."

Misty smiled back, feeling a thousand times prouder about fighting to be the High Queen.


 

 Misty stretched before sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling like she had accomplished a lot in the last several days as she pulled her boots from her feet.

"So, tomorrow, we're meeting with Mallius or whatever his name is, get the job done and go back to Riften to tell them it's done," Misty groaned as she undid the bracers and shook them from her arms, "although, I'd rather stay here."

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"Why? So you can hide from that companion that you can't talk to?" Wolfe asked from the bed across from her. He had already undressed down to his pants, but she had kept her eyes averted while he did...sort of. Okay so she peeked while his back was turned, but who wouldn't? He may have pestered her almost constantly, but he was still hot.

"NO!" she said a little too quickly, frowning at him as she unclipped the gaurds from her knees and shins, "I just like Whiterun a lot better than any other city. It's not too hot. Not too cold. Nice people. Good food and friends. I mean, what's there not to like?"

"There aren't any dragons," Sirius said, flopping down on the bed behind her with a heavy, sad sigh.

Misty rolled her eyes as she turned to look at the depressed nord, "that's not a reason to hate Whiterun," she said, getting to her feet as she struggled to get the curass off. She got it halfway off before growling in frustration, "help." She felt someone take hold of the shoulders before pulling it off of her with a slight jerk. She blinked in the candlelight and gave Riordan a smile, "thank you," she said, taking the curass and dropping it next to the rest of her armor before pushing it under the bed with her foot.

Sirius leaned up on his elbows, looking at the writing on her strange tunic before tilting his head, "what are the words on your tunic for?"

Misty blink at him before looking down, "oh!" she stretched the shirt so she could see all the words, "Don't flatter yourself. I Only look up to you because I'm short."

Inigo laughed as he entered the room, "you are quite short, my friend."

Misty grinned as she sat on the bed, "they're just words, Si. For some people, the words on a shirt can say so much about the person wearing it. It's a great way to say something without actually saying it," she said, laying back on the bed. Her head landed on Sirius's chest, but she was too tired to worry about telling him to get up.

"So, in your world people talk to one another by using their shirts?" Caladh asked, giving her a raised eyebrow, "you must have a very quiet world."

Misty chuckled and shook her head, looking at the dark elf as he sat at the desk near the balcony door, "no. Unfortunately, where I'm from, there's lots and lots of people with their own opinions that talk a lot of shit but hardly any of them have the balls to back it up. So, you start an arguement with someone and it progresses, chances are, they aren't going to throw the first punch and, if YOU throw the first punch, you get thrown in prison, even if you aren't the person to start the arguement."

"Sounds unfair," Taliesin said, stretching out on the bed behind Wolfe.

Wolfe clicked his tongue, sitting up in the bed to glare at the high elf, "where in Oblivion do you think you're sleeping?"

Taliesin gave him a cool, slightly bored look before sliding off the bed, "fine, I call sleeping with Misty then."

Misty rolled her eyes, "if y'all are going to fight over who sleeps with who, you can sleep outside like a couple of dogs," she said, sitting up to glare between the two.

Taliesin and Wolfe shot one another a last glare before Taliesin went to the third bed and lay down on it, with his hands behind his head. Wolfe huffed, laying back down on his side with his head propped up on his hand.

Misty clicked her tongue, laying back against Sirius's chest once again with her arms folded over her chest, "fucking children," she muttered, her head vibrating with Sirius's chuckle.

"Just ignore them. I've grown use to ignoring childish behavior so it's easy for me," Caladh said, glancing at Sirius, who narrowed his blue eyes at the dark elf.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sirius growled, as he started to sit up.

Misty sighed, lifting and then dropping her head back down on his chest, causing him to grunt and fall back on the bed. "You get up and I'll knock you the fuck out, son," she growled, turning her head to glare at him.

He sighed, putting one of his hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling, trying to think about anything besides the woman's head on his chest. Her soft hair tickling his chest, stomach and ribs as she moved her head. He sighed, lifting his head enough to look at her before he blinked at her in surprise. Misty had fallen asleep laying on him. He started to sit up, only to get a grumble from the woman as she rolled, curling up with her face to the side and her hand laying on his stomach. He stiffened, not sure if he should move again or not as she sighed in her sleep. He felt something in his stomach tighten at that sound and he stifled his own sigh in response.

"She fall asleep already?" Hawke asked as he walked into the room with a loaf of bread in one hand and a mug of ale in the other.

Sirius nodded, "I don't know if I'm supposed to move or not," he said, looking at her nervously.

Hawke sighed, setting his meal down on the side table before moving to the bed and gently lifting Misty from the bed, freeing Sirius. Misty groaned, throwing out her arm and hitting Hawke in the chin, causing him to grunt and drop her back down on the bed. He rubbed his chin as she, groggily, crawled up to the pillow and laying down, pulling the blanket up as she did. "That actually hurt," Hawke grumbled, furrowing his brow at the sleeping woman.

"Maybe we should take her into battle when she's sleeping," Wolfe said, getting a laugh from Sirius.


 Misty stuffed the rest of the tart in her mouth, sucking the syrup from her fingers as she stood with the others, following them out into the city, "nothing like dessert for breakfast," she said, putting her hands behind her head as they walked. She blinked at the guards running around the city in a panic. Most of the stalls had no one manning them and she furrowed her brow as a group of guards ran for the gate. 


Irileth paused, looking at Misty and her friends, "a dragon has attacked the western watchtower. We're heading there now."

Misty gave a nod, her nerves kicked into overdrive as Sirius gave a laugh.

"YES! FINALLY!" he hollered, drawing his great sword.

Misty reached out, grabbing hold of his arm before he started to run for the gates. He hesitated, looking back at her as she gave him a determined look, "we're in this together. Right Si?"

Sirius watched her for a moment before giving a nod and grinning, "right!"

Misty nodded, turning to look at the others, "you guys go ahead. I'll go get the Companions. I don't think they'll miss out on a chance to fight a dragon."

Hawke gave her a nod as he pointed ahead, "let's kick it!" he hollered, getting a loud, excited holler from Sirius as they ran for the front gates.

Misty jogged up the steps and burst into Jorrvaskr, running through the great hall to the stairs and down. "COMPANIONS!! WHITERUN NEEDS HELP FROM THE DRAGON!!" she hollered, her voice echoing off the walls.

Farkas was the first to show up, because of course he was, "dragon? Really?"

Misty nodded, as the others joined, "I've already sent my party ahead to the watchtower. I figured you guys wouldn't want to miss it," she said, getting a nod from the companions before they rushed through the doors.

Aela paused, looking at her with suspicious eyes, "I still don't trust you or anything you said before," she said, getting an eyeroll from the woman.

"If you don't hurry, between Sirius and Farkas, there won't be enough dragon left for anyone else," she said, giving her a push, "let's get going before they kill it."


Misty bent in half, trying breathe past the burning in her lungs. She had tried to keep up with the companions and decided, about three quarters of the way there, that she couldn't and had slowed to a stop. She stood up, moving the rest of the way to the tower as Irileth and the guards spread out along with her friends and the Companions. She huffed as she stepped up to Inigo, leaning against him with her eyes closed.

"Misty! Where's the dragon!?!" Sirius hollered down from the top of the tower.

She snorted, standing straight as she looked up at him with her eyes shielded from the sun, "give it a minute!" she hollered back.

"Gods, here it comes again!" one of the soldiers in the tower hollered just before a loud roar broke through the silence of the tundra.



Misty's eyes widened as the giant flying lizard flew over the tower, blocking out the light. She craned her head too far back and stumbled before falling to the ground. "That's a big fucking lizard," she exclaimed, scrambling to her feet before making a break for the tower.



The dragon landed between her and the tower, because of course it does. Her eyes widened as the giant lizard turned it's head slightly, looking at her with angry orange amber eyes. She couldn't breathe and her body started to shake as the creature grinned at her. It's wide mouth full of sharp teeth. She couldn't move, even as the dragon lifted it's head, it's mouth opening wide. She screamed as she covered her head, thinking that this was it as the dragon moved to eat her. Suddenly, she was jerked to the side as a truck hit her, or it only felt like a truck. She groaned as she started to sit up, the sounds of hollering, swords hitting something solid and the whoosh of fire breathing permiating the air. She blinked at Farkas as he got to his feet and drew his sword.



He turned, looking down at her with the fire breathing dragon in the background, the wind blowing his medium length long hair across his face. "Now, we're even," he said, turning toward the fight before rushing into the frey.

Misty's heart beat wildly in her chest as she watched him run off, mentally saying a prayer to whichever god would listen to keep him safe. She got to her feet, shaking her head against the jittering of her nerves as she watched her friends fight the dragon. What do I do? I can't really fight, especially a dragon, she thought, clearing her throat as the creature took to the sky. She swallowed, drawing her bow and nocking an arrow as the dragon hovered over the group, breathing fireballs at everyone. She took a deep breath, aiming her bow carefully before releasing the arrow. The arrow flew, hitting the dragon in the side. The dragon roared in pain and turned it's head to look at her. Misty's eyes widened as she tried to nock another arrow, but her hands were shaking so bad she dropped the arrow. "Fuck," she hissed, looking back up at the dragon as it roared and dived for her. She screamed and turned, trying to make a run for it as the dragon's mouth opened. A loud explosion just behind her pushed her forward and to the ground. She covered her head as the dragon flew over head, roaring loudly as something wet slapped against her body. She furrowed her brow as she looked up, slowly rising from the dirt. 

 "Misty, are you alright?" Taliesin's voice brought her eyes to him as he stood behind her, flames flickering in his palms. 

Misty gave a nod, "was the explosion you?" she asked, getting a smirk from the high elf.

"Of course. Who else would it have been?" he asked, turning his attention to the dragon as it circled over head before diving down toward them. Misty's eyes widened as she stepped back a couple of steps, bumping into Taliesin. "Watch out!" He wrapped his arms around her and turned, putting himself between her and the dragon as it breathed fire. Taliesin gave a loud cry as the fire engulfed them, licking at at her arms and legs.

Her eyes closed against the heat, tearing up as she screamed in her head. TALIESIN! NO! The heat died down enough for her to look up at him with wide eyes as he groaned, leaning heavily on her. "Taliesin," she gasped, looking over the singed hair on the back of his head and the burns in his armor, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she sniffled, helping him to the ground.

He chuckled, coughing slightly as he looked at her with pain filled eyes, "I'm fine," he said, stiffly getting to his feet, "I could have used a ward but I didn't think."

Misty looked at his face, her brow furrowing at the severe burn on his cheek, just under his eye. She reached out to touch him, only to pull her hand back against her chest, "I'm sorry."

Taliesin waved her apology away, "just get yourself somewhere safe until we're done dealing with this dragon," he said, moving around her as he started to duel cast a fireball.

Misty gave a nod, starting for the tower before pausing and turning as the dragon gave a loud roar. 

Fire flickered and burned the grass around the tower, casting eerie shadows and light on the dragon and the warriors fighting it. The dragon raised up slightly, roaring as Skjor brought his warhammer down on the back of it's neck. It snarled, flipping it's tail around to knock the Companion off it's back. Aela and Inigo fired arrow after arrow at the giant lizard, hitting in the same spot over and over until the scales started to crack.

"Not bad, for a cat," Aela said, firing an arrow at the scale.

Inigo smiled, "you as well," he said, pulling his bow string back until the arms started to groan before releasing the arrow. It flew true, hitting the scale they were going for and sticking.

The dragon roared, raising up angrily before whipping it's tail out toward them. They both ducked, rolling away as the dragon slammed it's tail on the ground between them. Sirius gave a loud roar of attack, bringing his great sword around in sync with Riordan's attacks, both men looking like a pair of spartans in a colleseum. Caladh duel cast an ice spike, shooting it at the dragon before ducking it's tail as his spell penetrated the dragon's thick scales. The dragon roared, blowing fire at the guards as it turned it's head. Hawke lowered himself slightly, putting the shield in front of him to block the brunt of the fire as he ground his teeth. Wolfe ran up to the creature's leg, slicing at a single spot over and over to try and get through the tough scales. He lept back as the dragon lifted it's foot and slammed it down where he had been.  

 Their going to get killed out there, Misty thought as she stood at the edge of the battlefield. She took a deep breath, pulling her sword from her hip as she started toward the dragon. Her heart hammered in her chest as she tried to breathe past the fear. She stood a few yards from the monter, gripping the sword in her hand so tightly her knuckles were turning white and her arm was starting to hurt. She lifted the sword in front of her, her whole body shaking as she took a deep breath and opened her mouth, "MIRMULNIR!" she screamed, bringing the dragon's attention to her. His growl was a low rumble that vibrated in her chest, "YOU DIE HERE!" She took a deep breath as the dragon roared at her before rushing forward, bringing the sword up as she ducked the dragon's mouth, cutting into it's chin. The dragon roared, lifting up on it's legs as it spread it's wings. It glared down at her, baring it's sharp teeth at her as it flapped it's great wings, sending dirt, dust and twigs out and away from it. Misty covered her eyes, closing them against the wind and dirt before something took hold of her. She hollered as she was, roughly, lifted into the air in the jaws of the giant lizard. She struggled, beating the pommel of her sword against the dragon's nose. It tightened it's jaws, making her cry out in pain as the dragon's teeth cut into her sides and legs. 

"Misty!" someone hollered as the warriors attacked the dragon's underbelly and legs.

She ground her teeth, trying to fight off the pain as she turned her sword and stabbed through the dragon's tongue, making the creature roar in pain as it threw her through the air. She screamed, tumbling head over heels as she flew through the air, hitting the wall with a thud. She groaned, sitting up as she put her hand to her head. She furrowed her brow and, unsteadily, got to her feet, taking the sword from the ground before running at the dragon. I have to take him out. I'm the only one making any damaging cuts, she thought, swinging the sword around to slice through several of the scales on the dragon's chest. Mirmulnir roared, flicking his tail out to swipe away several guards that were attacking his legs. 

She ground her teeth leaping into the air as the dragon's head turned while low to the ground, bringing her sword, point down, onto his head. The sword barely cracked the dragon's skull, leaving her strattling the creature's snout as she tried to stay on it's head. She raised the sword once more, bringing it down on Mirmulnir's head over and over, flinging blood into the air as the sword started to penetrate his skull. She gave a loud holler, bringing the sword point down and through the dragon's skul. Mirmulnir snarled, shaking his head from side to side to try to shake her from his head. She held tight to the sword, trying desperately to keep from being thrown against a wall again. 

"Misty! Jump!" she heard, but between the adrenaline and fear, she couldn't hardly move. It was a miracle that she was able to even hold on.

"I can't!" she hollered back, shaking her head before giving a yell as the dragon snarled against and shook his head. The dragon spread it's wings, starting to rise from the ground as it flapped it's wings.

"No you don't!" Farkas roared, bringing the point of his great sword down to pin the dragon's tail to the ground.

Mirmulnir released a loud, high pitched roar that hurt Misty's ears, but she couldn't bring herself to release the sword stuck in the dragon's skull. Someone, help! she screamed internally. Vilkas glanced from where the dragon was pinned to the ground to the strange woman gripping the sword in it's head. She looked terrified and was even crying, but he had to give her respect for not letting go. His eyes narrowed as a thought occurred to him.

"Skjor! I'll get the woman! You pound that sword through it's skull!" he hollered, getting a nod from the one eyed man before they rushed forward. Vilkas leapt into the air, landing on the dragon's nose behind the woman. He quickly put his arms around the woman, placing his hands on her's. He could feel her shaking against his chest and the tension in her hands as he tried to, gently pry her hands from the sword. "Let go or Skjor is going to hit you along with the sword."

Misty took a few swallow breaths before swallowing and nodding her head, "oh...okay." It was the hardest thing she had ever done, letting go of that sword. It was like her hand had already melded to it, but she finally let go, letting herself fall back against Vilkas as all the strength left her body all at once. His arm slipped around her waist as the dragon roared, shaking it's head again and throwing them from it's skull. Vilkas pulled her against him, covering as much of her as he could as they bounced across the ground and rolled to a stop several yards away.  He leaned up, frowning as his arm came away with blood before he looked up at the dragon, just as Skjor leapt into the air, bringing his warhammer down on the pommel of woman's sword, embedding it deep into the dragon's skull. The dragon gave one last roar to the sky before falling limply to the ground, finally dead. 

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Misty's body shook as she sat up, staring wide eyed at the dead dragon with tears streaming down her cheeks. She jolted when she felt someone touch her shoulder, turning her attention to Vilkas.

"That was impressive, for someone who can't fight," Vilkas said, offering her his hand.

She blinked, giving him a nervous smile as she wiped her eyes and took his hand, letting him help her to her feet as the others gathered around the dead dragon. She sniffled, staring at the dragon with worried eyes.

"You can let go of my hand now," Vilkas said, his voice sounding annoyed.

She blinked, glancing down at their hands before quickly jerking her hand from his, "sorry," she said shyly, lowering her eyes to the ground. She heard crackling and looked up, her eyes widening at the sight of the dragon starting to decentegrate. It's skin flaked off, twisting into the air like embers from a fire as the skin looked to burn away from the bones.

 "What's happening?" Riordan asked, taking a nervous step back as he raised his sword.

"Everyone! Get back!" Irileth hollered as the guards moved away from the dead dragon, stumbling over themselves.

Misty took a step back, her body shaking, wanting to run and yet couldn't, "fuck me," she whispered.

Vilkas grabbed her arm, turning her toward him, "we have to get out of here," he said, furrowing his brow at the woman's wide eyes.

 Misty didn't say anything before the whooshing sound of the dragon soul leaving the bones flashed toward her. She hollered, the soul hitting her like a punch to the chest, sending her to the ground, gasping. Vilkas released her, stumbling back as he raised his sword. Her whole body tingled, warmth spreading through her as lights and wind flew around her, making her deaf as she hollered against the sensation. It wasn't painful, just...surprising. She almost felt like she was floating and yet, the ground under her knees and hands reminded her that she was still on earth. She shook, her eyes on her hands as the cool chill of Skyrim surrounded her and her hearing came back. She could hear her name from different people around her and she wanted to say that she was alright, but she wasn't sure she was. Fus, a low, rough voice growled the word of power, pounding in her head, Fus.

 Inigo knelt beside her, leaning down to try and see her face past the curls of her tied up hair, "Are you feelin..." He didn't get to finish what he was supposed to say before she let loose a high pitched scream, causing the feline man to stumble back in a panic as he hollered in surprise.

Misty wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly freezing as the wind swept over them, blowing her hair across her face. She shivered, pulling her cloak tight around herself as she looked up at the guards starting to gather around her.



"I can't believe it. You're...Dragonborn," one of the guards said, his eyes wide as he stared at her in awe.

She couldn't say anything, her voice not wanting to work for fear of saying the word of power.

"Dragonborn? What's that?" Riordan asked, folding his arms over his chest as he glanced at Misty. Hawke knelt besides her, putting his arm around her to try to coax her to her feet.

"No way," Sirius said, giving the guard surprised eyes before looking at Misty.

"In the very oldest tales, back from when there were dragons in Skyrim, the Dragonborn would slay dragons and steal their power. That's what you did, isn't it? Absorbed that dragon's power?" the guard asked, looking at Misty as she stood on shakey legs.

She looked at him, swallowing before giving a couple short nods, still not trusting her voice.

"Wow, and Misty's the dragonborn?!?" Sirius asked, grinning from ear to ear, "wow. To fight beside the Dragonborn. What an honor."

Wolfe clicked his tongue, "what's a dragonborn supposed to do?"

"They can shout," the guard said, getting chuckles from the men that traveled with her.

"She can shout, alright," Taliesin said, rubbing the back of his head having had first had experience.

"That's not the kind of shouting I'm talking about," the guard growled, giving the high elf a glare before looking back at Misty, "according to the old legends, only the Dragonborn can Shout without training, the way the dragons do. Try to shout. That would prove it."

 Misty shook her head, not wanting to be subjected to a side show freak. She felt traumatized by the whole ordeal. Fighting a dragon. Attacking the dragon like she did. She shook with the memory of the dragon's angry amber eye staring at her. Why did I attack it like that? This isn't a game anymore, it's reality. I could die, she thought. Her stomach twisted at the recklessness she had displayed before taking a shakey breath and swallowing. I couldn't have just stood by and done nothing while everyone else was fighting.

"Let's get back to Whiterun to tell the Jarl the dragon's dead," Hawke said, keeping his arm around her shoulder as he moved her toward the road.

"You think we'll come across another dragon on the way back?" Sirius asked, sounding way more excited than he should have been.

"No," Misty said, her voice rough. She took a deep breath, furrowing her brow as she stopped.

 Hawke blinked at her as she turned toward a tree, letting her walk out from under his arm. She stood in front of the tree, pulling the cloak tighter around her as she took a deep breath. Fus. Fus. Fus. She nodded, letting the word come out in a loud shout that bent the tree and shook the loose twigs and sticks from the limbs. She stepped back, feeling the blood drain from her face as she turned to look at her companions...and the Companions. She opened her mouth to say something, watching as a few of them twitched, as if afraid she would use the dragon tongue on them. She felt her heart grip inside her chest at watching a few of her friends do that. Her eyes burned with unshed tears as she sniffled. Hawke started to move forward, his hands out toward her as if to say he meant no harm. 

 "That's a move you do when you're afraid someone's going to hurt you or do something harmful to someone else," she said, her voice rough as a tear trickled down her cheek.

Hawke stopped, staring at her for a few seconds as she scowled at him, "Misty...."

She cut him off with a wave of her hand, "fucking forget it," she said, turning and heading for Whiterun, "just leave me alone for a while." She didn't want to be around anyone, feeling hurt, scared, angry and homesick. If I'd have known being dragonborn would have been like this, I would have played Fallout.


Misty sat on the edge of the water under the Dragonsreach bridge, her legs hanging over as she kept her eyes on the warm pool below. Salmon swam back and forth under her feet, pausing every once in a while, as if trying to decide if she was going to try to catch them or not. She sniffled, tears dripping from her nose and chin into the water below as she leaned over with her elbows on her knees. The greybeards had summoned her upon reaching the gate of the city, causing her stumble slightly. She had already told the Jarl about slaying the dragon and, thanks to not having to pick her options, she left out the part about her being dragonborn. If the reaction of some of the most fearless warriors of Skyrim, and her friends' reactions were any indication, she didn't want hardly anybody to know. I'm a fucking freak here too, she thought, sniffling as she wiped her nose on the back of her hand. Why couldn't I just...not be here? Why me? Why just....why? She was scared and felt more alone right then then she had ever felt in her whole life. Nobody seemed to understand her, in that moment.

 

 "Is this seat taken?" a slightly nordic accented voice asked, bringing her attention up to a man wearing heavy daedric armor with an ebony waraxe and an orcish sword on his hips.

She sniffled and shook her head, suddenly not wanting to talk at all.

He took a seat beside her, removing his helmet and shaking his medium length black hair out. He set the helmet down beside him as he looked at dragonsreach, the wind blowing his wild hair around his head. He glanced at her with electric blue eyes surrounded by bright red war paint that looked like Farkas and Vilkas's. He gave her a small smile before sitting up straight, "it's isolating, isn't it?"

Misty stared down at the fish, her heart still hurting, "what is?" she asked, her voice thick with tears.

"Being Dovahkiin," he said, bringing her eyes up to him instantly. He gave her a smile as he turned back to the fish swimming beneath him.

"How did you..." she started to ask as he chuckled.

"When I felt the game reset, I came straight here," he said, giving her a charming smile, "who would have thought that the new dragonborn would be so cute."

Misty blinked at him, feeling her cheeks flush before she clicked her tongue, "do you hit on everyone, or just desperate girls down on their luck who don't know what to do?"

He chuckled, "just ones that are marriageable," he said, leaning back on his hands as he looked up at the sky.

She furrowed her brow at him, "but, how do you know I'm dragonborn?"

He smirked and stretched before getting to his feet, "because, sweetheart, ZulMeyGut."

A voice came from several feet behind her, startling her as she turned to look for the source.

The strange man's chuckle brought her attention back to him and his smile, "I'm a beta tester."

Misty's eyes widened, "you're a....beta....tester..."

He nodded, picking the helmet up off the ground and tucking it under his arm, "one of the first ones," he said with a sigh as he held his hand out to her, "come on, baby girl. There's a party at Jorrvaskr with your name on it and I think a little ale will help ease you into your role in this RPG."

Misty gave a nod, taking his offered hand as he helped her to her feet. He pulled her a little too hard, causing her to stumble and fall against his daedric clad chest. She blinked up at him as he looked down at her with surprise before a smile curved his lips.

"Sorry. I'm use to traveling with stronger people," he said, his blue eyes captivating her, "what level do you think you are?"

Misty swallowed, "I don't know," she said, her voice a little breathier than it should have been.

He chuckled, making sure she was standing before taking a step back, "let's get to that party before the Companions drink all the ale."


Misty took a seat next to Oden, still grinning after he had told her what the name he went by was. "You couldn't have picked something more...normal?"

Oden rolled his eyes, giving her an annoyed look as she chuckled, "it made sense when I started the profile. Norse mythology and all," he said, taking a drink from his tankard.

Misty laughed and shook her head, "why not Thor?"

He gave her annoyed blue eyes before shaking his head, "what would you have gone by?"

Misty snorted, "well, since I'm going by my actual name, that doesn't seem to matter right now," she said, popping the cork off the mead before taking a long drink.

"So, what year was it when you got sucked in?" he asked, leaning back in his seat with his arm on the table.

"Twenty eighteen," she said, pulling a piece of fish toward her, "and it was more like...falling. I fell through my fifty two inch HDTV into the ratway in Riften."

He gave her a raised eyebrow, "how?"

Misty shrugged, "mods. I got the Alternate start mod and turned it on," she said, her lips turning down in a frown, "I don't wanna talk."

Oden glanced over the men that stood before them. A strange colored khajiit, two imperials, a nord, two high elves, and a dunmer. He glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, "mods?"

Misty nodded, "yep," she said, glaring at them over her mead bottle.

"Figured as much. They're very well designed but too clean," he said, turning to lean on the table as he grinned at her, "so, you like the pretty boys, huh?"

Misty spat out her mead, coughing as she choked on the drink, "I do not," she growled between coughs.

"Uh huh," Oden said, smirking as he looked over the warriors. His eyes moved to a man across the room who was talking with Skjor and Vilkas. A tall nord with long auburn hair wearing no shirt. He nodded toward the man, "he one of your mods too?"

Misty leaned to the side, her eyes widening for a moment before she cleared her throat, "no."

He smirked at her, "sure."

"Who is your new friend?" Inigo asked, tilting his head as the ears on the top of his turned toward them.

Misty licked her lips and sighed as Wolfe pulled up a chair and sat down next to her, putting his feet up on the table across her vision, as he looked past them at Oden. "Guys, this is Oden. He's a beta tester," she said, getting a confused blink from the group.

He rolled his eyes, "I usually tell people that I'm an adventureer," he said, taking a drink from his tankard, "they don't usually believe anything else."

Misty rolled her eyes at him, "these guys are a lot smarter than the non mod NPCs," she said, sitting up and leaning on Wolfe's legs like a tabe, with her arms, "a beta tester is someone who tests out a game for bugs and problems with the program."

"So, you're from where Misty's from?" Wolfe asked, folding his arms over his chest as he narrowed his eyes at Oden.

Oden nodded, "yeah, but from about seven or eight years before her," he said, sitting up in his seat, "I've been trapped in this game since the beginning of twenty eleven."

Misty's eyes widened, "wow, and you've been here this whole time?"

He nodded, "yep. How do you think I got this daedric armor?"

"So, can you teach me how to make armor?" she asked, turning to look at him with excited eyes.

He shook his head, "sorry, Dovahkiin, but I can't. I also can't stick around too long. I'm on a quest for the college of Winterhold and this side track was a little out of the way," he said, getting to his feet. He tucked his helmet under his arm as he smiled at her, "take care, Dovahkiin and," he glanced at the group of mod men standing around them, "enjoy your mods. If you need any information or just, want to be pen pals. Write me," he gave her a wink, "TiidKloUl."

Misty blinked and it was like he disappeared, making her blink in surprise, looking around the room for him before squealing, causing the men to jolt in surprise, "that was so cool!"

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Misty furrowed her brow at the burns on Taliesin's cheek and back, gently dabbing at the burns with a cool cloth. He hissed through his teeth when she pressed a little too hard on one of the angry, red parts of skin at the base of his neck. "I'm sorry," she said, getting a smile over the elf's shoulder. 

"It's alright, Misty. I appreciate your help," he said, turning back facing forward. He was sitting on the edge of one of the beds with his elbows on his knees, his eyes closed as he fought off the chills the cool cloth was giving him.

"You know Caladh can heal him with his restoration magic, right?" Wolfe asked, casually flipping his dagger around in his hand as he gave Taliesin a smirk.

Taliesin clicked his tongue, glaring across the room at the duel wielder, "I don't mind. It's nice to be taken care of like this. You should get injured and try it some time."

Wolfe snorted, "I'm not stupid enough to get injured in the first place," he said, sitting up in the chair as Sirius entered the room with a yawn.

Riordan and Hawke followed, taking seats around the room as Misty continued to dab at the burns.

"You know Caladh can heal him, right?" Riordan said, getting an annoyed glare from the high elf on the edge of the bed.

Misty clenched her jaw as she glared at him over Taliesin's shoulder, putting the cloth in the bowl of water on the side table before sliding off the other side of the bed, "I'm thirsty," she said, getting to her feet and heading for the door, "I'll be back...maybe."

"Wait, Misty," Taliesin whined, turning his angry jade eyes to the other high elf, "I could have healed myself but I was enjoying the attention you bastard."

"I could help you, if you want, since Misty left," Sirius said, giving Taliesin an innocent smile.

Taliesin frowned, raising his hand as golden light wrapped around him, "no thank you."


 Misty wandered through the street, her eyes on the ground in front of her as she moved up the steps of Whiterun. She scuffed her feet against the stone ground, feeling completely useless as she walked around the gildergreen. She sighed and looked up at the moon through the tree branches, the feeling of being homesick squeezing her heart. She sighed again and licked her lips as she looked back down at the ground, wondering what she was going to do. She took a deep breath and looked up, lifting her head slightly at the sight of the Temple of Kynareth. 

Maybe I should try praying for some help, she thought, wringing her hands for a second before taking a breath and giving a nod. Might as well give it a try. I can't let them keep getting hurt because of me if I can't do anything to help them. Misty pushed the temple door open, swallowing as she entered and gently closed the doors behind her. 

The smell of fresh picked herbs and buring incense wafted through the air of the temple, making her gag slightly. She swallowed, glancing at the people laying on the stone healing beds before making her way to the shrine where the symbol of Kynareth stood, on a table off to the side of the hall.

She swallowed, feeling a little awkward about asking a god that didn't exist to help her help her friends. She rubbed the back of her neck, staring at the shrine before letting out a breath and shaking her head, "what am I doing? I don't even believe in the nine or eight or whatever devines," she muttered to herself, furrowing her brow as she started to turn to leave. She paused, letting out a sad breath before turning to look back at the shrine. The moonlight shone in from the upper windows, hitting the shrine of Kynareth just right, making it look like it's glowing, as if to tell her to speak to the stone object. She took a deep breath and let it out, feeling her eyes burn as she moved to kneel in front of the shrine. 

She stared at the shrine, feeling completely lost and helpless. She sniffled, the first tears gliding down her cheeks as she chewed on her bottom lip, "I'm not good at this," she said to the shrine. She looked down at her hands in her lap, wringing them as the memories of Riordan protecting her from the draugr attack. Taliesin protecting her from the dragon's fire breath. Farkas protecting her from the dragon's bite. Vilkas helping her release the sword and protecting her from the ground as they rolled away. 

She sobbed, putting her hands against her face as the tears flowed. "I'm so fucking useless," she cried into her palm, her shoulders shaking as she cried. "I don't want to have to rely of people to protect me. I don't know how to deal with any of this." She sobbed, curling over herself before looking up at the shrine. "If people are going to be protecting me, I want to at least learn how to heal them. If I do nothing else, I want to do that."

 She sniffled, licking her lips. "I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to be in this world or plain or whatever it is. I should be at home, curled up on my couch with a controller in my hands and a variety of chips and energy drinks within arms' reach. I can't be here. I can't be the dragonborn. I just....can't." She coughed, her breath shuddering as she breathed out. 

"Please, Kynareth. I'm not a religious person and I don't know if I can believe in the gods of this world, but, if you're listening. If any of the gods are listening. Please, help me become stronger. Help me learn restoration so that I may be of some use to my friends. Please..." she leaned over, putting her forehead to the cold stone floor with her hands on either side of her head, "please. Please. Please. I need help to do this. Please help me. I feel so fucking lost and alone and scared. God." Her voice lowered to a whisper as she said, "I'm so fucking scared." She lifted her head from the floor, her tears dripping onto the floor of the temple and she sobbed. 

"That was the truest thing I had ever heard and seen," a smoothe female voice said from behind her. 

 She sniffled, sitting up and back on her heels as she closed her eyes, the tears not stopping as she wiped her cheeks, "I'm so fucking pathetic," she sniffled, coughing once as she opened her eyes, "I'm supposed to be the fucking dragonborn and look at me. I'm a fucking mess. I'm crying on the floor of a temple of a god that I don't really believe in because I've ran out of options on what to do."

"Do you truely want to learn the restoration arts?" she recognized a dunmer voice, but it was much higher than a typical female dark elf voice.

She sniffled, glancing at the dark elf that knelt beside her as she nodded, "I've been the cause of my friends getting hurt and there's nothing that I can do to help them when they do," she swallowed, licking her lips as she looked down at her wringing hands in her lap. Another woman, the one Misty assumed spoke first, knelt on her other side, giving her a gentle smile. "I feel so fucking useless," she sobbed, putting her face in her hands again.

"That feeling is all you can feel right now, but it will pass. Kynareth has heard your plea and cries and he is earnest in giving his worshippers what they truely desire," the woman with white hair said, getting a red-eyed, annoyed glare from the woman.

"I understand," Isengrim said, getting to her feet with Kestrel, the dark elf.

"Perhaps a little girl time would do you some good?" Kestrel offered.

Misty nodded, giving them a smile as she wiped the tears from her cheeks and got to her feet, "sounds like fun."

 

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Misty laughed as Kestrel told them the story of a bandit that tried to rob her.

"And then, the bastard tripped as he tried to run away," Kestrel said, getting another round of laughter from the other two.

"He did not!" Misty said, getting a nod from Isengrim.

"He did. I couldn't believe it myself," Isengrim said as she took a drink of her mead.

The girls had made their way to the Bannered Mare, deciding that Misty needed a stiff drink. Even after the food and drink during the Companions' celebration of the dragon slaying, Misty agreed.


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(Hawke's POV From Balcony)

Hawke leaned over the railing of the balcony, watching as Misty spoke and laughed with the two women that she had come back with. He smiled at her seeming to enjoy herself.

"How's she doing?" Taliesin asked, leaning against the railing beside Hawke.

Hawke nodded, "better than when she left. Perhaps she just needed a few female friends."

Taliesin nodded in agreement as he sipped on his wine, watching the strange blue cat make his way across the room. He frowned at the smile and loud greeting the woman gave him. "Tsk. Why does she treat him like that?"

Hawke shrugged, "I don't know nor try to understand. She's just strange."


Inigo cautiously took a seat beside her, glancing at the other two women as they smiled.

"Girls, this is Inigo," she said, leaning against his shoulder, "he's my best friend."

The girls gave one another a knowing glance before looking back at Misty.

"What kind of, friend?" Kestrel asked, leaning forward in her seat with a grin.

Misty rolled her eyes, "not like that. He's just a friend," she said, getting an eye roll from Kestrel.

"Sure he is," she said, getting a giggle from Isengrim.

Misty laughed along, playfully giving Kestrel a push, "stop."

Inigo nervously smiled at the women, not sure how to react to the three women around him.

"So," Isengrim started, leaning on the table with her chin in her hand as she looked at Inigo, "is it true what they say about khajiit? That they're...frisky?"

Inigo's eyes widened in surprise before Kestrel gave her a shove, "Isengrim, you're drunk already."

Misty laughed as the nord woman denied it, giving Inigo goo-goo eyes as something touched her foot, "Izzy, you are, because that's MY foot, not his," Misty said, getting a blush from the woman as she turned to Inigo, "Ini, you shoud probably leave before you get molested in public." She paused, giving him a grin, "unless you like that sort of thing."

The girls giggled wildly, getting glances and stares from other patrons.

Inigo gave her a raised eyebrow before slowly getting to his feet, "you seem a little...odd tonight, my friend."

Misty giggled, slapping her hand on the table before becoming instantly serious, "because I'm drunk," she said, getting giggles from the other two women.

Inigo quickly left the three, his tail twitching nervously as he made his way up the steps to the room where he was met by curious gazes.

"Well, what happened?" Wolfe asked, dropping his feet from the desktop to the floor as he sat up in his chair.

Inigo furrowed his brow and sat on the edge of the bed before falling back, "they are haveing a lot of fun. Almost too much."


Misty got to her feet, leaning over the table as she pointed toward the door, "I shay I should go there and tell him how I truely feel!" she said, getting a cheer from the two women.

"You do that, Misty!" Isengrim said, lifting her tankard high in the air.

"We've got your back!" Kestrel said, getting to her feet and drawing her sword.

Misty gave a loud cry, leading the three from the Bannered mare.


"Uh oh," Hawke said, quickly heading into the room, "Misty and her new friends just ran from the inn."

"Great," Wolfe growled, getting to his feet as he shoved his dagger back into it's sheath, "now we've gotta go rescue the poor sod that's going to be the brunt of whatever torturous method that woman can think up."

"Torturous? That's a big word for someone with such a small brain," Taliesin said, getting a glare from the imperial.

"Why are you still here?" Wolfe growled, heading for the exit.

"Because I'm not going to let a woman as fascinating as Misty end up with a dangerous rogue such as you," Taliesin growled back.

"You think she would do better in the Admeri Dominion with a high elf like you?" Wolfe said, glaring at him over his shoulder.

"I think she would do better than running from the guards in every city because of you," Taliesin said, grunting as Wolfe brought his fist around, hitting him in the jaw and knocking him back a couple of steps.

"You bastard! I'm going to kill you here and now!" Wolfe snarled, pulling his daggers as Riordan and Hawke stepped between the two.

"Enough!" Riordan roared, silencing the entire tavern.

"We're going to make sure Misty doesn't get hurt, not see whom she belongs to," Hawke growled, turning to glare at Wolfe, "you remember what she said about a relationship and you should wait for her to get an amulet of Mara before staking a claim on her."

Wolfe glared back for a few moments before sheathing his daggers and nodding, "yes...of course....Let's go then."


Misty took a few deep breaths, trying to breathe past the driness in her throat as she glanced back at Isengrim and Kestrel, her new friends. They waved her forward, giggling to themselves as she waved back. She turned, giggling to herself as she stumbled forward, falling on her face before getting to her feet. "I'm mkay," she giggled, waving Kestrel and Isengrim's laughs away. She took a deep breath, lifting her chin as she marched back toward where the circle of the Companions slept. She licked her lips taking another deep breath before walking into Kieron's room. She stood in the center of the room, feeling her nerves shooting off as she tried to breathe past the shaking before swallowing. She went to the table on the other side of the room, taking the bottle of ale from the table and chugging it. There's a reason it's called liquid courage. She turned, having a new grasp of her senses...sort of, as she moved beside his bed. She gave the edge of the bed a kick, getting a grunt from the broad shouldered man. "Hey, you, wake up. We need to talk," she growled, kicking the edge of the bed again, "before the drunk wears off, preferrably."

Kieron groaned, rolling over to look at the woman with one open eye, "what?"

Misty pulled a chair up beside his bed, getting an annoyed growl from the man as he sat up in bed. His hair was wild and slid over his shoulders as he slouched forward, "Look, Kieron. First, I want to say you're sexy," she said, the words coming out like it was an annoying fact, which made her blush.

Kieron looked at her, his amber eyes seeming to glow in the dim light coming in through the doorway.

"I just wanted to get that out there...in the open....like....yeah. Anyway," she said, glancing down before looking back up at him, her eyes going wide as he slid to the edge of the bed. The blanket pooled in his lap, sliding just so it covered his groin and most of his right thigh, leaving his entire left leg exposed. Oh my god he sleeps naked, she thought, her face heating up as he scratched his shoulder. The muscles on his arms tightened, as did the grip on her lungs, making it hard to breathe. He leaned slightly, his eyes saying that she needed to finish so he could get back to sleep. She swallowed, looking down at his feet...that slid into....she shook her head. Damn it, you came here for a reason, she growled at herself, looking off to the side. She spotted another ale bottle and held up a finger before getting up to get it. She popped the cork, chugging down the entire bottle as she turned back to look at him. Misty choked, spewing out most of the ale all over the floor, "WHAT THE FUCK!?!" she screamed, grabbing a cloak that was hanging on the back of the chair and rushing to wrap it around Kieron's waist...who had decided to stand up...completely naked....and ruffled.....let's take a moment for that image to sink in......

Sign me the fuck up! Mmm! Anyway! *clears throat*

Kieron grunted at the woman suddenly wrapped around his waist with a fur cloak, furrowing his brow at her as he lowered his arms to his sides with a sigh. "What's wrong, Lass? Never seen a fully grown man in the nude before?"

Misty shook her head, her eyes shut tight as she held the cloak around his body.

His chuckle was a low rumble against her cheek and ear as he lay his hand on her shoulder. He gently moved her back, smiling at her as her eyes remained shut and she held onto the cloak. He took a moment to examine her face. Her tightly shut eyes that were a green color. Her mid height cheekbones that curved with her cheeks. The gentle slope of her jaw into her chin. Her slightly pouty lips. Her straight, small contoured nose that didn't stick out too far from her face. Her natural eyebrows that arched gently over her eyes. He reached out, brushing her cheek with his knuckles and snapping her eyes open to look up at him. He smiled at her as he leaned down, having to practically bend in half to place his face close enough for their noses to brush. "If you wanted in my bed that badly, lass, all you had to do was ask," he said, his accented voice sliding over and through her like a warm...

Wait a minute...did he just... Misty's mind started to clear as she furrowed her brow at him, taking a step back and away. She glared at him as he stood straight, no longer seeing his nudity as she ground her teeth. She stepped back up to him, poking him in one of those rock hard pecs, "look here, buddy. Just because I find you breath stopping, voice choking, kill me with a smile and I'd die happy drop dead gorgeous, does NOT mean that I want to have sex with you," she growled up at the amused, ruffled nord. She shrugged, "I mean yeah, I fantasize about it, who wouldn't, but I would never, ever in a hundred thousand years ever really do it because... I mean, God look at you," she motioned to him, "the only thing you're missing, honey is a fucking skillet because you are hotter than the Skyforge in summer and I'm..." not even close, she said in her head. She paused, furrowing her brow at her own thought before shaking her head, "it doesn't matter. Nevermind. The point is is that I know I don't have a shot on any plain of existence of having any kind of relationship with you, no matter how many times you call me lass and I giggle like a hormone ridden school girl. I'm not going to kid myself with delusions of grandeur so you can have a little romp in the sack. I'm not that kind of girl and I'll be damned if I'm going to let you seduce me with that face and body and accent." She paused again, frowning. "It's not fair, the way Vanderol made you with the face and the body and the hair and GOD that accent. Not fucking fair to us girls that have no chance with someone like you in real life. Un-fucking-fair."

Kieron just watched her, his eyes studying her face as she spoke, tilting his head to the side as he folded his arms over his chest. It was the first time he had actually heard her speaking normally. Although her words were strange and flattering, it gave him a little more insight to who this strange woman was. She stood before him with her arms folded over her chest, her brows furrowed and her eyes narrowed, looking angry. He remembered glancing across the hall to see her laughing and talking with the men she traveled with, looking completely at ease amongst them. Her face lite up when she smiled and her laugh was loud, but infectious. She wasn't apologetic about it either. She started to shift from one foot to the other, twisting the edge of the cloak nervously.

"So....that's out there now and....you're naked so...." she cleared her throat, holding the cloak straight out toward him, keeping her eyes on his pecs.

He gave her a smile as he took the cloak and wrapped it around himself, "thank you, lass. That was very...enlightening," he said, watching as her eyes glanced up at him before she cleared her throat again and licked her lips.

"I'm just...gunna....go," she said, quickly starting for the exit. She paused in the doorway, keeping herself facing away from him as she raised her hand to the frame of the doorway, "you know," she turned to look at him, "I actually find you less attractive now that I know you're a bit of a vain son of a bitch. So, thanks for that." She left the room, smiling to herself and feeling both better and worse.

Kestrel and Isengrim were passed out at the table in the hall. Misty sighed and shook her head, now soberer than she was when she had walked into Jorrvaskr. She shook Isengrim and Kestrel awake, helping them making their way out of the Companions' home and back to the Temple of Kynareth. She left a note for the girls, telling them where they would be in the morning and that, if they didn't meet up before then, that she would come back a visit before heading to Riften. She gave the priestess a nod as she left the temple and took a seat at one of the benches under the Gildergreen. She yawned, watching the branches of the dying Gildergreen sway lazily as the clouds flowed through the sky and across the moon. She smiled, slouching down as she let her eyes close. I'm just going to rest a minute, she thought before falling asleep.

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Misty inhaled, the twittering of birds and the sunlight on her face opening her eyes. She smiled at the sound, thinking how wonderful of a way it was to wake up like that. She yawned and rolled onto her back, stretching as she arched her back. The cloak that had lay across her fell to the side. She blinked, realizing that her head was laying on something warm and slightly soft. It was softer than the bench, anyway. She looked up, blinking in surprise at the smile Kodlak was giving her. She sat up, furrowing her brow at the pounding in her head before turning to let her legs slide off the bench.

"Good morning, pup," Kodlak said, making her groan as she leaned her elbows on her knees.

"Mornings should be illegal," she grumbled, sitting up slightly as she looked down toward the market, "is it way past morning?"

Kodlak shrugged, "you had a hard night, last night. Although, it would be nice if you wouldn't wake up the warriors in the middle of the night to tell them that you like them."

Misty's cheeks flushed as he eyes widened, "you...heard that?" she asked, getting a nod from the old warrior. She let out a groan, covering her head with her hands, "please tell me I didn't do anything stupid."

He chuckled, "not that I'm aware, but you did gain Kieron's respect."

Misty sighed, leaning back against the bench as she lifted the cloak and looked at it, "themme guess. This is Kieron's."

Kodlak nodded, giving her a smile, "he was hoping you would return it to him. He is in his room."

Misty took a deep breath, wrapping it up before getting to her feet, "well, I better do that before I forget and get the Honningbrew job done." She paused, giving Kodlak a smile, "thanks for being my pillow, Kodlak."

The old man gave her a nod and a smile, "he's right, you should smile more."

Misty blinked at that before lowering her eyes as her cheeks flushed and she headed for Jorrvaskr. She pushed the doors of the hall open and glanced around the hall, searching for Kieron. She took a deep breath, wrinkling her nose at the smell of ale and vomit from the night before. She swallowed the gag and made her way through the hall to the stairs leading down into the living quarters. She moved through the underbelly, keeping her eyes trained on the floor as she walked. She didn't want to get anyone's attention, especially since the only thing she had come here from was to return a cloak. She swallowed upon turning toward Kieron's room, taking a deep breath as she entered the room. He sat on his bed with one leg propped up and the other bent in front of him, holding a book in his hand while he, absentmindedly nibbled on a piece of apple. She was relieved that he was wearing pants this time, but he still wasn't wearing a shirt, making it hard to breathe as he slowly turned one of the pages of the book in his strong, callused hand. How does he make turning the pages of a book so damn sexy? she thought, clearing her throat more to breathe again than to get his attention. 

Kieron lifted his eyes from the book, his lips curving up in a smile as he closed the book, "good to see you again, Lass. I figured you would have run off with my cloak," he said, sliding to the edge of the bed.

Misty swallowed, trying her damnedest to keep from blushing at him calling her lass, before stepping around the bed to stand in front of him. She held the cloak out, her tongue swollen with words she wanted to say and needed to say but couldn't say. She was afraid of what she had said.

He took the cloak and stood, forcing her to back up a step as he took it to the table and draped it over the back of the chair.

If I don't say anything now, I won't be able to later, she said, summoning what little courage she had while around Kieron and took a deep breath, making sure she was facing away from him when she opened her mouth, "I'm sorry for whatever crazy shit I said last night. I was way too drunk and Kestrel and Isengrim talked me into it and I shouldn't have come here that late at night, especially while drunk and I'm so sorry." There. I said it, she thought, swallowing as she stood with her eyes closed. She felt more than heard him step up behind her, the heat from his body almost burned her senses.

"You didn't say anything embarassing," he said, opening her eyes before he chuckled, "well, except for saying that the only thing I was missing was a skillet because I'm hotter than the Skyforge in summer."

Her eyes widened as she slowly turned to look at him, swallowing and licking her lips before speaking, "I....said that?"

He gave her a nod, heating up her cheeks to the point she thought she was going to explode, "you also said that it wasn't fair to the girls that wouldn't have a chance with me in real life that Vanderol made me with this face, body and accent," he said as Misty stepped back, slowly lowering herself to the edge of the bed.

She bent forward, covering her bright red face with her hands as she groaned, "oh god why? You must think I'm a total fucking freak," she moaned into her hands.

"On the contrary, lass," he said, sitting on the bed next to her. He leaned forward with his elbow on his knee, brushing his fingers against her redish gold locks, "I find it very adorable."

Misty snorted and sat up, "because that's what every girl wants to hear from her crush," she grumbled, chewing on her upper lip as she looked back down at the ground, "I can't talk to you unless I'm not looking at you or drunk and it's starting to piss me off." She admitted.

"Kodlak said that it would take time for you to become comfortable enough with me that we'll be able to have a conversation without you squeaking and running away," he said, turning her confused gaze to him. He chuckled, leaning back on his elbows on the bed, giving her a fabulous view of his abs, "I was concerned with how you reacted to me the first time we met, so I asked Kodlak about it. Your confession last night only confirmed what he had told me."

Misty groaned, covering her face again as she leaned forward, "god why?"

Kieron chuckled, "I can honestly say that I have never had a woman react to me the way you do, nor have I had a woman try to keep my body covered when I was nude."

Misty groaned into her hands, "please stop talking. You're just making it worse."

He sat up, reaching out and gently taking her wrist and pulling her hand away from her face, leaving the other one in place. She blinked, looking at him with the uncovered eye in surprise as he slid his hand into hers and held it, "I'm glad we could have this conversation, though. It's much better than you squeaking like a small animal and running away from me," he chuckled at the memory of her ducking down behind the counter of the drunken huntsmen, "I found it strange if not a little adorable."

Misty snorted, giving him an annoyed glare as she took her hand back, "again, not what a girl wants to hear from her crush." She turned, her knee bumping his as she looked at him, "where I'm from, a girl hearing from her crush 'you're adorable' means, for the most part, I think of you like a sister you have no chance of a relationship with me."

He gave her a small nod, as if he understood, before reaching out and brushing the knuckles of his fingers against her cheekbone, "your world is strange indeed to make you think that way. When I say you're adorable, I mean it as a compliment," he said, smiling, "some men like adorable women."

Misty sighed and shook her head, "there's no talking to you nords. Stubborn bastards," she said, getting to her feet, "I just wanted to return your cloak and the thank you for it. I also wanted to apologize for acting so crazy last night. It won't happen again...I don't think. I'm not making any promises."

Kieron gave her a smile, "I look forward to it."

Misty's eyes widened slightly as her cheeks heated up. She opened her mouth to say something witty, but the only thing that came out was a squeak. She snapped her mouth shut and turned, stiffly walking out of the room as he chuckled.


Misty lead Hawke, Wolfe and Inigo into the back room of the Bannered Mare, where Mallus sat eating some bread and cheese. Taliesin had gone up to dragonsreach to speak to Farengar about something magey. Calladh hadn't said much since fighting the dragon at the watch tower and Misty was worried about him, but he had told her he was alright. She didn't believe him, but who was she to argue with an old dark elf. Riordan said that he would keep an eye on Caladh for her, making her feel a little better. Sirius had headed for the blacksmith to see what they had there, not wanting to be involved in what they were doing. 

"Well, it's about time," Mallus growled, leaning back in his seat as he glared at the four with annoyed ice blue eyes, "I've been waiting here off and on for days."

Wolfe snorted and was about to say something snarky when Hawke put his hand on the other man's shoulder, stopping what he was going to say. Luckily for him, Misty didn't take the hint.

"Funny, I don't remember seeing a pale creepy slime ball back here before," she said, getting a chuckle from Wolfe.

Hawke sighed, moving to stand between her and the contact, "I apologize for my friends, they've had a little too much to drink this morning," he said, giving Misty and Wolfe a glare as the two grinned at him. He turned back to face the man, "Maven Black-Briar sent us to help take care of Honningbrew Meadery."

Mallus gave Misty and Wolfe a glare before nodding, "yes. She mentioned such." He looked at Hawke, sitting up straight in his chair, "I'm going to keep this short 'cause we've got a lot to do. Honningbrew's owner, Sabjorn, is about to hold a tasting for Whiterun's Captain of the Guard, and we're going to poison the mead."

"You have the poison?" Wolfe asked, folding his arms over his chest.

Mallus gave them a dark smirk, "That's the beauty of the whole plan. We're going to get Sabjorn to give it to us. The meadery has quite a pest problem and the whole city knows about it. Pest poison and mead don't mix well, you know what I mean?" he paused, his smirk widening to a grin that made Misty's skin crawl, "you're going to happen by and lend poor old Sabjorn a helping hand. He's going to give you the poison to use on the pests, but you're also going to dump it into the brewing vat."

"Wouldn't that poison everyone who drank from the vat, not just the Captain?" Inigo asked, getting a glare from Mallus.

"There's no reason for you to worry about that, just get in there and get it done before Sabjorn grows a hair of a brain and hires someone else," Mallus growled before returning to his lunch.

Misty snorted, "son of a bitch says us and he won't even say a damn thing about the strange wierdo in the tunnels," she said as they left the back room and headed for the doors, "lets kick it, boys. I wanna get this shit done and over with before dinner." She gave Riordan a wave as he leaned over the railing, watching them leave.


Upon entering the meadery, Misty's nose wrinkled at the smell of fermenting honey and rodent. She furrowed her brow at the skeever lay dead on the ground while the proprietor sneered at it. He looked up at them with dark eyes, giving them a glare.

"Got a pest problem?" Wolfe asked, poking the skeever with his boot.

"Are you kidding me? Look at this place. I'm supposed to be holding a tasting of the new Honningbrew Reserve for the Captain of the Guard. If he sees the meadery in this state, I'll be ruined," he said, eyeing Hawk, Misty and Inigo.

"Mayeb we can help," Inigo offered, getting a sneer from the older man.

"Oh really? And I don't suppose you'd just do it out of the kindness of your heart, would you?" he asked skeptically.

Wolfe shook his head, giving the guy a grin as he folded his arms over his chest, "of course not. That's how we operate."

Sabjorn clicked his tongue, giving wolfe a glare, "I hope you're not expecting to be paid until the job's done."

Hawke shrugged, "it would be stupid to do that job before getting something."

"I don't care. That's not how I do business," Sabjorn said with a frown.

Misty snorted, moving to stand closer to the man as she leaned forward, "if you don't pay us something, I walk out those doors and scream skeever," she growled, leaning back with her hands on her hips, "and I'm a very loud screamer." She realized what she had said but was glad that it wasn't her world or Wolfe would have poked fun at it. That made it easier to keep from blushing.

Sabjorn's eyes widened before he pushed a small pouch of coins into her hand, "Okay, okay. No need to make rash decisions. Here's half. You get the rest when the job's done. My only demand is that these vermin are permanently eliminated before my reputation is completely destroyed."

"I'm a woman. Making rash decisions is my bread and butter," she said, tossing the coin pouch at Wolfe.

"Yes, well, be that as they may," Sabjorn said, going behind the counter and lifting a bottle from under it, "I bought some poison. I was going to have my lazy, good-for-nothing assistant Mallus handle it, but he seems to have vanished. If you plant this in the vermin's nest, it should stop them from ever coming back."

Misty gave a nod, taking the poison and sliding it into her satchel, "we'll be back," she said, leading the men through the doors to the barrel storage.

 Misty took a deep breath, taking in the smell of wood, straw, and mead. She swallowed, wanting to sample a little but not so much to deter her from the job at hand, "down this way," she said, leading them down and through another set of doors. She crouched down, putting her finger to her mouth before pointing toward a skeever as it wandered out of a hole in the wall. 

 

 "I have it," Inigo said, pulling his bow and nocking an arrow.

"There's another one just inside the tunnel too," Misty said, getting a nod from the blue cat as he pulled the string back and aimed.

He turned the aim slightly, watching the Skeever as it nibbled on a piece of bread before slowly letting the string go back to normal. He looked at her, giving her a smile as she furrowed her brow and blinked at him in confusion. He motioned her toward him, holding the bow out as she moved, standing with him. "You should do the honors, my friend," he said, his voice quiet.

Misty swallowed, pulling her own bow from her back and nocking an arrow. She took a deep breath as he stood aiming his own bow.

"I will get the second one if you get the first," he said, getting a nod from the woman.

She took another deep breath as she pulled the string back, slowly releasing her breath from between her lips as she loosed the arrow. It flew true, hitting the skeever in the temple as it sniffed at the air around it. It gave a gurgling snarl as it fell to the side, dead. The next one came out, hissing and bareing it's angry, serrated teeth as it moved to sniff at the dead one. Inigo loosed his arrow as it turned to hiss at them, hitting the creature through the mouth and out the back of it's head. It gave a gurgle of anger before toppling to the side, dead. Misty smiled as Inigo gave her a pat on the back.

"Good job, my friend. You are very good with a bow. Almost as good as me," He said, getting a chuckle from the woman as she nudged him.

"Come off it," she said as Hawke took the lead.

"Let's get this over with," Wolfe growled.

They moved through the tunnels, Hawke taking out the skeevers that got too close while Misty and Inigo shot at the ones from a distance. Finally, after a while, they paused in a tunnel before the room where the...*gulp* spiders were. Misty stopped short, causing Wolfe to run into her back.

"Hey," he growled, narrowing his eyes at her, "why'd you stop?"

Misty nodded ahead, moving to stand behind him, "there's spiders ahead," she whispered, holding onto the back of his armor like a shy child. She could see Inigo's eyes light up,even in the dim light.



"Do not worry, my friend. I will make quick work of those spiders," he said, sliding the bow back over his body before jerking his sword from his hip and rushing past Hawke with a loud holler. Hawke rubbed his forehead as he sighed and shook his head.

"He really likes killing spiders," Wolfe muttered.

Misty nodded, "why do you think he was one of the first people I picked up?" she said, "besides the fact that he's my best friend."

Wolfe rolled his eyes as he lead her forward, "you're going to have to tell me the story behind that friendship," he said.

Misty swallowed as Inigo pulled his sword from the head of one of those grotesque creatures, flinging the blood from it before sliding it back into it's sheath.

"That was fun. I only wish there were more," Inigo said, grinning from ear to ear.

Wolfe sigh as she held onto him, throwing him off balance and causing him to stumble. He clicked his tongue and turned, lifting her onto his shoulder as she gave a yelp.

"You're going to make me fall," he growled, carrying her to the other side of the room.

She didn't bother to struggle and gave him a nod of thanks as he set her down.


 

Inigo and Misty took out the skeevers as they ran at everyone while Hawke and Wolfe took out the ones that got close. Misty cried out as a bolt of lightning hit the wall a few inches from her. She stared, wide-eyed at the scorch mark before turning her attention to the man dressed in ragged clothing. His palm flickered with a flame ready to be thrown and she hollered as he pulled his hand back, "LOOK OUT!"

 Hawke brought his shield up just as he threw the fireball, hitting the shield instead of him. She let out an audible breath and swallowed as he shield bashed the bastard, knocking him back as he started to cast an explosive fire spell. Wolfe rushed past Hawke, bringing the daggers around in a spin to cut through the man's neck, causing blood to spurt out, covering Wolfe's face and the front of his armor. The man fell to his knees before falling the rest of the way to the ground. Wolfe stood straight, wiping blood from his mouth with his arm as he flipped the daggers around his hands and slid them back into the sheaths. Hawke offered a handkerchief as Misty and Inigo moved to the skeever nest, sprinkling the poison on the musky straw. Misty wrinkled her nose at the acrid smell, covering her mouth and nose with the back of her hand.

"Ugh," Inigo hissed, covering his nose and mouth as well, "that smells aweful."

Misty nodded in agreement as she lead them out the other tunnel.


 They came out of the tunnels and basement into the meadery boilery. While Wolfe used a bucket of water to wash the blood from the rest of himself, Misty made her way up to the loft and around to the vat that was to be poisoned.

 "Are you sure that's the right one?" Inigo called up, getting a nod from Misty.

"It's always the second from the door on the left," She said, leaning over to jerk the top of the vat open. The smell of fermenting honey permeated the air as the heat floated up from the vat. Misty squinted her eyes against the heat as she dumped the rest of the poison into the vat and closed the lid. She sighed, leaning over the edge of the loft to look down at Inigo. "That should do it, guys. There's a key on the wall by the door."

She moved to and down the stairs a Hawke unlocked the door and pushed it open.

"Shall we then?" he asked, motioning them out the door.

"Yes. Don't want to miss out of the poisoning of a captain," Inigo said, getting a laugh from Wolfe.

"When you say it like that, it makes us out to be the bad guys," Wolfe said, getting a sigh from Misty.

"We are the bad guys," she said, getting a snort from Hawke as he draped his arm over her shoulders.

"Only if you think of it that way," Hawke said, getting a laugh from Wolfe.

Inigo pushed the door to the meadery open, getting a confused glare from Sabjorn before they moved off to the side. Wolfe gave Mallus a nod, who nodded in return as Hawke stood before Sabjorn.

"We've finished the job," he said, getting a tongue click from the meadery owner.

"Well it's about time! I had to stall the captain until you were finished. You'll just have to wait until after the captain's finished to get the other half of your pay. I suppose you can wait around if you must," he said as he moved toward the other end of the counter where Commander Caius stood, tapping his fingers inpatiently on the countertop.

 Wolfe frowned as he stepped up beside Misty, leaning on her from behind with his arm over one shoulder and his chin on the other, "we're not getting the other half of that coin, are we?" he asked, his voice low and his breath hot on her neck.

She swallowed and shook her head, folding her arms over her chest as she watched the captain drink the poisoned mead, "not from him." She turned her eyes to Mallus as Wolfe did, turning her attention back to the captain as he started to cough.

"By the Eight?! What...what's in this?" Caius coughed, slamming the tankard down on the counter.

Sabjorn looked panicked as he lifted it up to look into the tankard, "I...I don't know. What's wrong?"

Misty smirked, giving Wolfe a gentle elbow in the stomach, "watch this," she said, before stepping up to the counter where a bottle of mead was. She took the bottle and took a drink from it, coughing and hacking as she stumbled, pretending to be choking.

"My friend, what is wrong?" Inigo asked, moving forward to take her arm as she fell into him.

"I *gasp* can't *gasp* breathe *gasp*" she said, coughing some more.

The captain drew his sword, furrowing his brow as he glared at Sabjorn, "You assured me this place was clean! I'll see...see to it that you remain in irons for the rest of your days! I should have known better...to trust this place after it's been riddled with filth. You...you're coming with me to Dragonsreach. Now move."

Sabjorn shot Misty and her friends a glare as he walked in front of the captain.

"You there," Caius said, motioning to Mallus, "you...you're in charge until I can sort this all out."

Mallus gave a slow nod as he smiled at Sabjorn, "do not worry, Sabjorn. I'll take good care of the meadery."

Misty grinned as the door closed behind them, standing straight as she stretched. Wolfe burst out laughing, bending in half as he held his stomach while Hawke glowered at them.

"That guy was an ass," she said, turning to Mallus, "we're supposed to check his books and see who he got the money from."

Mallus gave her a nod, handing over the key to Sabjorn's room, "so that's what Maven was after, huh? Makes sense. Do what you've gotta do."

Misty nodded and lead the way up the stairs to the lofts above.

"That was not funny," Inigo growled as he moved to walk beside her.

Misty sighed and shook her head, "Ini, you wouldn't have been a help if you knew I was faking it. No offense, but you're not hugely good at pretending."

Inigo snorted, the ears on the top of his head laying back against his head, "I have a very wild imagination."

She nodded, unlocking the door to the room before pushing it open, "I know. I love Inigo the Brave. It's one of my favorite books, but that doesn't mean you're good a pretending."

They spread out, searching the room for any clue to the invester. Wolfe worked on picking the lock to the office area while Misty searched through the drawers of a table near the door. Hawke searched the other table while Inigo looked through the bookshelf, his tail twitching in agitation. Misty tossed a couple of letters over her shoulder, frowning as she scanned over the letters. She heard the door Wolfe was working on click before he pushed it open.

"Get that fancy decanter. Delvin'll give us a pretty penny for it," she said as he entered the room.

She lifted a letter from the bottom of the scattered papers, smiling at the marking on the top of the page, "got it," she said, folding and slipping it into her satchel.

 Wolfe walked out of the back room with a smile as a small bag of loot over his shoulder, "I'll meet you outside the boilery," he said, moving down the stairs and toward the door leading to the tunnels. 

Inigo gave his quick exit a raised eyebrow as he followed Misty and Hawke from the meadery, "he was in quite a hurry, wasn't he?"

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 Misty smiled at Sirius as they walked through the gates of Whiterun while he tested out a sword on a straw dummy, slicing it in half. "I'll catch up with you guys later. I wanna get a new sword and maybe a better bow," she said, getting a nod from Wolfe and Hawke, "Inigo, will you help me pick out a bow? I don't know a damn thing about them."

"Of course, my friend," Inigo said, waving at the imperials as they made their way to the market.



Misty grinned, moving to lean against Warmaiden's as he swung at another dummy, slicing that one in half as well. She licked her lips, blushing slightly at the thought of cat calling him while he tested the weapon. I wish he would test his weapon on me, her mind purred. She shook her head at the voice, Shut up you.

"Sirius," Inigo called out, getting a glance from the man.

Sirius gave them a smile as he stood straight, twirling the sword around before walking toward Adrianna, "it's a little light. You got anything heavier?"

Adrianna gave him a nod and a smile, "of course. Just let me take a look at my stock."

Sirius untied the headband from his head and swiped some of the sweat from his brow, "that was a nice little stretch, but I need something heavier," he said, tieing the headband back around his forehead.

Misty nodded, "makes sense. Gotta use all those muscles for something," she said, her eyes going wide as her hand, automatically, went to cover her mouth.

Sirius blinked at her for a moment before the corner of his mouth curved up in a half smile, giving him that boyish charm look. He shrugged, lifting his arm and flexing as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye, "I don't know. I think I could think of a few other things to use these muscles for."

Oh. My. God. she thought, swallowing past the driness in her throat, I could just bounce on those puppies.

Inigo cleared his throat, snapping her out of her entraced gaze as he held a cloth out toward her, "this is for the drool on the corner of your mouth," he said, getting a snort from the woman as Sirius laughed.

"You're both assholes," she growled, turning and heading into the blacksmith's shop with the two jerks laughing.

Inigo tested out the bows, checking the strength and tension of each one before handing it to Misty to try out. She grunted as she tried to pull back on an orcish bow, furrowing her brow at the tension. "If it is too hard, you'll need one that isn't so tight," Inigo said, asking to see an imperial bow hanging on the wall. He handed it to her as Sirius tested the weight and balance of steel battleaxe. Misty furrowed her brow but was able to actually pull the string back a little ways, which was way better than the orcish bow.

"How does it feel?" Ulfberth asked, giving her a smile through the thick beard.

Misty nodded, "it's a little hard to pull back, but that's a good thing, right?"

Inigo nodded, "if it is easy, it takes away from the power of the shot," he said, putting some coin in Ulfberth's hand.

"Wait, I can buy it," she said, getting a shrug from the cat.

"Consider it my gift to you for being a friend," he said, glancing at Sirius as the nord spun the battleaxe around. Fearing that Sirius would hurt Misty, Inigo pulled her away from the danger zone and placed himself between her and the reckless nord.

Misty gave him a raised eyebrow but chose to ignore it as she turned back to Ulfberth, "I'm gunna need some arrows too," she said, smiling at the steel arrows he put on the counter.

"Anything else I can get for you folks?" the short, scruffy man asked.

Sirius put the battleaxe on the counter with a loud thud, setting a small pouch of gold on the counter near the shop keep, "I'll take it."


 Misty, Inigo and Sirius wandered up the street to the marketplace, smiling as a couple of children ran past them playing tag. Misty sighed, thinking how nice it would be to have a family before her smile slowly disappeared, I might never go home. She lowered her eyes to the ground before a heavy hand landed on her shoulder, causing her to grunt and jolt forward slightly.

"Don't look so down, Misty. I hate to see a pretty girl sad," Sirius said, giving her a gentle smile. He stepped back and away from her, getting a raised eyebrow from the woman as he puffed his chest, "I could flex my muscles against for you, if that would make you feel better."

Inigo laughed, moving to stand beside him, "I think will as well. I'd look much better anyway," Inigo said as the two started doing the strong man compatition muscle flexing in the middle of the market.

 

Misty tried to keep from laughing, but fail, bending in half as she tried to keep standing while they made fools of themselves. "You guys are fucking idiots," she said between breaths, falling on her butt as she continued to laugh.

Inigo and Sirius blinked at her before giving each other a smile. Sirius moved forward, offering Misty a hand as her laughter slowed enough for her to breathe again.

"It's better when you smile, Misty. It gives me a reason to smile back," he said, smiling at her with eyes that shone like the sky behind him.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart as she took his hand and got to her feet. She swallowed at the feel of his rough, warm, callused hand holding hers. She watched his fingers curl around her hand, tightening for a second before he raised her hand to his lips and gave her fingers a soft kiss. Her cheeks flushed as he looked at her with that smile that shined like the sun at noon. His thumb brushing across her fingers where he had kissed, making them hot and tingley as the breeze blew his short dark brown hair across his forehead and eyes.

Suddenly, Sirius was jerked back and away from her, giving a yip of surprise as he stumbled back. Wolfe frowned at the nord with narrowed golden eyes as his hands rested on his daggers.

Misty took a deep breath, blinking back into herself from...whereever Sirius's eyes had taken her, and frowned at Wolfe, "seriously?" she growled, folding her arms over her chest.

Wolfe snorted, turning his attention to her with a shrug, "I thought he was doing magic," he said, casually walking past her and up the steps to the gildergreen.

Misty furrowed her brow, narrowing her eyes at Wolfe's back before taking Sirius's hand and pulling him after her, "fucking jackass. Like a nord warrior would do magic. I'm not a fucking idiot you brainless spriggen!"

Sirius blinked at the woman as she drug him behind her, giving Inigo a concerned glance as Inigo shrugged.


"Misty," Isengrim and Kestrel called, getting a smile and a wave from the woman as she stood.

"Hey guys. What's up?" she asked, getting a shrug from the dark elf.

"Not much," Kestrel said, resting her hand on the hilt of her sword as she, shyly, glanced down the road beside the temple.

Isengrim sighed and shook her head, "then I'll ask," the woman with white hair said, turning to give Misty a nervous smile, "we were wondering if it would be alright to travel with you for a while."

Misty blinked at that, tilting her head as she glanced back toward Inigo, Hawke, Wolfe and Sirius, "I don't care, but," she looked back at the women, "you do know that, one, I'm the dragonborn and two, we're part of the theives guild. Well, Hawke, Wolfe, Inigo and I are." She paused, looking at her new girlfriends, "are you alright with that?"

Isengrim and Kestrel glanced at one another before giving Misty a smile.

"That's part of the reason we want to come," Kestrel said, clapping Misty on the shoulder.

"Yeah," Isengrim said with a nod, "I'm ready for adventure. I've spent enough time here, I think."

Misty smiled at her new friends and motioned them toward the men, "come on, I'll introduce you." She lead the women to the group of men, laughing at something Inigo said as the women approached. "Guys, this is Isengrim and Kestrel. They are also mods."

Kestrel and Isengrim gave her a raised eyebrow as Wolfe waved the comment away, "I'll explain later," he said, getting to his feet and giving Isengrim a charming smile, "hello there. The name's Wolfe."

Isengrim gave him a smile and a nod, "nice to meet you."

"I'm Hawke. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, giving the women a slight bow.

Kestrel gave him a nod, "like wise."

"I'm Sirius. I'm glad Misty found some friends that are women, she seemed a little lonely," he said, getting a glare from Misty.

Isengrim chuckled, "I'm glad we met as well."

"And I am Inigo. It's nice to meet you," Inigo said, giving them a smile as his ears perked up.

Kestrel tilted her head, looking at him with curious purple eyes, "you're a strange one, aren't you?"

Inigo shrugged, "I know I look a little strange, but I am just a khajiit man, who happens to have differently colored fur."

Misty smiled, "that's super soft," she said, getting a raised eyebrow from Hawke. She blinked at them, "what? We've shared the same bed...and I was curious so, of course I petted him while he was sleeping. He looks soft," she grumbled, her cheeks turning red as she folded her arms over her chest and glared at them, "don't fucking judge me."

Inigo chuckled, "I do take very good care of my fur so thank you. You know, you do not have to sneak a pet while I'm sleeping, my friend. If you ask nicely, I may let you pet my ears. They are much softer than the rest of me."

Misty blinked at him, her eyes wide as she lowered her arms, "wait, seriously?" she asked, grinning like an excited child, "can I pet your ears now?"

Inigo blinked at her before smiling, "of course."



Wolfe clicked his tongue in annoyance as Inigo leaned down enough for Misty to reach up and rub his ears.

"So that's how khajiit get women. I always wondered," Sirius said getting a sly smile from Inigo.

"It doesn't hurt," the khajiit admitted, closing his eyes at the feel of Misty's soft, small fingers messageing his ears. "It is also really nice."

Misty couldn't help but giggle. "I had a dog that like getting his ears messaged. It always put him to sleep too," she said, leaning slightly to look at Inigo's face. She smiled at the look of bliss before releasing his ears and stepping back, "now I know how Kagome felt when she'd rub Inuyasha's ears."

He blinked awake, shaking his head as his ears turned before smiling at her, "thank you. That was quite pleasant. Remind me to ask you to message my ears when I need help getting to sleep."

Misty nodded, "you got it," she said, getting smiles from the women. She blinked at them, furrowing her brow, "what?"

"How long have you two been together?" Isengrim asked, getting a surprised expression from the two.

"What? No. Inigo and I are just friends and that's it," she said, motioning to him, "he doesn't even think of me like that."

Inigo nodded, "yes. More like a...sister than a lover."

Kestrel rolled her eyes, "uh huh. That's how it always begins," she said, folding her arms over her chest.

Misty snorted, "that's how it's going to stay," she growled, getting eye rolls from the women. She clicked her tongue at them as she folded her arms over her chest.

Isengrim and Kestrel glanced at one another before laughing as Misty shook her head, smiling.


 Misty and her friends sat around a table in the Drunken Huntsman. Their eyes were wide with surprise at Caladh's words.

"What'd'ya mean you aren't coming with us?" Misty asked, feeling a little upset that he wouldn't want to travel with them.

Caladh shrugged, "I just do not feel up to following you around like I have been and Riordan and Sirius can take care of themselves," he said, taking a drink from the ale in his tankard.

"But, what's an adventure without all your friends there to share it with you?" Inigo asked, his ears laying down on his head as he looked sadly down at the table.
"Right?" Misty said, furrowing her brow at the dark elf.

"I'm sorry. I just don't think that..." Wolfe cut him off by setting his tankard down hard on the tabletop.

"It's because she's dragonborn and can shout, isn't it?" he growled, glaring at the elf from across the table.

Caladh glared back, "if I'm being honest, then yes, that's the reason," he said, looking back at Misty with a softer gaze, "I'm sorry, Misty, but I'm too old to be risking my life like you young lads and lasses."

Misty took a deep breath and nodded, "I get it," she said, turning the tankard on the table as she thought about Caladh's decision. She blinked, remembering something that she had forgotten she had for the whole, almost, month she had been in Skyrim. She leaned back, smiling as she reached into her satchel, "I've been saving the battery for something special but, I think that this is as good a time as any." She hesitated, glancing at the men and women gathered around the table, "just, promise not to tell anyone about this, okay? I don't want people to come after me because I have a magical device that plays music and strange games. It's not magic, it's technology from my world."

They watched her with confusion, interest and slight fear as they nodded. She took a deep breath, pulling her cell phone from her satchel and setting it in the middle of the table. They all leaned forward, looking at the shiney, flat, rectangular rock that was made of strange material. Misty smiled at their curious looks and pushed the button on the side, turning the phone to the lock screen where the image of a half naked Paladin Danse.

Her eyes widened as she snatched the phone from the table, "just ignore the picture. It's just a cosplayer playing Paladin Danse from Fallout 4. He's not real.... He's a game....character," she muttered, making quick work to unlock her phone. Her cheeks flushed when she saw the background image on her main screen and cleared her throat, working quickly to get to the music app. 

 "I'm starting to feel like we would have to become half nude to get your attention," Taliesin said, glancing at her over the rim of his tankard.

Misty narrowed her eyes at him as she shook her head, "Danse is just sexy," she said, quickly looking back down at the phone's screen with tinted cheeks. Why do I have to talk? She cleared her throat and set the phone back down in the middle of the table, "okay, so, this is what's called a cell phone. Everyone in my world has them," she smiled as they leaned over, almost putting their heads together to get a look at the strange device.

"Fascinating," Caladh breathed, both wanting to touch it and afraid to.

"It's so bright. Is it a lighting device of some sort?" Kestrel asked, blocking her eyes from the light.

Misty tilted her head, "sort of. It can be but I use it for calls which is being able to speak to someone from really really far away and..." she said, leaning up and tapping on one of the songs, Escape - Enrigque Iglesias. They jolted when the music started, not expecting it. Misty smiled, "it plays music."

Inigo's ears twitched as he tilted his head, listening to the music with wide, curious eyes.

Misty started bouncing and rocking to the beat as she sipped on her mead, "I also play games on it, but I don't have a charger to keep the battery up at full charge."

"What do you mean?" Hawke asked, glancing at her from the noise making rock.

Misty sighed, "it runs on electricity or lightening, but you guys don't have electricity or outlets, which is where the electricity comes out of. Not to mention, I don't have the charger to charge it."

"I could give it electricity," Taliesin offered, sparks starting to crackle on his fingertips.

Misty's eyes widened as she snatched her phone from the table, "I don't want you to blow it up, Taliesin. Too much electricity will do that and these things are fucking expensive."

Taliesin narrowed his eyes at her, "how much does that strange rock need to work?" he asked, leaning back in his chair with his arms folded over his chest.

Misty shrugged, "I have no idea. Maybe just barely more than static shock?"

Taliesin gave a nod, "I can do that," he said, his expression serious.

Misty frowned, afriad to let him try, the phone being the only tie to her world now, but she wanted to be able to listen to music and show her new friends her photos and games. She took a deep breath and nodded, leaning over the table to hold the phone out to him, "please, Taliesin, for the love of Mara, don't blow it up. It's the last piece of my life in my world I have."

He gave her a gentle smile as he took the rock, surprised at how heavy it was, "don't worry, Misty. I'll be very careful," he said, turning the rectangle in his hand to figure out how to electrify the strange thing. The music changed to something a little more rapid (Can't help falling in love - A-teens), making him furrow his brow at the lit up area before it went dark. He froze, glancing up at Misty, afraid he had done something wrong. When she didn't say anything, he went back to examining the item, ignoring everyone's eyes on him.

"There's a small, longish hole on the bottom side of it where it's supposed to be charged in," she said, her brow furrowed at him in concern.

Taliesin gave an absent nod, turning the device until he found the longish, thin whole. He felt the lightening tingle in his fingertips and, being careful to keep his magic very very low, he touched the hole.

The screen lit up, making him blink as Misty stood, leaning over the table to look at the battery bar. Her lips curved up in a smile at the lightening bolt in the middle of the battery in the upper right corner. "Fucking A," she said, holding her hand out for the phone, "it doesn't need a charge yet but now I can use it more often. Thanks Taliesin."

He gave her a nod, setting the phone in her hand, "I don't know why you doubt my abilities in the destructive art," he said, sitting back with a confident smirk.



"Because it's destructive magic," Misty said, rolling her eyes as she stopped the music and brought up Fruit Ninja. She stood, setting the phone in the middle of the table so they could see it, "check it. This is a popular offline game called Fruit Ninja." They leaned in to watch her show them how to play the game, smiling as they each took turned sliding their fingers across the screen.


 Misty held onto Caladh's belt, making sure to steer him away from any people walking while he played a round of Fruit Ninja...not paying attention to his surroundings....like the people in her world. She let out a sigh as he almost ran into a barrel.

"So, if you've had this...phone since you came here, why didn't you show it to people to make them believe you?" Inigo asked.

Misty shrugged, "honestly, I didn't really think about it until that night when I went to sleep, but by then, I figured it was already too late to bring it out. Besides that, I didn't want to be stamped any more of a freak than people already thought me to be," she said, pulling Caladh to a stop in front of the Bannered Mare, "that and I figured some people would come after me if they knew I had something like this, just to get their hands on it. I didn't want to deal with that kind of trouble before I knew how to fight and I still don't so, Caladh, I'm going to need that back, honey."

Caladh frowned at the screen, his eyes moving across the screen with his finger before giving a sigh and handing it to her. "It's a very interesting invention," he said, giving her a nod as he rubbed his eyes, "but it hurts the eyes after a while."

Misty nodded, "yeah, it does that," she said, turning to her friends with a smile, "now you believe me, right?"

They smiled and nodded.

Isengrim yawned as Kestrel stretched, "we'd better head back to the temple for now," Kestrel said, leading the nord woman up the steps.

"We'll meet at the Drunken Huntsman," Hawke said, getting a wave from the two as they headed for the temple.

Misty yawned, sliding the phone into her satchel as she stretched, "I'm ready to get some sleep too," she said, following Riordan and Wolfe up the steps, "what I wouldn't give for a nice hot shower." She thought for a second as she followed the imperial and elf across the inn to the stairs leading to their room before smiling. Windhelm is near the hot springs, isn't it? she thought, giving a sigh as she fell onto the bed, thinking about the hot water of the springs and how good it would feel. "I vote to just sleep like this," she said, laying face down where she had fallen with her face in the bedding.

"It's uncomfortable to sleep in armor," Hawke reminded her, getting a groan from the woman as she lifted her head to look at him.

She swallowed her tongue as she watched the men start to get undressed for bed, looking like what she could only imagine to be a locker room at an old world coliseum. Riordan's tunic lifted slightly as he pulled the plate armor over his head, revealing enough of his side and stomach to widen Misty's eyes. She figured her was ripped but the confirmation was heart rending. She swallowed, trying to breathe as her eyes moved to Wolfe, who was stretching after tossing his armor onto the table, muscles rippling under his skin as he moved. She inhaled, taking in the smell of straw, ale, cooking meat and men. Not B.O. Just that way men smell when they've been doing yard work or have been working on a car, sweating. Maybe it's the smell of testosterone. I don't know, but that's what she could smell. Sirius yawned, scratching the back of his head before pulling his tunic over his head and balling it up, tossing it onto his heavy armor beside the bed. His chest wasn't extremely hairy, but he was about as hairy as Bradley Cooper with the happy trail running down from just above his navel down into his pants.

Taliesin tapped her booted foot, turning her attention to the high elf as he smiled at her, "roll over and I'll take your boots off for you," he said, getting a nod from the woman as she groaned, rolling onto her back.

"Why does everything hurt?" she grumbled, putting her arm over her eyes as Taliesin pulled her boots from her feet.

"Maybe your body is still not use to living here," Hawke offered, yawning as he lifted his tunic high enough to show flashes of his abs as he scratched his stomach.

Misty sighed, sitting up as Taliesin dropped the second boot next to the other one next to the bed. She started unfastening the guards, letting them fall to the floor before sighing as she reached up and tried to pull the armor over her head, "maybe, but it's been a while," she said, giving a frustrated growl as she waved her hands in the air, stuck in the curass as usual. "This is starting to piss me off. I should have gotten a larger curass instead of a bow."

Taliesin chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled he curass from her head and shoulders, "it probably hasn't been broken in quite yet," he said, setting it on the ground leaning against the bed.

Misty snorted, rolling her head around her shoulders, "no, what it is is that I have wide shoulders for a woman," she said, messaging one of her shoulders as she tilted her head away from the aching thing.

Taliesin sat on the bed next to her, leaning forward slightly to look at her face, "may I? I owe you for trying to help with the burns," he said, making her frown.

"It's my fault you got the burns," she said, glancing at the burn scar on his cheek.

He rolled is eyes and motioned for her to turn, "I'm told I'm good with my hands. Being a mage helps that theory," he said, giving her a charming smile.

Misty narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before sighing, "fine, but if you do anything besides message, you and your hands are going to get to know one another a little more personally," she said, turning her back to him.

Taliesin started messaging, getting a groan from the woman as her chin dropped to her chest, making him smirk. Wolfe glared at Taliesin from the edge of the other bed, catching Misty's eye as she casually glanced up at the silence in the room.

"What?" she asked, not understanding why they were so quiet all of a sudden, "it's just a message. Geez. Y'all acting like Taliesin and I are necking over here."

"What is 'necking' and who is doing it?" Inigo asked, walking through the door with a sweetroll in his hand.

Misty rolled her eyes and sighed, "necking means making out or kissing passionately for a long time," she said, stiffening when Taliesin's hands stopped moving.

"Really?" Taliesin purred near her ear.

Misty kept her eyes facing forward before glancing at Wolfe, "you know, Tal. I bet Wolfe is just aching for a reason to kick your ass." As she said that, Taliesin glanced up at Wolfe, watching the Imperial crack his knuckles as he grinned at him.

Taliesin sighed and leaned back, going back to messaging her shoulders, "I get it."


 Misty yawned as she stretched in her chair before leaning on the table with her head resting on her arms, "fuck my life," she groaned, looking up at Hawke as he nibbled on a slice of bread and leaf over honey butter, "why we gotta be up so damn early?"

Hawke wiped his mouth and rolled his eyes, "because we want an early start if we want to get back to Riften to turn in that quest," he said, taking a bite from his slice of bread.

Misty yawned again and put her forehead on her arms, "I was thinkin'," she said, sitting up in her chair as she looked at the others, "why don't we head to Windhelm instead? We've gotta get that key for S'ariq near there."

Hawke frowned, "I do not understand why you agreed to do that when you don't know that khajiit," he said, cutting another slice from the loaf in the center of the table, "he should remain where he is since he's there for a reason."

Misty narrowed her eyes at that, frowning at the handsome man, "you realize that what we did yesterday is illegal and considered premeditated murder if Caius dies, right?That's a long fucking jail time and you've got the balls to say that we should leave a framed man in prison? Wow, Hawke. Just...wow...I can't even look at you right now without thinking dark, malicious things, like how to get rid of your body when I'm finished doing what I'd do," she said, turning her head toward the front doors of the tavern.

Hawke sighed, sitting up and leaning toward her, placing his hand on her arm to get her attention, but she was too stunned and angry in that moment to look at him, "Misty, listen. I understand you want to be everyone's friend and help them, but you can't help everyone."

Misty glanced at him, still frowning before giving him a slow, annoyed blink, "Hawke, honey," she said licking her lips and putting her hand on top of his, "don't be so naive to think that the key to S'ariq's cell is the only reason I want to go to Windhelm. That's the best reason I could think of at the moment that didn't sound as stupid as the real reason I wanted to go."

"What's the real reason than?" Riordan asked, looking down at her from the wall he leaned against.

Misty took a deep breath and lowered her gaze to the table, "I, kinda, wanted to go swimming in the hot springs southwest of Windhelm," she said, shifting in her seat, "I've never been to a hot spring before."

"Is that all? Why didn't you say so before?" Taliesin said with a smile.

"Yeah. I could go for a swim in some nice hot water," Wolfe said, sighing as he leaned back in his seat.

"Me too," Inigo said, taking a large bite of his slice of bread as Sirius nodded in agreement.

"Then it's settled. We're going to Windhelm," Hawke said, getting an excited cheer from the group.


Misty excitedly skipped down the walkway with Isengrim and Kestrel following, laughing at how excited she was.

"Is she always like this?" Isengrim asked Sirius, who shrugged.

"I haven't known her very long but, as far as I can tell, yeah," he said, smiling at the dancing woman, "she's fun to have around, anyway."

"It'll be interesting now that she's the dragonborn," Hawke said, walking beside Kestrel.

Wolfe nodded in agreement.

"But, I do not think that will change much," Inigo said, blinking at Misty's sudden stop.



Misty narrowed her eyes at the man leaning his shoulder against the front entryway with his arms and ankles crossed. He watched her with glowing amber eyes and a smirk. He pushed away from the wall, walking toward her with his head held high, his broad shoulders squared and his back straight and tall. She swallowed and licked her lips as Isengrim and Kestrel stood next to her, staring at him with wide, enthralled eyes. He stood before them, his amber eyes glancing back toward the men frowning at him from behind the women before he looked back at Misty and the girls. He folded his arms over his chest and smirked, "I thought I would go with you, Lass. If you don't mind an extra companion."

Misty blinked at that, shaking her head to clear it before furrowing her brow and folding her arms over her chest, "why would you want to come with us?"

Kieron shrugged his broad shoulders, "why not? There's not much action here and, I figured, traveling with the dragonborn would be more adventurous than waiting for my next job from the Companions," he said, leaning forward slightly with a smile, "so, what'd'ya say, Lass?"

"Yes," Kestrel and Isengrim breathed, glancing at one another in surprise before giggling to one another.

Misty took a deep breath and let it out slowly through her nose, looking at Kieron as he smiled at her. She licked her lips, glancing back at the men, who looked less than pleased at Kieron's presence, "what do you guys think?"

Hawke frowned and shook his head, "I do not think having more people will help in this endevor but, if that's what you want, I will not argue it."

Misty gave him an annoyed glare before turning back to Kieron, "sure. The more the merrier," she said, moving past Kieron and toward the carriage by the stables.


 

They stood beside the carriage, giving Caladh hand shakes and hugs to wish him good luck and goodbye as he walked on back toward Riverwood.

"Be safe!" Misty called after him, waving as the driver shook the reins to get the carriage going again. He gave them a casual, over the shoulder wave as he started up the large mountain.

"I hope he'll be alright," Kestrel said, as Misty took a seat beside her.

"Me too," Misty said, letting out a sigh as she turned to Wolfe, who was sitting across from her, staring at her with such concentration that she thought something was on her face, "what?"

He shrugged, leaning back in his seat as he crossed his legs, "I just think we should have been heading to Riften to get paid for the job before heading anywhere else."

"I agree," Hawke said, leaning forward to look at her, "Maven Black-Briar isn't one to make angry."

Misty snorted, leaning forward herself to glare at the imperial, "I don't give a two faced, flying, purple people eating fuck about that cunt," she snarled, putting her arms out in front of herself in a circle, "I have only so many fucks to give and that bitch doesn't get any fucks. Alright. Each of you gets a fuck because I actually care about you people, but that bitch doesn't get a single fucking one."

"That word...You say that a lot," Taliesin said, leaning his elbow on his knee.

Misty blinked, dropping her arms, "I say a lot of things a lot, what are you talking about?"

"'Fuck'. You say that a lot," Riordan said, getting a stunned look from Misty.

"Yeah," Isengrim said, leaning forward to look at Misty, "what's that mean, anyway?"

Misty took a deep breath and swallowed, "well, fuck can be used in a variety of ways, usually to express when something is to the extreme, or sucks, or is screwed up. It can also tell you how angry someone is by how many times in a row they use the word or how often they use it as they talk."

"Like when you got angry at me for using illusion magic on you," Taliesin asked, getting a nod from Misty.

"Exactly," she said, "and how I used it just now. That means I really really don't care about Maven Black-Briar and the power she 'thinks' she has." She paused, licking her lips as she took a deep breath and lowered her eyes to her hands in her lap, feeling herself start to blush, "it...it also is another term used for.... rough, hard, passionate....sex."

They were all silent for a moment, even the driver remained silent, but cast her a concerned brow furrow before turning back toward the road. She slowly looked up, the first gaze she met was Wolfe, who was giving her a deviant grin that made her skin crawl. I should have kept my fucking mouth shut.

He scooted down in his seat, draping his arm over the side of the carriage, "so, when you said that you give each of us a fuck and that means sex, do you mean now or at a later date and do we have a say in when?"

Misty's eyes widened as her face heated up, turning bright red as she shook her head frantically, "that's not what I meant when I said that," she said, a little panicky.

"Tomorrow's not a good day for me. Perhaps morndas is better," Taliesin said, leaning back in his seat with a smile.

"I'm free Loredas," Hawke said, leaning to grin at her.

"I am as well. How's morning for you?" Riordan asked, leaning his elbow on his knee.

Hawke nodded, "sounds good to me."

"If we're going to do that, lass. I will say, I'm going to need a little more time to prepare and a little more privacy. I prefer to work alone, if you know what I mean," Kieron said with a wink, getting laughs and chuckles from the men and women.

Misty bent in half, covering her face with her hands, "I fucking hate you people," she growled into her hands.

"You're not my type, but I'll try anything once," Kestrel said, draping her arm over Misty's shoulders.

If embarassment could kill, Misty would have died right then and there. She sat up straight and pulled her phone from the satchel, "how about a little traveling music, huh? That's better than what the fuck is going on here," she said, scrolling through her playlist.

"What's that?" Kieron asked, tilting his head as he looked at the phone in her hand.

"It's called a cell phone. People use it to communicate in my world as well as play games and music," she said, giving him the short explanation as she furrowed her brow, "what'd'ya wanna hear, guys?"

"How about something fun?" Inigo asked, getting a nod of agreement from the others.

"Yeah, that would be amazing," Isengrim said, giving Misty a smile over Kestrel's head.

Misty nodded, picking Kids in America - Kim Wilde before turning it up as loud as the phone could go. Misty bobbed her head and tapped her foot to the beat, smiling as her friends listening to the fastish paced music and lyrics. She sighed and leaned back against the seat, closing her eyes as the music played.

"Hey, that's some strange beat," Bjorlam said, turning in his seat to look at Misty, "what do you call that? It's kind of catchy."

Misty smiled, opening her eyes to look at him, "It's called Kids In America by Kim Wilde. It was pretty popular in the 80s and 90s...uh...more than twenty years ago," she said, sitting up slightly, "it's one of my favorite songs."

"Well, it's different, I'll give you that," Bjorlam said, turning back to the road as he tried to hum along.

Misty crossed her legs, swinging her leg slightly as she leaned back with her elbows back on the edge of the carriage as she quietly sang along.

 

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I didn't notice Sirius leaning against Riordan's leg until I posted this. >.> Hmmm....

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Misty leaned back against the front of the carriage on the floor, yawning as she looked up at the stars that sparkled down at them. She pulled the cloak tight around her, the chilly wind making her shiver. She breathed out, frowning at the steam that curled in front of her face before disappearing into the night. "If I can see my breath, it's too cold," she grumbled, folding her arms over her chest in a huff.

"Can't sleep, Princess?" Riordan's deep voice brought her eyes up to the high elf as she stood, amazingly keeping his balance as the carriage rocked and shifted back and forth.
Misty sighed.

The truth was, she hadn't decided to sit on the floor of the carriage. She had gotten up to hand her phone to Taliesin so he could charge it and show Kieron the device, when the carriage rocked violently to one side, sending her to into Wolfe's lap and then to the floor. She decided that it was safer if she stayed there. "It's too fucking cold and I don't have enough covering me to sleep confortably," she glared up at him as he moved to stand over her, "how the hell do you keep your balance like that?"

Riordan smiled, motioning for her to stand, "I'll show you," he said, holding his hand out to her.

Misty chewed on her cheek for a moment before sighing and taking his hand. He pulled her to her feet, being careful not to pull to hard. He put his hand on one of her shoulders while still holding her other hand. The carriage rocked and she gave a yip, stumbling forward to land against Riordan's plate armored chest with a grunt. "Damnit," she growled, trying to stand straight again, "I don't think I can do this, Riordan. It's too...movey."

Riordan chuckled, putting his hands on her hips to keep her steady, "just feel the way the carriage is rocking as it moves," he said, watching her furrow her brow as she kept her hands against his chest, "the carriage gives small warnings as to which way it's going to rock, you just have to feel the warning to anticipate the following movement. It's the same when you're fighting. Your opponent always has a tell and if you know how to look for it, you'll be able to anticipate their next move before they make it."

Misty stared at his chest, listening to him while trying to keep from falling, "is that how you're so awesome in a fight?"

He gave her a nod, turning his attention to the way the carriage moved, "feel every bump?"

Misty nodded.

"Good. Now I'm going to let you stand on your own," he said, getting a panicked glance from the woman, making him smile, "I'll stay right here to catch you just in case."

Misty nodded, feeling a little nervous as he released her, leaving her standing on her own. She took a deep breath and swallowed, feeling the way the carriage moved and rocked before jolting to one side or the other. She reached out, holding onto his plate armored chest as she stumbled, "Damn it," she growled, waving Riordan's helpful hands away before stepping back and furrowing her brow as she felt the carriage shift. She braced her foot, keeping herself from stumbling as it rocked to the side. She blinked, smiling as she started to get a handle on standing in the carriage. "I got it. I got it!" she exclaimed, hopping up and flinging her arms around Riordan's neck, causing him to grunt.

Riordan wrapped his arms around her waist as she hugged him, keeping himself from falling on top of her. She leaned back, grinning as she met his eyes. He blinked, staring into her green eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. His heart beat wildly in his chest as he tried to breathe past his dry tongue. What is wrong with me? What kind of spell has she cast on me? he thought, swallowing as he licked his lips.

Misty blinked a few times before clearing her throat, "um...you can...put me down now," she said, pulling him out of her eyes.

Riordan blinked, lowering her to the floor of the carriage before stepping away from her, "you seem to....have it down...now..." he cleared his throat and turned, heading back to his seat, "excuse me."

Misty blinked at the high elf as he sat back in his seat, looking out the back of the carriage as if he didn't want to look at her. Did I do something wrong? she thought for a second before shaking her head, nope. I just hugged him. She looked at him one last time before taking a seat back on the floor and leaning back against the carriage wall. Maybe he just doesn't like hugging, she thought, pulling her cloak closed as she sighed and closed her eyes, falling asleep...for a few minutes. Until a cold wind shivered her awake. She cursed under her breath, getting to her feet and shivering, "why couldn't Skyrim be a warm climate, like Elsweyr," she said between chattering teeth. She moved forward, giving Wolfe's foot a kick, "hey, scoot over."

Wolfe groaned, opening one golden eye to glare at her, "what?"

Misty snorted, "scoot. I'm fucking freezing and between you and Taliesin is warmer than the floor," she growled, holding the cloak closed.

Wolfe stared at her with tired eyes for a moment before he turned slightly in his seat, laying his head back down on his arm, "that's you're own fault. Now shut up and get some sleep."

Misty snorted, "fine, you ass," she hissed, shivering. She swallowed, licking her lips as she moved toward Riordan. "Hey, Rio," she started, getting a glance from the high elf, "I'm cold and Wolfe's being an ass and you're still awake."

Riordan blinked at her a few times before scooting over, getting a grateful smile from the woman as she sat down between him and Isengrim.

"Thank you," she said, cuddling up to his side with the cloak pulled up to her chin, "and thank you for showing me how to keep my balance on the carriage."

Riordan nodded, afraid to say anything as she leaned against him. Even through the steel plate armor, he could feel her...everything. Body. Breathing. Heat. He swallowed, trying to think of what to do. He cleared his throat, cautiously draping his arm over her, getting a soft sigh from the woman under his arm. His cheeks flushed, causing him to blink in confusion at his own reaction. What in oblivion is wrong with me?

"Hey, Rio," her voice was a soft whisper on the wind, turning his eyes down to her, "aren't you cold? You are wearing steel plate armor."

How can I be cold with you against me? he thought, rolling his shoulders in a shrug, "maybe a little."

She huffed, sitting up as she undid the cloak, "if you're cold just say so, you big lug," she said, tossing the cloak over his lap, "I don't mind sharing."

Riordan took a deep, chilly breath, inhaling the scent of winter, animal fur and a soft scent that was delicate and femanine. He knew it wasn't Isengrim, he had been sitting next to her for the majority of the ride and the nord woman didn't smell like this. He shifted in his seat, "why don't you sit on my lap so it'll cover both of us," he offered without thinking. Well, he was thinking. He was thinking that she would be too cold if they didn't sit like that.

Misty gave him a raised eyebrow before clearing her throat, "ah...alright. I guess," she said, getting to her feet. She shivered as he pulled the cloak to the side, exposing his lap for her to sit on. She cleared her throat again and lowered her eyes, thinking if this was going to be a good idea or not until Riordan took her hand, bringing her attention back to him. She took a deep breath, shuffling her feet but remaining on her feet thanks to Riordan's help, "I've never really sat on anyone's lap before. Not since I was a kid, anyway...and Hawke when we were on our way to Helgen, but that was a different way of sitting on his lap."

Riordan gave her hand a tug, having learned that, when she was nervous, Misty had a tendency to ramble, "are you going to sit or not?"

Misty nodded, siddling up to him and sitting on his lap. Riordan pulled the cloak up and over them, sliding his arm behind her back and under her legs. She felt herself blush and pulled the cloak up, covering most of herself. "Thank you again, Riordan."

He nodded, shifting slightly to get more comfortable as she leaned against him with a content sigh.


"Princess, we're almost there," Riordan's deep voice echoed through her dreams, invading the warm beach by the lake.

Misty groaned, shaking her head as she cuddle farther under the fur cloak, "Mmm mm," she hummed, pulling her legs closer.

"Misty, wake up," Hawke's voice now intruded on her pleasant swim in the warm water.

She grumbled and shifted to sit up, leaning over her knees as she tried to blink awake.

"Sleep well?" Isengrim asked, giving her a smile.

Misty yawned and stretched, arching her back as she did. It took her a moment to realize that she was sitting on a lap. She furrowed her brow and glanced over her shoulder at Riordan, who's cheeks looked a little pink, and she was sure it wasn't just because of the cold. She turned in his lap, tilting her head as she looked at him, "Rio, you alright?"

He glanced at her for a second before looking away, "I'm fine."

She gave him a raised eyebrow but decided to ignore it, getting to her feet instead as the carriage pulled up to the stable. She took her cloak from Riordan's outstretched hand, giving him a thanks as she pulled it onto her shoulders. She hopped down from the carriage and stretched, bending her legs a few times to stretch them out. She looked toward the stone city surrounded by ice cold water and shivered, pulling the cloak tight around her, "why's it always gotta be so cold here?"

"Should we head into the city or what?" Wolfe asked with a yawn.

Misty shook her head, "I'm awake now," she grumbled, glancing down the road a little ways, "so I'm about ready to take out a few bandits for a key to a jail cell. Who wants to come?"

"Will there be spiders?" Inigo asked, looking a little excited.

Misty shook her head, "unfortunately for you, my friend, there are no spiders," she glanced at Sirius, who was stretching and rubbing the back of his head, "but there are bandits. There's supposed to be three, including Getka-Dar, but who knows. I was wrong about the number before."

Sirius blinked at that before giving her an excited grin, "well, what are we waiting for? Let's go get a key!" he said, drawing his sword and starting to run...in the opposite direction.

Misty sighed and shook her head, "wrong way Si!"

Sirius paused and turned to give them a coy look before walking back toward them, "I knew that."


Misty knelt down in the snow, trying to keep from shivering as she drew back the bow string. Inigo followed suit, his eyes focusing on the bandit just inside the doorway. He glanced at misty, watching the tip of the arrow shudder as she shivered in the skyrim cold.

Inigo let his breath out in a puff of steam and unloaded his bow. Reaching over to lay his hand on Misty's arm, getting her attention. "Why don't we leave this to Sirius and the others? You're looking a little cold, my friend."

Misty nodded, the shaking starting to hurt as she unnocked the arrow and replaced the bow on her back, "I'm a-all f-f-for that,"she said, pulling the cloak around herself as she gave Sirius and Riordan a nod.

Sirius grinned at her, following Riordan around the boulders before they both ran for the half wrecked house. She leaned up, watching as Wolfe moved around the back of the house. She had told him about the back way to get up to the top floor and left the rest to him. I feel so fucking useless, she thought, lowering her gaze, sadly, to the rock in front of them.

A gentle hand on her shoulder turned her attention to Kestrel, who gave her a gentle smile, "sometimes, the strongest thing you can do is nothing at all."

Misty gave her a nod before turning back to Sirius and Riordan taking out the two bandits on the bottom floor.

"My cousin had a cat once. I killed that too," Wolfe's voice was loud enough for her to even hear over the wind.

Another loud holler and a hiss sounded from the house before the female khajiit fell from the top floor, dead. Riordan searched the khajiit's body, snatching the key from around her neck before getting to his feet.


Misty yawned, curling up under the blankets as she started to fall asleep. Isengrim and Kestrel's soft snoring behind her was soothing. Sirius's snoring was not. She groaned, sitting up as she snagged a boot from the floor, not knowing or caring who's it was before tossing it at the sleeping nord. "Sirius, you're snoring like a fucking bear," she growled at the nord as he grunted and sat up, slowly blinking at her past frizzy hair.

He yawned and stretched, rolling his head around his shoulders as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, "time to get up already?" he said, his voice sounding as groggy as he looked. He started to put his boots on before yawning and falling back against the bed again.

Wolfe grunted as Sirius's head bouncing off his back, giving the large man a glare as he rolled onto his side, "for the love of Akatosh, Sirius. Get on your own side of the bed," he growled, giving the nord a kick.

Sirius mumbled something before curling up on the bed and wrapping his big arms around Wolfe's legs. Wolfe gave a frustrated growl wriggling free of the sleeping nord before getting up from the bed. He scratched his head vigorously as he stumbled toward the girls' bed and made a waving motion, "scoot over," he growled.

Misty furrowed her brow at him and shook her head, "fuck you, Wolfe. You didn't for me, why should I for you?"

He clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes at her as he stood beside the bed looking ruffled, "if you don't scoot, I'll lay on you."

Misty sighed and scooted closer to Kestrel as Wolfe slid under the blankets. Misty snorted as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against his bare chest, "what the hell you doing?" she hissed before Wolfe pressed her face against his pec.

"Shhh. Sleep now," he said, nuzzling the top of her head.

Misty pushed against his abs, not being able to reach anything else before frowning. She took a deep breath, feeling and hearing the word of power before shouting at Wolfe's chest, "FUS!"

Wolfe cried out as he flew across the room, his back smacking the wall hard enough to cause stars to dance in his vision. He gave a groan as he rubbed the back of his head and looked up at her, "what was that for?"

Misty snorted, "being a creep, you ass," she growled, laying down on the bed in a huff before rolling with her back facing him, "I'm not your teddybear."

Wolfe snorted as he got to his feet, narrowing his eyes at her for a moment before a smirk curve his lips. He quietly made his way back to the bedside, "oh, Misty," he sang softly.

She ignored him, trying to get back to sleep when Wolfe attacked. His hands went to her sides, tickling her through the blankets. She squealed, her feet kicking out to hit Kestrel in the back, jutting her forward and pushing Isengrim off the bed. Misty wiggled and squirmed, eventually falling off the bed before scurrying away to stand on the other side of the room. "You son of a bitch. You're fucking lucky I don't know Ro Dah or I'd fuck you up, son."

Wolfe grinned at her as he stalked toward her, looking like a parent does when they're stalking their kid to tickle them...except more malicious. "You seem to want to fuck me alot, Misty. Should I take that as an invitation?" he said with a grin. He blinked as a redish rune appeared below his feet, shining up at him and giving him barely enough warning to jump off of it. He rolled as it exploded, rolling to his feet before turning to glare at a very ruffled and tired looking high elf. "Watch it you altmer bastard."

"It's your own fault for waking everyone up," Taliesin growled as he roughly ran his hand through his hair.

Isengrim and Kestrel were on the edge of the bed, glaring at Misty with sleepy eyes as Misty shook her head and pointed at Wolfe, "not my fault. That bastard tickle attacked me and he knows I'm ticklish."

Isengrim and Kestrel's angry eyes turn to the Imperial, sending a chill down his spine as he held his hands out in front of him to ward them off, "wait. I didn't do it on purpose," he tried to say, but it fell on deaf ears as the women stood and stalked toward him.


 

Several minutes, yelps, cries and a rope later, Wolfe struggled on the floor, growling and cursing through the cloth wrapped around his mouth while everyone in the room got dressed. Kieron, who had slept through the whole thing, tilted his head as he looked at Wolfe trying to get to his feet.

"What happened to you, lad?" Kieron asked, giving the glare Wolfe shot him a grin.

Isengrim finished strapping her bracers before giving Wolfe a glare, "a little tip, Wolfe, never wake a woman up from her beauty rest," she said, brushing her white hair out of her eyes.

Wolfe growled something into the gag as he sat up on his knees, glaring at the three women, who just gave him annoyed looks.

Riordan moved behind him, his great sword slicing through the ropes tieing Wolfe's arms, releasing the stupid Imperial.

"Maybe you'll know better than to mess with tired women," Hawke chuckled as he attached his sword belt to his hip.

Wolfe glared at him as he untied the gag and got to his feet, "I tried to apologize," he growled, rolling his shoulders to get the kinks out of his sore shoulders.

Misty rolled her eyes as she got to her feet, tapping the toe of her boot on the floor to make sure it was on, "shouldn't have done it in the first place," she muttered, looking up at the man as he jerked his tunic on.

"Women," he growled, getting chuckles from the rest of the men in the room.


The smell of sulfer burned her nose, but the heat coming off the hot water was a welcome feeling compared to the cold of the Skyrim climate. Misty grinned as they came to the deeper hotsprings, finding it to be a pleasant surprise when the hunters that were usually there weren't. She felt herself get super excited and actually took off running for the edge of the pool, splashing in the shallower pools as she ran. Once at the pool, she jerked the armor off and was in the process of removing her shirt and pants when the others showed up.

"You really wanted to get in the springs, didn't you?" Isengrim said with a smile.

Misty nodded, tossing her clothes in a pile as she scrolled through her phone, "damn straight," she said, smiling at Wipe Out (Extended Version) before selecting it and putting her phone on the table next to the keg. She turned, giving her friends a smile, "what're ya waitin' for!?! Let's do this." She ran, leaping off the bank and cannonballing into the hot water with a loud "WHOO!"

"She gets excited over simple things, doesn't she?" Kieron asked, pulling the scarf from his neck.

"She sure does," Hawke said, making quick work of his armor before giving Kieron a slap on the arm, "let's not keep the lady waiting."



Kieron and Hawke chuckled as Wolfe and Inigo lept into the water, splashing Misty with their wake. She gave a squealy laugh, splashing them back as Isengrim sat on the edge of the pool, soaking her feet in the hot water. Wolfe, Misty and Inigo splashed at one another, catching Riordan and Taliesin as the high elves entered the water. Taliesin frowned as his hair dripped with the hot water, getting a laugh from the others. He snorted, standing at the edge of the water before grinning as he put both his hands in the water, pouring ice magic into water, instantly cooling it.

"TALIESIN!" everyone hollered, getting a laugh from the elf as the heat returned to the pool.

"That'll teach ya to mess with a master fucking magician," he said, wrapping himself in fire as Wolfe splashed water at him. Taliesin smirked, "your weak water splashes are pathetic."

Riordan rolled his eyes and pulled his hand back, giving Taliesin a hard slap on the back that pushed him forward and into the water with a yelp, dousing the flames around him.

Taliesin broke the surface gasping as Riordan stood on the shore, smirking at the soaked elf with his large arms folded over his broad chest. Taliesin gave him a glare as he ran his hand through his wet hair, pushing it out of his face.

Misty carefully swam up behind the high elf before jumping slightly out of the water and grabbing onto his shoulders. She meant to dunk him but... She clicked her tongue, holding herself up on his shoulders as he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Why the hell y'all gotta be so strong?" she growled, wriggling to try and get him under the water, "damn it, go down."

Taliesin sighed and rolled his eyes as he ducked under the water, causing her to yelp in surprise before he surfaced again, "happy?"

Misty snorted, dropping down into the water, "no. It's a hollow victory."

"What were you trying to do?" Kestrel asked as she waded into the water.

Misty sighed, floating on her back as she looked up at the sky, "I was trying to dunk Taliesin's head under water to get him back for making the water cold. It's a game the kids in my world play when they swim."

"Sounds interesting," Kieron hummed, above her, bringing her eyes toward him.

Misty stood up, breathing out as she did and running her hand over her hair, "I guess."

"Let me see if I have this right," Wolfe's voice was the only warning she had before her feet were pulled out from under her, dropping her backwards into the water with a splash and a loud cry.

She broke the surface coughing and sputtering as she wiped her eyes, "fucking ass," she growled, splashing at him as they laughed.


Misty sighed as she leaned back on her hands, looking up at the night sky with the northern lights flickering across the darkness, illuminating the sky with beautiful greens, blues and pinks. She glanced down at the phone on her leg, reading over the words that scrolled across the screen (Human - Christina Perri) as she hummed along with the music. She looked back up at the sky, quietly singing along with the second verse as she sat up, bringing her knee up to her chest as she sang along, starting to get a little louder than she intended. She skipped a rock across the water and she whispered the last verse before belting out the words of the final chorus, feeling like the song described her and her situation almost perfectly. She took a deep breath, listening to the music change to Sad Song by We The Kings, before leaning back on her hands again. She closed her eyes, rocking side to side to the music as she thought about the day's events. Memories of her childhood of playing on the beach with her siblings and cousins.

"Misty," Inigo said, bringing her attention around to the blue cat as he offered her a warmed bottle of mead.

She smiled, taking the bottle as he took a seat beside her, sipping on his own mead, "today was awesome," she said, taking a drink from her mead.

Inigo nodded, sitting back on his hand as he looked up at the sky as well, "I agree. I haven't had fun like that in a while."

Misty and Inigo clinked their drinks together in a toast before looking back up at the sky, just enjoying one another's company. The northern lights twisting and moving in the sky made her feel like she was in a dream. Misty took a deep breath, scooting closer to Inigo to lean back against his shoulder. Inigo shifted, putting his arm more behind her to keep them both up while they smiled up at the stars.

"I'm so glad Smartbluecat made a mod like you, Inigo. I can't imagine playing through Skyrim again without you," she said, leaning her head against his chest with her eyes closed as she listened to the music, "thank you for being you, Inigo. You're my best friend."

Inigo blinked at her words, leaning his head forward slightly to look at Misty, who had dozed off against his chest and shoulder. He smiled at her gentle breathing before nuzzling the side of her head and planting a soft kiss against her temple. "I'm glad I was made too."

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 Misty sighed as they entered Riften, feeling both better and worse after spending the day before swimming in the hot springs. She frowned at the musky, sticky smell of Riften, even as Inigo hummed with pleasure. "I'm starting to wish we'd stayed at the hot springs," Misty grumbled as she followed Wolfe and Hawke down the stairs to the gangway below the town.

"Let's just turn in this job and then we can go back to the springs," Hawke said, as they rounded the corner to the ratway.

"I can't wait," Misty said, getting a little more pep in her step.

"Me either. That was fun," Kestrel said, getting a smile and nod of agreement from Isengrim.

"I'm looking forward to it too," Wolfe said, giving the girls a smirk over his shoulder, "there's plenty to look forward to."

Misty's eyes widened slightly as her cheeks flushed and she lowered her eyes to the stone floor as they walked through the ratway.

"That is all you'll get from any of us," Kestrel growled, getting a chuckle from Wolfe as he turned back forward.

Misty couldn't help but laugh at Kestrel's quick comeback, feeling less embarassed as they entered the Ragged Flagon.

"They're with us," Hawke said to Dirge as they moved past him, as if he could object to any of the strapping, larger than him men following the imperial theif.

Hawke and Wolfe lead them into the center of the Ragged Flagon as Delvin turned from the counter, giving them a smirk.

"Well, well. We were making bets as to weither you would be back or not, love," he said, getting a smile from Misty as Wolfe moved forward with the golden decanter in his hand.

 "Do I get the winnings?" Misty asked with a chuckle as Delvin's eyes scanned over the group sitting at the table on the dock. She nodded toward the decanter as she took it from Wolfe, "got a present for ya, Delv."

Delvin's brown eyes moved to the decanter in her hands before his lips curved up in a half smile, "well, well. Nice molding, custom metal work," he gave it a shake, "it's even got stuff in it. This is quite a find, love."

"How much for it?" she asked, getting a head tilt from the man.

"How about...four hundred coin?" Delvin asked, getting a tongue click from Wolfe.

Misty stepped back, putting weight on his booted foot before giving Delvin a nod, "sounds good."

"Great. I'll be back with your coin," he said, taking the decanter into the main hall of the thieves guild.

"You keep getting stiffed by him. We could be getting more for the fancy custom items you keep having me get than what he's giving us," Wolfe growled as he leaned on the counter.

Misty rolled her eyes, "who gives a fuck? As long as we get paid, I don't," she said, turning to give Vekel a smile, "I'll take three meads, five ales and a wine, please?" Vekel gave her a nod as he gathered the drinks. "I'm starting to think you have a problem with Delvin, Wolfe."

The Imperial snorted, folding his arms over his chest as he glanced toward the doorway, "when you work in this business as long as I have, princess, you learn to not trust anyone."

Misty rolled her eyes, snagged a couple of the drinks from the counter after placing the gold beside them, "just grab the drinks and follow me," she sighed, leading him to the table at the end of the docks. They got smiles and thank yous from their friends, as they passed out drinks.

"Wolfe upset about the price again?" Hawke asked, getting an annoyed Mmmhmm from the woman as he gave the other imperial a smirk.

"He's stiffin' us on the coin. It's fucked," Wolfe growled, causing Misty to choke at the use of the word.

"Fucked up," she said, shaking her head before motioning to Taliesin, "he had it down better than you and you've spent more time around me with the way I talk."

Taliesin gave Wolfe a smirk over his tankard of wine. Wolfe clicked his tongue and glared at the high elf past his bottle of ale, "fucking mage."

Misty laughed, "there you go!" she said, raising her mead into the air, "to Fuck! May we never give one about anything nor to anyone except what we care about."

Everyone toasted to that, giving a laugh as Delvin brought the coin for the decanter, plus a large pouch of coin.

"The larger one is your winnings for coming back alive," Delvin said, "minus my twenty percent, that is."

Misty's eyes went wide at that, "wait, all this after you took twenty percent?"

Delvin nodded, "we really didn't think you would come back. Although, with the company you're keeping, it's not surprising."

Misty glanced at her friends before shrugging, "I don't know about that. These guys just kept following me around. I have no clue what their problem is," she said, giving them a playful grin as most of them rolled their eyes.

"We're just following the benevolence that is the light of you," Isengrim said, making a show of throwing her hands out at Misty before giving her a dramatic bow, "as the princess wishes."

Kestrel followed suit getting a round of laughter from the group.

"You're not funny," Misty growled, playfully shoving Isengrim as the woman stood.


Brynjolf frowned as he looked at the letter, "this is beyond coincidence. First Aringoth and now Sabjorn. Someone's trying to take us down by driving a wedge between Maven and the guild," he said, sighing as he ran his hand through his hair.

Misty nodded, "yeah. Karliah's really sticking it to the guild, but it's Mercer's oh fucking fault," she said, giving him an annoyed, bored stare.

Brynjolf narrowed his green eyes at her as he folded his arms over his chest, "how do you know that name, Lass?"

Misty sighed, "look, I already told you all about my world and this being a game and you don't fucking believe me. Ironically, the only people who do believe me aren't original NPCs. So, can we just skip you and Mercer sending me to Solitude and just move onto the next part, which is me following Mercer into the Falmer ruins where he's trying to steal the eye of the Falmer?"

Brynjolf stared at her for a few moments, looking a little stunned at her suggestion before nodding toward the door, "Mercer wants to meet with you right away. I don't know what he'll have you doing," he said, getting a groan from the woman, "a job is a job, lass. You either take them while you can or you miss out on some good coin."

Misty snorted, "good coin my fucking ass, Bryn. I get better coin going through crypts and dwemer ruins."

Brynjolf frowned at her, taking an intimidating step toward her, "if that's so, lass, then why are you bothering to help the guild?"

Misty swallowed and licked her lips, her hand slowly going to her satchel.

"Don't think about it," a low, gravely voice said from behind her, turning her attention around to Rune as he pointed his arrow at her.

She took a deep breath, turning her attention back to Brynjolf as she pulled her phone from her satchel and held it up for him to see, "you don't believe me when I tell you I'm not from here, so I'm showing you proof that I'm not," she held the phone in her hand and quickly going to her music player, playing Dope - BTS. Brynjolf blinked down at the screen, moving forward to look at the phone with curious, shocked eyes. "I told you, I'm not from this world."

Brynjolf looked at her before standing straight as she silenced the phone and slipped it back into her satchel. "Alright lass, I believe you now."

Misty gave a nod, "then you believe me when I say it's Karliah doing this and Mercer is to blame and shouldn't be trusted?" she asked.

Brynjolf let out a calming breath through his nose before licking his lips, "I don't know what to believe. Just go talk to Mercer while I....I try to...sort out what you've told me."



Misty took a deep breath and nodded before leaving the practice room and heading to Mercer. She didn't want to go to Solitude, even if she wanted to see the city, she didn't want to deal with the quest. She sighed, running her hand through her hair as she moved through the guild cistern and toward Mercer. God I hate that man. Now Brynjolf knows I'm telling the truth but...does he really believe me? she thought as she stepped up to the front of the desk. "Brynjolf said you wanted to see me and I already know it's to send me to solitude. I know why you're sending me there and you're wasting your time."

Mercer frowned at her as he stood straight, "and why is that?"

"Because it's Karliah," she said, getting narrowed eyes from the man.

"How could you possibly know that?" Mercer asked, folding his arms over his chest.

"I'm sure Brynjolf told you about what I said. That I'm 'claiming' to not be from here," she said, giving a small sigh as she ran her fingers through her hair, pulling the hair tie out, "look, Mercer, I just don't want to go to Solitude to be able to tell you what I already know, alright? I'd prefer to skip that part and move onto the next mission, please."

Mercer glared at her for a few moments before giving a hum, like he had made a decision, "be that as it may, I still want you to go to Solitude to speak with Gulum-Ei about this...problem. In the meantime, I will look into your...claim of it being Karliah," he said, leaning back over the map on the table.

Misty stared at him with wide, angry eyes, trying to keep her undereye from twitching, "are you fucking kidding me?" she growled, bringing Mercer's annoyed dark eyes up to her, "I just told you who the fuck is behind the problems with the guild, besides yourself, and you're still going to fucking send me on a wild goose chase to find out the exact fucking thing I just fucking told you?!? What the actual fuck!?!?"

Mercer stood straight and started to move around the table with angry eyes focused in on her, "are you refusing to do this job, after I made the desicion to allow you into the thieves guild on nothing more than Brynjolf's request?"

Misty swallowed, a little afraid of what Mercer would do to her as he leaned down to be nose to nose with her, his angry eyes burrowing into her very soul, chilling it. She took a shallow, calming breath and licked her lips, "you won't do anything to me with so many witnesses around, Mercer. You're a fucking coward like that."

Mercer narrowed his eyes at her as she leaned a little closer, pressing her nose against his as she whispered, "I know everything."

Mercer frowned and moved back with a scoff, "you couldn't possibly know everything, and even if you did," he leaned down to smirk at her, "who would believe you over me?"



Misty swallowed, staring back at him, despite her brain screaming that he was going to hurt her. She lowered her eyes to the floor and nodded, "you're right. Nobody would believe me over you. Not yet, anyway," she said, turning to leave the cistern. She furrowed her brow as she walked through the tavern doors and to the back of the dock where her friends were waiting.

"So, what's the next job?" Wolfe asked, giving her a raised eyebrow as she took a seat on the chair Hawke vacated and scratched her head.

She took a deep breath, sitting back in the chair as she stared at the table, "mother fucker wants us to go to solitude even though I told him who was behind the problems with the thieves guild," she growled, snatching the tankard from Wolfe's hand and downing the entire contents in a few gulps. She slammed the tankard down on the table, hard enough for it to echo off the walls of the Ragged Flagon. "FUCK!" She hollered, dropping her head down to her arms on the table as she tried to control her breathing and the rage bubbling in her chest.

Taliesin leaned over the back of her chair, putting his hands on her shoulder as he tried to calm her with a calm spell, "take it easy, Misty. I'm sure it's not that bad."

Misty snorted, letting the calm flow through her like a welcome cooling breeze that douses the flames of rage. She took a deep breath and sat up, putting her hands over Taliesin's to keep them there when he tried to remove them, "I also told Mercer that I knew about him and what he did. So, expect hired mercenaries and assassins on the way," she said, rolling her head around her shoulders as Taliesin started to message her shoulders. "I'm so fucking tired."

"Well, why don't we get a room at the Bee and Barb for the night and start out tomorrow," Hawke suggested, getting a nod from the group.

Misty sighed and nodded, reluctant to begin this new quest, "when I get back here with the same information that I just told them, I quit."

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S'ariq looked as angry as ever, frowning at the guard that stood outside his cell, taunting him.

"Not so tough now that you're behind bars, are you cat?" the guard snipped.

S'ariq snarled, lunging at the bars and causing the guard to stumble back after giving a holler of surprise, landing hard on his ass. S'ariq sneered at the guard, "just wait until this one is out of here. You will regret those taunts."

The guard snorted, getting back to his feet, if a little shakey, "you'll never get out of here, cat. I'll be sure of that."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that quite yet, my ignorant friend," Misty said as she stepped down to the lower floor, giving the guard a smirk.

"Who are you? You're not supposed to be down here," the guard said, giving the men behind her a glance.

Misty shrugged, "a friend of khajiit," she said, walking to stand before the large cat.

S'ariq's ears were perked up and his eyes shone with surprise, "you came back for this one. Did you kill Getka-Dar?" he asked, his ears laying back at her name.

Misty nodded, "and I have something for you, S'ariq. Read it later," she said, handing over the journal and the unlocking the cell, "now, you can either go with us, or you can head to Whiterun, which was where you were going anyway, right?"

S'ariq narrowed his eyes at her, his ears laying back on his head as he stepped out of the cell, "how did you know that?" he asked, getting a grin from Sirius as he moved forward, roughly wrapping his large arm around Misty's neck.

"She has visions," he said, getting a tongue click from the woman.

"I showed you and let you play with my phone and I still only see visions?" she growled, shoving his arm off her shoulder.

Sirius shrugged, "it's easier than saying you're from another world and doesn't have as many questions attached."

Misty had to admit, he made a point. Wasn't that what Oden said he did? she thought, looking back at the huge cat. "So, what'd'ya say?"

S'ariq glanced over the group, frowning at Inigo for a moment before sneering, "this one will have to think about it," he said, looking back at Misty, "that does not mean yes."

Misty shrugged, "I got you out. I couldn't care less what you did with your life now," she said, turning to leave with her friends in tow, "up to you. We're staying at the Bee and Barb and leaving tomorrow morning for Ivarstead."

S'ariq gave a nod as the group moved out of the lower cells and left the jail.


Luckily, the Bee and Barb had enough rooms and bed that the men and women slept in different rooms. Not that it was a problem before, but between Isengrim and Kestrel giggling every time Misty turned away from the guys undressing and Wolfe flaunting the body he had, the girls only room was a welcome relief. Misty sighed as she lay back on the bed, reveling in the feel of having her own bed, even if it was just for a night. 

"Soooooo" Kestrel started, causing Misty to blink up at the ceiling. She lifted her head to look at the dark elf woman on the other side of the room.

"What?" Misty asked, sitting up on the edge of the bed with a raised eyebrow.

Isengrim sighed and shook her head, "I told you, it's none of our business, Kessy."

Kestrel rolled her purple eyes, "I want to know and the best way to get an answer is to ask," she turned her gaze to Misty with a smirk, "so, which one is your's?"

Misty blinked, furrowing her brow at the elf in confusion, "what the hell are you talking about?"

Kestrel sighed and tilted her head, giving Misty a slightly annoyed look, "you know."

Misty shook her head, slowly, "I seriously have no clue what you're talking about, Kestrel."

Isengrim sighed and shook her head, "I told you she didn't know."

Misty narrowed her eyes at her friends, "what's going on and why don't I know?"

The women exchanged a glance before Isengrim got to her feet with her arms folded over her chest, "we would like to know if you're...involved with any of the men we're taveling with?"

Misty blinked at that a few times before frowning, "what'd'ya mean when you say 'involved'? Like dating?" They glanced at one another, clearly not understanding the term. "It means courting."

Isengrim gave a nod as Kestrel went on, "so, which one is it?"

Misty didn't know what to say. She liked the men, each one had their own pros and cons, but she couldn't decide which she liked the most. Hawke was there with her and for her since the beginning, before she even left the thieves guild, but he was always so levelheaded and responsible it was almost boring. Wolfe was always teasing her and poking fun at her, but when things got rough, he was the first one to jump in and take on the danger. Well, aside from Sirius, who was a little like a brother, or he felt like he was...sometimes...Riordan was stoic and serious and...Her mind went back to when she sat on his lap on the way to Windhelm and her cheeks flushed. I can't believe I actually did that, she thought, shaking her head as the next man entered her mind. Taliesin, the high elf mage that tried the seduce her using his illusion magic. She frowned at the memory but, except for the occasional tiff with Wolfe, he wasn't a bad guy. As far as Altmer came, he was down right decent. At least he wasn't spouting about Talos not being a god. And last, but damn sure not least was Kieron. Just the thought of the man made her cheeks heat up. He was tall, strong, sexy and the accent that came along with him didn't help matters. She cleared her throat, glancing up at her friends, who were watching her with patient eyes. "I...I don't really have a romantic relationship with any of them. They're just friends."

"What about the cat?" Kestrel asked, making Misty frown.

"His name is Inigo," she growled, glaring at Kestrel, who gave her an apologetic nod.

"I apologize. Inigo. What about him? You seem to be close to him," Kestrel said, leaning forward on the bed.

Misty shrugged, "he's my best friend. There's no real romance to it. He's just really adorable and I trust him," she said, even to her it sounded like an excuse. The truth was, when she found out she couldn't marry the khajiit, she had been heartbroken. It took many playthroughs to get over that fact.

Kestrel and Isengrim exchanged the look of "she's delusional" before turning their attention back to her.

"So, you're saying that you and Inigo aren't involved? Not even a little bit?" Isengrim asked, leaning forward in her chair as Misty shook her head.

"Nope."

"Not even casually?" Kestrel asked, getting a confused blink from Misty.

"What'd'ya mean?" Misty asked, tilting her head.

"You know. Sex," Kestrel's bluntness made Misty blush in surprise.

"What?!?" Misty exclaimed, her eyes going wide, "no, I couldn't even, I mean, why would you ask something like that? I just....why?"

Kestrel shrugged, "You seemed very close is all and I was curious."

Misty frantically shook her head, "no! I'm not having sex with Inigo or any of them, for that matter!"

Isengrim chuckled at her friend as she sat on the edge of her bed, "you sound like you've never even had sex."

Misty shifted uncomfortably on her bed, getting surprised looks from the two women.

"Wait, you've never had sex with a man?" Kestrel asked, sounding as surprised as she looked.

Misty looked off to the side, her cheeks flushed under the stunned stares of her girlfriends, "I've never even kissed someone, let alone had sex."

"You're a virgin!?!" Isengrim exclaimed, getting a hiss from Misty.

"SHH! Don't be so loud! Shit! You wanna wake up the whole town?!?" Misty hissed at her, glancing toward the door as if that loud proclaimation would bring the men running.

"I'm sorry, it's just hard to believe when you've been traveling with such gorgeous men," Kestrel said, motioning toward the wall where the men's room was located on the other side of.

"Yeah," Isengrim said, folding her arms over her chest, "I would think that you bedded at least one of them."

Misty shook her head, "nope. Not a single one."

"Have you even had the opportunity to bed one of them?" Isengrim asked, tilting her head slightly.

Misty shrugged, "maybe. If I did I didn't notice," she sighed, looking down at her knees and suddenly feeling like an idiot, "I mean, I'm sure one of them would have done or said something to get my attention about it, right?"

Kestrel rolled her eyes as she shook her head, "men won't make the first move. The good ones won't, anyway. You've gotta show you're interested in them or they won't make a move."

Misty took a deep breath, "like getting an amulet of Mara," she stated, getting a nod from the girls. She sighed and fell back on her bed, "maybe I'll do that tomorrow before we leave, but I don't want them being all...'let me help you with that' and 'is that an amulet of Mara?' Help is nice every now and again, but if it impedes on me being me, I don't think I can handle it."

Kestrel and Isengrim chuckled as they crawled into bed.

"Maybe we'll make it a girl's trip and all of us get amulets of Mara," Isengrim said, getting a smile from Misty as she crawled into her own bed.

"That's be cool. We'll be the Mara girls or something. Like a hero girl group," she said, getting a laugh from the girls.

"That sounds fun," Kestrel said as Isengrim blew the candle out on her bedside table.


Misty, Kestrel and Isengrim walked out of the Temple of Mara sporting their amulets upon their armor clad chests. Misty looked down at the amulet in her hand, half afraid to put it on for the whole "an amulet of Mara" crap that you get when you wear one and talk to people. She swallowed as she followed Kestrel and Isengrim toward the stables where the men said they would meet them.

"Aren't you going to put it on?" Isengrim asked as the girls fell back to walk beside her.

Misty glanced up at the nord woman, thinking how beautiful she was before giving a nod as they moved out of Riften. She clipped the necklace clasp as they moved toward the men, who were sparring to pass time. Riordan gave them a smile as he leaned against the support at the front of the stables, his amber eyes moving down to the amulet Misty had laying against her chest. She never knew jewelry could be so heavy around her neck before his eyes moved up to her's. She swallowed, doing her best to avoid looking at the nord as she moved around the carriage to stop the spar between Hawke and Sirius. "We ready to go guys?" she asked, getting a groaning grumble from Sirius.
"I was about to win," he grumbled as he slid his sword back onto his back.

"Sure you were," Wolfe said, giving the nord a playful shove as he moved past him and climbed up into the carriage.

Kestrel followed him, giving him a thanks before moving toward the back of the carriage where Taliesin sat leaning back against the back of the seat, reading Guide to Better Thieving that he had borrowed from Misty. He barely gave Kestrel a glance as she sat next to him, their legs bumping together. Hawke moved to get in the carriage, pausing only for a moment when he saw the amulet around her neck before climbing up. Riordan climbed up next, taking a seat at the entrance of the carriage. Kieron paused in front of her, bringing her eyes up to him in confusion before he reached out, lifting the amulet from Misty's chest, his knuckles brushing against her skin, leaving a strange tingling sensation as he rubbed his thumb over the pendant.

"Interesting choice of accessory, Lass," he purred, giving her a smile as he let the amulet fall back on her chest before motioning for her to get in the carriage.

She felt her cheeks heat up and quickly moved to get in the carriage. She took Wolfe's offered hand, grateful for it before moving to take a seat by Hawke and praying that he didn't say anything. Inigo sat next to her, giving her a smile as Sirius sat across from him, leaving Isengrim to sit next to him while Wolfe took a seat next to Inigo and Kieron sat on the end of the bench seat, giving Sigaar the signal that they were all in.

Sirius slouched in his seat before giving Misty a casual glance, his eyes widening slightly at the amulet around her neck, "an amulet of Mara. Are you saying you're available?"

Misty gave a loud, groaning sigh as she roughly ran her hand through her hair, "and so it begins," she growled under her breath as she pulled her phone out for some traveling music. (Fire - BTS)


Ivarstead came into view, making Misty sigh in relief. Not that spending a long time bunched in together with her friends wasn't fun, but she needed to be farther away from them than a few centimeters. They climbed out of the carriage and Misty moved a ways away from the men, taking a few deep breaths of clean air as she gave Sigaar a smile.
"Thanks for the ride, Sigaar," she said, getting a smile and nod from the driver before he whipped the horse into motion.

"Well, where are we going first?" Taliesin asked, folding his arms over his chest as a few of the locals gave him dirty looks. Riordan glared back, causing the dirty on lookers to look away and move on.

Misty gave a nod, wanting to get her high elven friends out of the line of anger that was being thrown their way, "we should head up High Hrothgar so I can speak to the grey beards about being Dragonborn."



They nodded, following her as she lead them through the town to the stone bridge that crossed the waterfall that moved out of Ivarstead. She smiled at Klimmek and Gwilin as they talked about Klemmik climbing up the mountain. "We're stopping at them first," she said, walking up to them without fear, "excuse me, did you say you needed to take supplies up the mountain to the grey beards?"

Klemmik looked at her with a raised eyebrow before glancing back at Gwilin, "yeah, why?"

Misty shrugged, "we were actually going up the mountain on a pilgrimage. Would you like us to take the supplies for you?" she asked, getting a surprised blink from the older nord.

"Up the seven thousand steps? Are you sure?" he asked, getting a shocked gasp from behind her.

"Seven THOUSAND steps?!?" Taliesin exclaimed, getting a laugh from Sirius.

"You didn't know that?" Sirius asked, giving the high elf a raised eyebrow.

"You must not have been in Skyrim very long to not know that," Kieron said, smiling at the smaller man.

Misty rolled her eyes, "we're sure. We're going up there anyway and it'd be easier on you and your legs," she said, getting narrowed eyes from the wood elf leaning against the stone wall of the bridge, "since you must make the journey quite a bit. I know I'd like a rest if I did that as often as you."

Klemmik gave her a smile as he slid the pack from his back, "that's kind of you. Just put the bag in the offering chest outside of the doors and you're done. Thank you," he said as Misty took the bag.

She grunted against the weight, furrowing her brow before giving him a smile, "no problem. I'm always willing to help," she said, grinning at Klemmik as he and Gwilin walked back toward the center of town.

"Want me to take that?" Riordan asked, holding his hand out.

"Please," Misty said, hefting it into his hand. He flung it over his shoulder as if it weighed nothing before giving her frown a smile, "I'm so jealous of your muscles right now."

Riordan chuckled as they started over the bridge and up the slopes of High Hrothgar.



"Okay, legs. Let's do this," Inigo said, making Misty smile.

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Misty huffed as they rested at one of the plaques, her breath coming out in hot steam, swirling around in front of her face before disappearing. She leaned against the stone, sliding down to sit at the base with her legs out in front of her. "What's this one say?" she asked between gasps of thinning air.



"Kyne called on Paarthurnax, who pitied Man; Together they taught Men to use the Voice; Then Dragon War raged, Dragon against Tongue," Taliesin read as he took a few deep breaths, "the air is so thin here.

Misty groaned, "we're not even half way up," she said, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the stone.

"You know that from what this stone tablet says?" Sirius asked, taking a seat next to her.

Misty nodded as she sat up, "There's ten of them. Once we reach the one that says something about Worship of the voice or something, then we're almost there," she said, rolling her head around her shoulders before taking a deep breath and getting to her feet, "how's everyone holding up?"

Kestrel leaned against Riordan as she tried to breathe in the cold air, "I'll be much better once we reach the summit," she said, between breaths.

Isengrim nodded, looking way less tired than everyone else.

"Why do you barely look phased?" Inigo asked Isengrim as he leaned on his knees.

Isengrim smiled at him, "I make the pilgrimage a few times a year, to keep my stamina up and to reflect on my life so far," she said, getting surprised stares from everyone.
Misty groaned as she started to move again, wanting nothing more than to be there, "alright. Come on. Let's get this done and over with," she said between huffs, leading them forward.


They rounded the last corner, Misty and Kestrel leaning on one another for support as Kieron, Sirius and Isengrim lead them, trying to encourage them to keep going. Even Riordan, with his mass and strength, seemed to be no match for the long walk up the massive mountain. He moved forward, huffing and puffing as he lifted the lid of the chest at the front of the hall and placing the supplies in the chest. He leaned against the top of the chest, trying to breathe in the thin air.



Misty frowned, moving to place her hand on his shoulder, "maybe you should have stayed in Ivarstead," she said, giving him concerned green eyes.

Riordan shook his head and placed his hand over her's on his shoulder, "then who would protect you?"

Misty gave him a raised eyebrow before glancing back at the others.

"We're standing right here," Wolfe growled, giving the high elf a glare as he moved past them.

Misty rolled her eyes, blinking in surprise when Riordan kept hold on her hand and lead her up the stairs to the giant doors. She hesitated at the doors, both wanting and not wanting to enter the hall. Riordan paused with her, giving her the choice as to wheither or not she entered. She took a deep breath, glad to feel Riordan's warm hand gripping her's, before giving a nod and letting him lead her into the building.


The smell of old, musky stone, books, and cold filled the main hall of High Hrothgar. She shivered, thinking that it was almost warmer outside as she moved into the center of the room. She swallowed, looking around the room as the others followed, moving around the room to look at the architecture, or to find a spot they could defend easily. Misty turned her attention to four old men wearing dark blue-grey robes as they moved down the stairs. Their eyes were on her the entire time. She recognized the man who would be the most prominent in what she would be doing and gave him a nod.

"Brother Arngeir," she said, giving the man a slight bow.

"I don't believe we have met, young lady," the old man said, giving her a slight tilt of the head, "have we?"

Misty shook her head, "not this time around, but I do know a lot about you and the grey beards," she paused for dramatic effect as they watched her patiently, "I am the Dragonborn."

Arngeir watched her with narrowed eyes before lifting his chin slightly, "dragonborn. Then prove it. Let us taste of your voice."

"She's got it, alright," Wolfe said, rubbing the back of his head, "I've tasted it myself."

"That's because you're a fucking perv," she growled, shooting him a glare. Wolfe sneered at her before she turned back to Arngeir, "anyway. You want me to shout at you, right?"

"That would be preferrable, yes," Arngeir said, giving her a small nod.

Misty took a deep breath and shouted at Arngeir, causing the man to stumble a couple of steps before he stood straight, looking at her with wide, eyes.

"Dragonborn, it is you," he said, getting a smile and a nod from Misty. He put his hands out, "welcome. Welcome. We have long awaited the return of the dragonborn, and here you are. Thank you for answering our summons. We are honored to welcome a Dragonborn to High Hrothgar. We will do our best to teach you how to use your gift in fulfillment of your destiny."

"To defeat Alduin, right?" Misty asked, folding her arms over her chest, for from the chill of saying that out loud than anything.

Arngeir gave her a nod, "precisely," he motioned her toward brother Einarth, "You have shown that you are Dragonborn. You have the inborn gift. But do you have the discipline and temperament to follow the path laid out for you? That remains to be seen. Without training, you have already taken the first steps toward projecting your Voice into a Thu'um, a Shout. Not let us see if..." he was cut off by Misty's yawn, causing the old man to furrow his brow at her, "am I boring you, dragonborn?"

"You are boring me as well," Inigo muttered, giving Arngeir's glare a coy smile, "no offense."

"I already know about Thu'ums and shouts, so, if you don't mind, Arngeir, can we skip to the part where brother Einarth gives me Ro?" She asked, getting a frown from the man.
"Only if you can tell me what you know," Arngeir said, lifting his chin in a superior mannor.

Misty sighed, rolling her head around her shoulders before speaking, "the shouts are actually the language of dragons known as a Thu'um and my dragonborn blood gives me the ability to learn the a new shout without actually working at it. All Shouts are made up of three Words of Power and knowing all three words makes the shout stronger. Fus means force and Ro means balance. Is there anything I left out?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest as she gave him annoyed eyes.

Arngeir blinked at her in surprise before clearing his throat as the men and women behind her chuckled, "yes...well...brother Einarth will, indeed, teach you Ro, then."

Einarth moved forward, whispering the word onto the floor, where the lined letters appeared, glowing a hot orange. Misty moved toward them, kneeling down on the floor to run her fingers over the etches. Her fingertips tingled for a second before she heard that whisper in the back of her head Ro. Ro. Ro. Ro. She blinked at the voice as she stood, facing Einarth as his knowledge swirled around him before rushing out toward her. She gave a yelp, not use to that flashing, whirling wind, as she stepped back, shivering from the feel of it. The knowledge felt different than the soul of a dragon, for one, it was cooler and had a strange...smell to it. Like when you leave clothing in a storage shed or basement for a long time before getting them out for use. She frowned as she shook her head, furrowing her brow at the pounding as someone lay their hand on her shoulder. She turning her attention up to Taliesin, giving him a soft smile before moving back toward Arngeir.

"You seemed to have absorbed the knowledge, but can you truely use it?" Arngeir asked, nodding toward the center of the room, "let us see."

Misty moved to stand at the head of the room, waiting for Borri to create an ethereal person in front of her.

"Flik Lo Sah!" Borri shouted, creating a ghostly greybeard in front of her.

"Fus RO!" she shouted, knocking the ghost away before it disappeared.

"Well done. Again," Arngeir said, getting a sigh from the woman.

"Flik Lo Sah!"

"Fus Ro!"

Arngeir nodded approvingly, "you learn quickly. Once more."

Misty rolled her eyes, glancing at her friends as they watched with interest. That filled her with a little pride as she took another deep breath.

"Flik Lo Sah!"

"FUS RO!"

Arngeir gave her an approving nod again as her companions clapped. Misty smiled, giving them a dramatic bow, getting laughs and eye rolls from a few of them.

"I could do that if I was dragonborn too," Wolfe grumbled, getting a laugh and a push from Hawke.

"Just be grateful you aren't," Hawke said, getting an eyeroll from the man.

Misty turned to Arngeir, "the next part's in the courtyard with Borri, right?"

Arngeir tilted his head slightly, watching her with narrow grey eyes before nodding again.


Misty stood between the stone pillars staring at the giant gate ahead of her. She had just learned Wuld and was less than eager to try it out. She took a deep breath as Borri stood by the gate, hearing the word echo through her mind like they did before she used them. Wuld.

"Bex," Borri hissed, swinging the gate wide open before her.

"Wuld!" She shouted, jolting forward so suddenly she stumbled when she reached the area just behind the gate, blinking at the rocks before turning to give the greybeards and her friends a smile, "that was so cool!" She excitedly moved back to Arngeir, who returned her smile.

"Your quick mastery of a new Thu'um is...astonishing. I'd heard the stories of the abilities of Dragonborn, but to see it for myself..." Arngeir said, staring at her in awe.
"Um...thank you," she said, taking a deep breath, "so, now you want me to go get the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller, right? At Ustengrav between Morthal, Dawnstar, and Solitude, right."

Arngeir nodded, "you are quite an...interesting woman, Dragonborn," he said, looking at her like you would study a strange plant or rock.

Someone wrapped their arms around her, pulling her back against a sturdy chest of leather as Taliesin stepped between her and Arngeir.

"Get your own woman. This one's ours," Wolfe growled, his voice next to her ear.

Misty clicked her tongue, shoving her elbow in Wolfe's stomach, causing him to grunt before chuckling. She turned to her friends, giving them a smile, "let's rock out y'all."

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Misty smiled when they reached the bottom of the mountain, glad that the way down was easier than the way up.

"Well, that was...enlightening," Hawke said, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked over the waterfall at the moon.

"I'm surprised it didn't take longer," Taliesin said with a yawn.

Misty yawned as well, shaking her head to get the sleep out of her brain.

"I don't know about you all, but I could use a nice warm bottle of mead," Riordan said, getting nods of agreement from everyone.

"That sounds like a good idea," Kestrel said, lacing her arm around Riordan's, "shall we then?"

Riordan looked a little taken aback by Kestrels boldness, but let her pull him along the cobblestone roadway toward the inn. Misty chuckled at Riordan's unsure glance back toward everyone, shaking her head as they walked after them.


Misty gave her dunmer friend a smile as she stalked into the room with fury on her face.

"What's wrong, Kessy?" Isengrim asked, looking up from her journal at the angry woman.

"Riordan is a bastard!" she snarled, falling back on the other bed with a growl before sitting up and beating her fists against the pillow.

"What'd he do?" Misty asked, furrowing her brow at the woman.

Kestrel snorted, her short red hair a mess as she turned her glare to Misty, "I offered to bed him and he told me he wasn't interested," Kestrel hissed, beating her fists against the bed in a rage.

Misty gave her a raised eyebrow before glancing at Isengrim who shrugged. Misty sighed as she got to her feet, "did he say why he wasn't interested?"

Kestrel shook her head, "when he rejected me, I walked away because I didn't want to hurt him."

Misty and Isengrim laughed as the nord woman stood and stretched, her tunic raising up slightly to show her slender waist and pale skin.

"Would you like me to speak with him?" Isengrim asked, giving her friend's glare a smile.

"If you want," Kestrel growled, getting into bed in a huff as she jerked the blankets, violently, up to her chin, "I don't want to talk to that ass."

Misty got to her feet, chuckling at her friend's anger, "I'll go with you. It'll be easier to corner him with two," she said, getting a laugh from Isengrim.

They knocked on the door across from their room, waiting patiently for one of the men to open the door. Misty rolled her eyes when a half naked Wolfe answered, giving the two women a grin.

"Hello ladies," he purred, leaning on the half open door with his hand on his hip, "looking for anyone inparticular?"

"Actually, we were wondering if we could speak to Riordan," Isengrim asked, getting a frown from the man.

"Why?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest as he stood straight.

"We have some questions we'd like to ask him," Misty said, folding her arms over her chest as she lifted her chin, "not that it's any of your business."

Wolfe snorted, "what does that high elf have that I don't have?" he asked, leaning toward them sligthly with narrowed eyes.

Misty glared at him, "one, he's not a racist prick. Two, he's saved my life more than you have and three, he's strong and adorable. Girls like that in a guy," she said, getting a giggle from Isengrim as the woman moved forward, waving her hands and shaking her head.

"We're here to talk to him, nothing else," she said, elbowing Misty in the arm.

Wolfe rolled his eyes, turning toward the inside of the room, "Riordan, the girls want to talk to you."

Riordan appeared in the doorway, replacing Wolfe as he gave the two women a raised eyebrow, "yes?"

Misty nodded toward the inn doors, "let's take a walk, big guy," she said, giving him a light slap on the arm before leading the way onto the porch of the inn.

Misty leaned back against the railing as Isengrim put herself between Riordan and the door, getting a cautious, confused look from the tall man.

"Riordan, Kestrel told us that you rejected her, is that true?" Isengrim asked, giving him a semi-harmless smile.

Riordan looked relieved and actually chuckled, "is that what this is about? I thought something aweful happened."

Misty snorted, "something aweful did happen. You broke Kestrel's heart," she said, glaring up at the man.

Isengrim sighed, rubbing the back of her neck, "I wouldn't say that, but you are the first man to refuse her offer," she said, getting a shocked stare from Misty.

"Wait, wait, wait. Kestrel's never been turned down?" Misty asked, tilting her head.

Isengrim shook her head, "usually, whomever she sets her eyes on accepts," she said.

Misty felt upset and a little angry and, possibly, a little jealous of Kestrel, "so, why are we out here?"

Isengrim shrugged, "Kestrel would want to know why."

Misty gave her a disbelieveing stare before shaking her head, "I'm sorry, Riordan. We've drug you out here for no reason. You can go back inside," she said, patting his arm.
Riordan gave her a raised eyebrow before heading back inside.

Misty was angry, mostly because she had just wasted her time dragging Riordan out of his room, and possibly bed, to ask him why someone who had never been rejected was rejected.

"You look angry," Isengrim said, giving Misty a worrying look.

Misty snorted, "that's because I am. Kestrel's pissed because she's never been rejected before? Seriously?" she growled, roughly folding her arms over her chest, "she acted like it was the worst thing in the world."

Isengrim gave her a nod, as if she understood, "to Kestrel, it may be."

Misty snorted, "maybe it's about time she tasted rejection."

Isengrim gave Misty a sigh, "I'm going back inside. Are you coming?"

Misty shook her head, "I need to cool the fuck off before I go back in that room," she said, turning to lean over the railing. She listened to the door open and close, trying to breathe past the anger boiling in her chest. How can someone be so shallow that a little rejection just burns them up? Has she really never been rejected like that before? Misty frowned at her own thoughts, thinking about all the guys that had come and gone in her life. It was true that she had never even had a kiss because she always made such a fool of herself, she had never gotten through an entire date. Her favorite date was when the guy got up to use the bathroom and left with a tall, slender blonde that had been giving him suggestive looks the entire movie. She took another deep breath, lowering her forehead to her arms on the railing. It hurt to think about it and her eyes burned from the memories.

"Misty, is everything okay?"

She took a deep breath and stood straight, giving Sirius a strained smile, "yep. Everything's fine. Absolutally perfect," she said, turning her eyes down to the railing as she picked at a few splinters of wood.

He leaned on the railing next to where she was picking at and gave her a sad smile, "you don't look fine. What's wrong?"

Misty snorted, glaring at him for a second before sighing and leaning against the railing, "I don't understand how Kestrel can be so upset over one rejection," she said, looking at the house across from the inn.

Sirius gave her a small half smile before looking across the road as well, "maybe she's not use to it and it's a shock to her."

Misty snorted, "I don't give a fuck. She's not the only person ever that's been rejected. Some people even live with it every day," she growled, tapping her toe on the porch boards.

Sirius leaned forward more to look at her face, "do you?"

Misty took a deep breath and licked her lips, nodding because saying it outloud hurt more.

Sirius leaned against her, wrapping his big arm around her and pulling her against his side, making her blink in surprise as she slowly looked up at him, "I would never reject you, princess," he said, giving her that good ol' boy grin.

She actually smiled back, leaning her head against his shoulder, taking in his warmth in the cool night air. She took a deep breath, taking in the freshness of the mountain air along with the scent of steel, wood and the musky scent of man. She closed her eyes, feeling at ease as Sirius held her. She could almost fall asleep on her feet right there, but she knew she shouldn't. She cleared her throat, moving to step away from him so she could go inside, "we better get to bed," she said, giving a surprised squeak as he leaned down, slipping his arm behind her knees and lifted her from the ground. "Sirius!"

He chuckled as she slapped his hard, muscled chest, "you make funny sounds when people surprise you."

Misty snorted, glaring at him as he moved toward the door, "I can walk just fine, you ape. Put me down," she growled, kicking her feet.

Sirius laughed as he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open with his shoulder, "but I wanted to put you to bed."

Misty felt her cheeks heat up, even knowing he literally meant putting her in bed, the images of Sirius laying on a bear skin covered bed wearing nothing but the skins themselves made it hard to breathe. Gods why? "Si, put me down please," she said, glad that her voice was steady.

Sirius sighed, lowering her feet to the ground, "as you wish, your highness."

Misty rolled her eyes, as she started for the girl's room. She paused, turning back to look at Sirius as he started for the men's room, "hey, Si." He paused to look back at her. "Thanks for listening."

He gave her a smile and a nod, "any time, Misty."


Misty ducked under a wild swing of a battleaxe with a yelp, twisting as she brought her sword up to block the next attack. He brought his battleaxe down, jarring her arms as the sword fell away. "FUCK!" she screamed, falling back as the battleaxe came down between her feet. She turned, scrambling to her feet as he broke the axe free of the stone and started to raise it again. The bandit suddenly caught fire, screaming like a mad man as he tried to put himself out before Hawke's blade cut through him, killing him instantly. Misty took several deep breaths, leaning forward on her knees as she wrinkled her nose at the smell of burning flesh. Her eyes moved to Taliesin, who gave the dead bandit's foot a tap, making sure he was dead before looking up at her.

"You alright, Misty?" the high elf asked, getting a nod from the woman as she stood.

"Yeah, thanks for that," she said, taking her sword from Riordan's hand before sliding it back into it's sheath, "well, now that all that's done with, on to Whiterun!"


They entered the city, frowning at the sight of the Companions fighting off some heavily armored men and women. Several guards lay dead on the ground as Misty looked up, watching Vilkas stumble back as a large orc brought his warhammer down on his shield. Misty jerked the bow off her back and nocked an arrow before aiming at the Orc. Time slowed, as it seemed to when she took a deep breath, giving her the right timing as the orc raised his hammer.

"You die here werewolf scum!" he roared, bringing the hammer down at Misty released the arrow, hitting him in the temple. The orc dropped his hammer as he fell, and it clattered against Vilkas's shield.

She moved forward with her group, standing a little ways from Vilkas as he stiffly got to his feet, looking at her with narrowed eyes. "Kodlak and Skjor are dead, aren't they?" she asked, looking more tired than angry or sad.

He stood straight, giving her a nod, "you were right...about everything," he said, looking down at the ground, sadly, "we...should have listened to you when you told us all that information." He looked back up at her, his silver blue eyes apologetic, "I am sorry."

"You should be sorry," Wolfe growled, stepping up beside her with angry eyes, "she warned you and your pack and you chose to ignore it."

Misty glanced at him, putting her hand on his arm as he started to move forward, "Wolfe, cool it," she growled, getting a growl of warning from the man, causing her to blink in surprise.

Wolfe closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calming himself before looking back at Vilkas, "sorry," he muttered, still glaring at the man as Misty moved toward him.

"Vilkas, where's Kodlak's body?" she asked, turning his attention down to her.

"It's in the main hall of Jorrvaskr," he said, looking down at the orc silver hand member with a sneer, "damned silver hand bastards." He gave the orc's head a kick, baring his teeth at the giant Orsimer.

Misty took his arm as she moved up the steps to the gildergreen, getting a grunt of surprise from the nord at being pulled off balance, "first is to take care of Kodlak's body, then we'll get revenge," she said, her voice sounding angry.


(Kodlak's Funeral and Song. I put this together a little while ago. Follow the link to watch) 

Misty stood at Kodlak's funeral, watching the men on the piar as Aela started the ceremony.

"Before the ancient flame," she said.

"We grieve," Misty said along with the Companions.

"At this loss," Eorlund said.

"We weep," Misty said, lowering her eyes to her phone in her hand.

"For the fallen," Vilkas said.

"We shout," Misty said, feeling the tears trail down her cheeks. They wouldn't listen to me and now, Kodlak and Skjor are both dead, she thought, sniffling as said the next line.

"And for ourselves," Farkas said.

"We take our leave," Misty said, taking a deep breath as she watched Aela move forward to light the piar. Her throat was starting to swell as she choked back a sob.

"His spirit has departed. Members of the Circle, let us withdrawl to the Underforge to grieve our last together," Aela said, getting nods from Vilkas and Farkas...the last members of the circle, as they started for the stairs.

Misty moved close to the piar, closing her eyes against the heat for a moment before licking her lips and looking down at her phone. She wanted to do something she hadn't done in a long time, after being booed off the stage as a child for trying to sing phantom of the oprea. She took a deep breath, licking her lips again as she looked at Kodlak's slowly burning body and pressed play on her music player app, starting the music to The Prayer, which she thought was the most appropriate. She took a deep breath, ignoring her friends and everything around her as she started to sing, closing her eyes to help herself stay focused.


Farkas stopped halfway down the steps, hearing the sound of someone singing and the strange, beautiful music that accompanied it. He turned back, slowly moving back up the steps to blink at the strange woman standing at the forge, singing to Kodlak's burning corpse. He glanced at his brother, who had come up the steps behind him, giving the woman surprised eyes before glancing at the woman's companions, who looked as stunned as they did. They watched her sing the strange song, thinking that Kodlak would be smiling down at this outsider for singing to him. Vilkas frowned, remembering that Kodlak's last wish was to be cured of his lycanthropy. His eyes moved to the corpse, now half burnt to ash, now he'll never have his wish. I'm sorry, old man. I tried my best.


Misty took a deep breath, wiping the tears from her cheeks as she turned, blinking in surprise at the brothers standing near the top of the stairs, watching her. She swallowed as Farkas moved forward, looking large and slightly intimidating. She almost breathed a sigh of relief when Riordan stepped in his way, folding his large arms over his massive chest as he glared down at Farkas. Misty moved forward, putting her hand on Riordan's arm to move him aside, "it's alright, Rio," she said, reassuringly as she stood before Farkas. His silver blue eyes stared down at her, as if he wasn't sure what to make of her.

He blinked down at the amulet of Mara around her neck and tilted his head slightly, "an amulet of Mara..."

She cut him off with a frown and a tongue click as she folded her arms over her chest, "if you say 'you're looking for marriage then', I will sock you in that pretty face of yours," she growled, getting a surprised blink from the large man.

Vilkas chuckled, moving up to stand beside his brother, "you'll have to excuse my brother. What he lacks in tact he makes up for in strength and stubbornness," he said, getting an annoyed eyeroll from Misty, "I remember you said that you could cure Kodlak of his lycanthropy, even after his death. Is that true?"

Misty nodded, "we'll have to take the heads of the Glenmoril Witches. They should be in the Glenmoril Coven south west of here," she said, getting a raised eyebrow from Vilkas.
"How can you be so sure?" Farkas asked, folding his large arms over his larger chest.

"Because her visions are never wrong," Sirius said, wrapping his arm around her neck in a hug, "and when she is wrong, it's not a bad thing."

Misty clicked her tongue, roughly throwing Sirius's arm off her, "get the fuck outta here with that shit," she said, giving him a shove as he chuckled.

"You have visions?" Vilkas asked, tilting his head as he looked at her with curious eyes.

Misty shook her head, "no, I don't, but that's a long story I'd rather not get into right now. Just know that I've dealt with this situation before and know exactly what to do," she said, nodding toward the stairs leading down from the forge, "if you want to head out with us tomorrow morning, we'll be at the Bannered Mare and we're not taking the carriage." She rolled her eyes at the groan she got from Taliesin, Inigo and Sirius.

"Why not?" Sirius grumbled, slouching slightly.

"I do not think my legs could handle too much walking," Inigo said with a sigh.

"I don't think I'll live another day if we have to climb anymore mountains," Taliesin muttered, frowning at the woman with narrowed jade eyes, "we're not going to be, are we?"

Misty shook her head, "no, we won't be," she turned back to the two Companions, putting her arms out in a jesture for a hug.

"No I do not think..." Vilkas started, only to pause at the annoyed look the woman gave him. He jolted at the backhanded slap on the chest Farkas gave him.

"Don't be so stiff, brother. It's just a hug. You remember those, right?" Farkas said, getting a grin from the woman as he hugged her. He was slightly surprised at the strength behind the hug and the scent coming off of her. Like a breeze from the tundra around Whiterun. So soft and subtle he couldn't help but turn his face into her neck, inhaling. It wasn't like he was use to. Gods knew that most of the women that he attracked either smelled of steel and blood, or manure and cabbage. Or course, there was that scholar that had been passing through Whiterun a few months ago, but that was a one time thing. Especially since she had been gone before he woke the next morning. When the woman started to pull away from him, he wanted nothing more than to hold her close for much longer, but knew better than to. She turned to Vilkas, surprising him when she beckened him to lean down to her with a crooked finger. He furrowed his brow, giving Farkas an unsure glance before leaning down to her. He grunted and almost raised up when she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a tight, around the neck hug.

"It's not your fault, Vilkas. I would have thought I was crazy too, if I were you. You couldn't have known for sure Kodlak would die like this," she said, against his hair, tugging on something attached to his heart that almost made him gasp. She turned her face into his shoulder length dark hair and smiled, "Kodlak would be proud of you and how strong you've become."

His arms slowly wrapped around her waist, hugging her tight against his chest as he closed his eyes and buried his face in the base of her neck. His eyes burned with unshed tears that he tried to blink back and failed. He stifled a sob, holding the strange woman tightly against his body as she cooed calming whispers in his hair. Wasn't he just thinking that it was his fault? That he could have, somehow, protected Kodlak from the Silver Hand? He sniffled against her shoulder before sliding his head down to rest his forehead against her neck. He slowly opened his eyes, looking at the amulet of Mara around her neck as it seemed to sparkle up at him in the moonlight. Maybe she's an agent of Mara, he thought, licking his lips as he stared at the amulet. He took a deep breath, calming himself enough to release the woman and stand straight. He looked down at the woman as she looked up at him with concerned green eyes, giving her a smile in thanks. "I would like to travel with you to help cure Kodlak of lycanthropy, if you will have me."

Misty gave him a smile and a nod, "of course. Wouldn't have it any other way."

"I'll go to. It wouldn't do for me to let my brother have an adventure without me, would it?" Farkas said, getting a laugh from the woman.

"Admit it. You just don't want him to kill more things than you," she said, getting a laugh from the large nord.

"That too," he said, looking at Wolfe as he scowled at them. "Your friend doesn't seem to want us along."

Misty glanced at Wolfe before rolling her eyes, "he's an ass. Ignore him."

Wolfe clicked his tongue, moving forward to grab her arm and pull her back.

"Wolfe, what the fuck?" she growled, getting a glare from the man.

"They didn't believe you and their leader was murdered for it. We shouldn't be helping them with anything," he snarled, giving Vilkas and Farkas a glare, "let them wallow in their own misery."

Misty jerked her arm free and glared at him, "okay, first," she pointed at her arm, "ow. Second, you aren't the fucking boss of me, Wolfe, and if I want to help the Companions cure Kodlak of Lycanthropy so he can be in sovngarde, then I'm going to fucking do it and if you don't like it, you can take a long walk off a short pier and don't forget to pack your pet rocks," she growled, leaving them glaring at one another.

"Why don't we sleep on this?" Hawke suggested, getting a snort from Wolfe.

"I say no," Wolfe growled, giving Mist a glare, "and I'm not going to change my mind about it."

"Then you can stay here," she growled back, getting a tongue click from the man before he started for the stairs.

"Maybe I will," he snapped, pausing only to give Vilkas and Farkas a glare before heading down the steps.

Hawke sighed, running his hand through his hair, "I'll talk to him and get him to change his mind," he said, giving Misty a gentle pat on the shoulder before moving to follow Wolfe down the stairs.

Taliesin frowned, magic sparkling in his hand, "I could change his mind," he muttered, getting an elbow in the chest from Isengrim.

"Not willingly," the nord woman said, glaring at him as he shrugged.

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The next morning, they all stood outside of the Whiterun stable, waiting on everyone to arrive. Misty frowned as Hawke moved down the path toward them, "where the fuck is Wolfe?" she asked a little more harshly then intended.

Hawke shook his head, "I couldn't convince him to come with us," he said, moving past her as she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Fine," she growled, turning to stalk along behind him, "if he thinks that not coming along is going to make me feel bad, he's got another fucking thing coming. That jackass can suck my fucking dick if he thinks I'm going to ask him to come along. He's acting like a goddamned child, is what the fuck he's doing."

Vilkas gave the fuming woman ahead of them a raised eyebrow as he moved to catch up to the nord and elven warriors, "she seems a little upset," Vilkad said getting a chuckle from the high elf warrior.

"You could say that," Riordan said, watching as she turned to poke Hawke in the chest plate before waving her arms wildly around her head before turning to march along the road.

"Although, she does seem a little angrier than I would have thought she'd be," Sirius said, giving a shrug, "she'll get over it..." She shouted, sending several barrels tumbling across the road and out onto the tundra. "Or not."

The two other women in the group moved forward giving Hawke a casual wave off as they took the strange woman off the road a little ways, talking in hushed tones.

Vilkas watched the women talking, folding his arms as he stopped with the rest of them. Farkas stepped up beside his brother, watching as the woman screamed before dropping to a crouch and beating her fists against the ground, hollering insults about the man that chose not to go with them. The brothers exchanged a glance before turning back to the woman as the strangely colored cat went to the women.

"I'm starting to wonder what we've gotten ourselves into," Vilkas said, getting a nod from Farkas.


Misty gave Inigo a glare as he approached, giving her an unsure smile, "what?" she snarled, sitting on the ground.

"If you would like, I could go try to talk some sense into Wolfe," Inigo offered, getting a snort and a glare from the woman.

"You can tell him to go fuck himself, that's what you can do," she growled, roughly folding her arms over her chest.

Inigo sighed and scratched the back of his head, "I guess I could do that," he said, turning and starting back toward the town, "I will catch up eventually, my friend."

Misty frowned at him as he walked away and shook her head, "I was kidding but, if you're going, get S'ariq too," she said, getting to her feet and stretching. She took a deep, calming breath and licked her lips, running her hand through her hair and pulling out the hair tie. She fluffed her hair as her, Isengrim and Kestrel made their way back to the road. She looked at the men, standing there waiting for them and sighed, "sorry, guys. I just feel...betrayed? Yeah, that's the word."

Sirius moved forward, wrapping his large arms around her without warning, causing her to squeak in surprise as he lifted her from the ground in a bear hug.

"Goddamnit Sirius. Put me down! I'm not your fucking teddybear!" she growled, trying to wriggle free of the nord as the others laughed at them.


Wolfe gave a sigh as he sat up in the bed, scratching the back of his head as he yawned. A soft sigh behind him turned his attention to the woman still sleeping under the fur blanket. That's right. His mind went back to the night before. Her body writhing under him as he pumped into her over and over, slapping their hips together in a fast rhythm as he grunted and groaned above her, putting his frustrations into every thrust. A strange emotion crept into his chest, tightening his heart as he turned to get out of the bed. If I enjoyed it so much, why do I feel aweful about it? he asked himself as he let out a long sigh and leaned over his knees.

"If you don't like it, you can take a long walk off a short pier..."

Misty's angry face and words echoed in his mind, squeezing his heart once more and making it hard to breathe. I don't like it. They made fun of you and wouldn't believe you when you warned them, his thought paused as he remember what he thought of her and her "visions" at first too, bringing a cruel, sad smile to his face, I guess you're use to it, huh princess? That's what's so appealing about you. You don't care what others think. He smiled at how she stumbled over her words whenever she was flustered or embarassed. And you're cute too.

The bed shifting notified that the woman was awake, even before her slightly rough hand stroked a line down his back. Her hands are softer, he thought, turning to look over his shoulder at the woman.

"Good morning, handsome," the redhead cooed, leaning forward to lay her face against his back, "did you sleep well after our night together?"

Wolfe gave her his most charming smile, stifling that sickening feeling of forcing it as he turned to her, cupping her cheek in his hand. Her face is more round, he thought as he ran his thumb over the woman's cheekbone. "Of course I did, princess," he said, stifling the gag at calling this woman Misty's nickname. I've never had that problem before, he thought, still smiling at her as she nuzzled his hand.

"I had a wonderful time," she said, trailing her finger down his chest, "do you think we'll be able to do it again sometime?"

Wolfe grasped her hand gently in his, lifting her fingers to his lips as he kissed them, "I'm sorry, honey, but this'll have to be a one time thing. You understand," he said, getting a slightly shocked look from the woman before she frowned at him. Being around Misty had taught him what that kind of frown meant and he prepared for the slap he got across his cheek. She hits harder than Misty.

"Get out," the woman spat in his face, glaring harder as he chuckled and got to his feet.

"Take it easy, lady," he said, between chuckles. Gods I miss her don't I? he thought as he pulled his trousers on and gathered up his clothing and armor. The woman stood, shoving him out the door of her two room home and slammed the door shut with a growl. He chuckled to himself as he dropped his armor onto the ground and pulled his shirt over his head, shaking his head as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Wolfe, there you are. I have been looking everywhere for you, my friend," Inigo's voice made him blink as he stood straight.

"Why?" he asked, giving the blue cat a raised eyebrow.

"Misty was worried about you and wanted me to come find you. She doesn't want to have any more of an adventure without you," Inigo said, giving him a smile, "she was so upset, it stopped us in our tracks."

Wolfe blinked at that, furrowing his brow at that, "seriously? She was upset that I didn't come with you guys? That's hard to believe," he said, jerking the leather armor over his head.

"Well, upset is a polite way of saying she got very angry and started shouting at things," Inigo said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Wolfe chuckled, "that sounds about right," he said, bending over to tighten the straps on his shin guards, "so, where is everyone now?"

Inigo shrugged, "we will catch up soon enough. There's someone else we have to get as well, since we are here," he said, turning back toward the market, "but we have to find him first."

Wolfe nodded, "lead the way, friend," he said, getting a grin from the strange cat.


Misty frowned as she kicked a rock into the grass as they walked, sighing as it skipped out of sight. She paused, glancing back toward the western watchtower and Whiterun in the distance. A hand on her shoulder turned her attention up to Riordan, who gave her a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, princess. Inigo will return shortly with Wolfe and S'ariq. I'm sure of it," he said, getting a nod from the woman.

"I know. I just can't help but worry about 'em, you know," she said, keeping her eyes on the ground as she fell into step beside the tall high elf.

"I understand," Riordan said with a nod.

Misty's eyes glanced at Kestrel, who was walking ahead with Hawke and Taliesin, frowning as the dark elf gave a forced laugh at something Taliesin said, "there's no fucking way whatever he said was that funny," she muttered, narrowing her eyes at the woman.

"Hmm?" Sirius asked, leaning forward to look at Misty, "you say something?"

Misty shook her head, "it's nothing. Just thinking out loud," she said with a shrug before glancing back at the Companions. Kieron had opted to walk back with them, talking to Vilkas and Farkas, probably about the group they now traveled with. "You guys gunna walk at the back of the pack all day or you wanna walk with some..." she paused, glancing at Sirius and then ahead to the others, "nevermind. Y'all are better away from the rest of us. It's saner that way."

Sirius laughed as Riordan chuckled, bringing the leaders' attention back toward them.

"What are we laughing at?" Taliesin asked, tactfully avoiding Kestrel's hand as she tried to grab hold of his arm and letting Misty, Sirius and Riordan catch up to him.
Misty shrugged, "if you wanted to know, you should have been walking back here with us," she said, getting a snort from the mage. She chuckled, giving him a nudge with her hand before looking up at the bright blue sky. "It's so nice today," she said, stretching before a thought occured to her, "how about some music to get this party moving a little faster?"

"Sounds good!" Sirius said, grinning at her as she pulled her phone from her satchel.

"Are you going to sing again?" Riordan asked, giving her pause as she glanced at him.

Misty shook her head, "no," she said, scrolling through the songs. I don't want to play something that'll scare them, but then again, they kill people so...

"I'd like to hear you sing again, Lass," Kieron's voice was right next to her ear, making her give a yelp as she danced away from him.

Her cheeks already bright red as she turned to glare at the sexy, scottish nord, "fucker," she growled, glaring at him as he folded his arms over his large chest grinning at her.

"What song have you chosen?" Hawke asked, bringing her attention back from the sexy Companion to her phone.

"Right...um..." she hummed, turning back to face forward on the road as she randomly picked. (Miracle - Cascada. I was actually listening to this when I was writing this so, that's why)

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Misty crouched behind a corner, trying to still the rapid beating of her heart as she slowly leaned out around the stone to look at the bandits. She inhaled at the sight of two men, talking to one another before she leaned back to put her head back against the wall. She glanced at Vilkas, Hawke and Taliesin, realizing that the only people in their group that had any ranged attacks were her and Taliesin.

"How many are there?" Hawke asked, leaing in close so she could hear his whisper.

Misty held up two fingers, getting a nod from the men as Taliesin stood and moved out around them, "Taliesin," she hissed, glaring at him as he walked around the corner.

"Hey! Who are you? What in oblivion are you doing here?" one of the men asked, getting a sigh from the high elf.

"I was looking for your leader but I think I took a wrong turn somewhere," Taliesin's voice was convincing.

Misty leaned out around the corner, watching as he touched one of the men, getting a blank stare from the man as he agreed with everything Taliesin said. She slowly rose, after getting a nod from the high elf, moving cautiously around the corner with Hawke and Vilkas. The bandits gave them empty looks as they moved to stand in front of them.

Vilkas shivered at the sight of the willess men in front of them, "this is why people don't trust magic," he said, watching Hawke wave his hands in front of the bandit.

Misty chuckled, "where are the templars? They'll take him to the circle for this blood magic!" she hollered, getting a shush from the three men as she giggled quietly.

"The problem is, it doesn't last long," Taliesin said, heading down the hallway toward a door at the bottom of the stairs, "let's go before they wake up."

Misty followed, still giggling under her breath at her own joke.


Vilkas slashed at the bandit, frowning at the bandit leader as he jolted from something hitting his back. He glanced over his shoulder, furrowing his brow at the woman as she pushed back against his back.

"Wuld!" she shouted, creating a rush of air before she appeared on the other side of the bandit she was fighting, slashing across his arm as he lifted his warhammer, causing him to instantly drop it.

He turned in time to watch Hawke block an incoming attack with his shield, grunting from the impact.

"You realize we're in the middle of a fight, right?" Hawke asked, giving Vilkas a smirk over his shoulder.

Vilkas smirked back, moving around Hawke and the man to slash through his spine, "I was just giving you a chance to get one," he said, getting an eye roll from the imperial.
Hawke looked back at Misty as she thrust her sword up and into the man, gritting her teeth agaist the blood spraying her in the face. She jerked her sword out of the man's giving a loud holler at the dead bandit before trying to wipe the blood from her face...with bloody hands.

"You don't look half bad with blood on your face," Vilkas said, grinning at the glare the woman gave him.

She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, giving a start when a loud shout echoed through the room, "fuck," she hissed, turning to face the new group of bandits that entered the room.

Several of them triggered Taliesin's trap spell, shooting fire up and out, setting several caught in the blast a flame. Her eyes widened at the wave of bandits that followed, not hesitating to attack them. Misty blocked the first attack, grunting at the power behind it as the sound of metal on metal sounded around her. She jumped back, narrowly avoiding a nord's battleaxe as she moved back to put her back against the wall.

"Taliesin, Hawke, Vilkas, get behind me," she hollered, getting a nod from Taliesin and Hawke as they finished off their opponent before moving to stand behind her.

Vilkas scoffed, furrowing his brow at Hawke as the imperial grabbed his arm.

"Trust her," Hawke said, blocking an attack as Vilkas clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Why? What's she going to do?" Vilkas asked, his eyes widening as Misty took a deep breath.

Hawke growled, "too late," he said, tackling Vilkas to the ground as Misty released unrelenting force.

"FUS RO!" she shouted, sending the bandits surrounding them, tumbling and flying backwards to land hard against the wall, knocking most of the bandits unconscious.

Vilkas and Hawke lifted their heads, glancing at Misty as she glared at the doorway.

"It's the dragonborn!" they heard one of the bandits hollered, widening Misty's eyes as another wave of bandits rushed into the room.

"Damn it," she growled, looking around for an exit, "there's usually a door that leads out of these places."

Taliesin threw out a fireball, lighting a few on fire as Hawke blocked an attack before cutting a bandit down.

"There is no door," the high elf growled, throwing up a barrier as an ice spike flew toward them.

Misty yelped, covering her head in a shocked reaction as lightening ripped through the room, electrocuting some of the bandits as well as Vilkas. "Shit, Vilkas," she hollered, moving around to block a dagger attack from a dark elf.

Vilkas snarled, rising to his feet as he glared at the bandit's with golden wolf eyes, "that's it. You pick the wrong nord," he growled, his body stretching and twisting as his armor groaned against the growing of his body.

Misty's eyes widened as she watched him grow in height and gurth, completely stunned and horrified by the scene. Transforming as a werewolf in skyrim is just a bunch of growling, shaking and a nifty animation, but this. This was scarey and grotesque. His face elongated, creating a snout where his mouth and nose was. Vilkas stood tall, letting loose a loud roar at several of the bandits, who stared at him with as much fear as she probably showed.

"WEREWOLF!" one of the bandits shouted, trying to rush away until Vilkas backhanded the man, knocking him hard against a beam.

Vilkas gave another roar before jumping into the frey, his claws slashing through bandit after bandit. Hawke gave the wild werewolf a fearful look before glancing back at Misty.

"So, that's the Companions' secret?" Taliesin asked, wincing as Vilkas ripped a bandit's head from his jaw.

Misty swallowed and gave a small nod, "uh huh," she said, her voice high as Vilkas lifted a man from the floor and threw him at another. Akatosh's sweet ballsack he's brutal, she thought.

She blinked out of her fearful thoughts, catching sight of a wood elf firing an arrow, hitting Vilkas in the side. His roar ripped through the room, bringing his animal rage to the small elf as he lept at him, raking his claws over the man's face and chest until he gurgled his death. She rushed forward as an imperial brought his great sword up to hit Vilkas across the back. She raised her sword, blocking the attack and jarring her arm.

"Fuck," she growled, stumbling back against the werewolf Vilkas.

Vilkas growled at her, getting a small whimper from the woman before he raised his hand, catching the great sword with his palm as he looked down at her with angry golden eyes, "move," he growled between his sharp canine teeth.

Misty nodded vigorously, jolting into action when a couple drops of blood dripped onto her face. She turned, rushing back toward Taliesin and Hawke.

"There's too many of them," Hawke growled, blocking an attack as Misty ran past him.

Taliesin huffed, trying to create another fireball before it disappated in his palm and he collapsed, "I don't think I can fight much longer," he said, wrapping his arm around Misty's neck as she slid her arm around his waist to help keep him on his feet, "my magic is almost gone."

Misty nodded, watching Hawke as he stumbled back from an attack, looking tired as well.

"They have to end eventually," Hawke huffed, holding his sword at the ready despite the sweat on his brow.

Vilkas flew through the air, landing hard against the wall as he gave a growling groan and sat up.

"You alright wolfie?" she asked, giving a nervous laugh as he growled at her, baring his sharp wolf teeth at her.

"What are we going to do?" Taliesin asked, getting a head shake from Hawke.

"I don't know," Hawke said, helping Vilkas to his feet.

A loud hissing snarl echoed in from the hallway as three men fell back with arrows in their forehead. Another hissing snarl sounded as a black khajiit tackled a bandit to the floor, beating the man's head into the floor. A bandit rushed them, bringing his warhammer up before stiffening and toppling to the floor with a steel dagger in the back of his head. Misty's eyes widened at the imperial in leather as he moved to retrieve his dagger, flipping it around a couple of times as he grinned at them.

"Miss me princess?" Wolfe said, grinning at the woman as she held Taliesin up on his feet.

"Wolfe," she whispered, relieved tears starting to stream down her cheeks as she looked at the blue khajiit, firing arrow after arrow at the bandits coming down the hallway while S'ariq's blades ripped through the bandits still in the room.

"We better go, my friends. I cannot keep this up forever," Inigo said, getting a nod from Hawke.

Hawke moved to Taliesin's other side, wrapping the man's arm around his own neck before helping Misty carry him toward the door, "lead on, Inigo."


Taliesin sighed as Misty and Hawke helped him sit against the forts wall, letting his head fall back against the stone. Hawke knelt beside him with his hand on the high elf's shoulder, getting a strained smile from the man. "I'm fine."

Misty nodded, taking a deep breath as she turned and walked toward Wolfe, glaring and frowning at him as he gave her a grin. She threw her arm out, spinning in place as her fist only caught air while the man she aimed at moved around her, chuckling. She turned, taking another swing at him as he ducked her arm, rushing in to wrap his arms around her and lift her from the ground in a hug. She beat her fists against his shoulders as he buried his face in her neck, smiling as he inhaled her scent.

Yeah, I missed this, he thought, nuzzling her neck as the beating against his armor slowed.

Misty slipped her arms around his neck, burying her face against the rough leather as she sobbed, "what took you so long?" she breathed against his armor.

Wolfe chuckled, stroking her hair as he held her, "sorry, princess. It took a little while to find the black cat," he said, turning his face into her hair, "can you forgive me?"

Misty sniffled, leaning back as she wiped her nose with the heel of her hand, "I guess," she said, giving him a slap that was more of a push than a slap.

He gave her a slow blink, smiling at her as he brushed his fingers through a few strands of hair that had gotten loose from her ponytail, "I missed you," he whispered, smiling wider at the red spreading across her cheeks.

She snorted, folding her arms over her chest as he set her back down on the ground, "you're an ass," she growled, getting a chuckle as he leaned forward, planting a kiss on her forehead before turning to walk back to Hawke and Taliesin. She touched where Wolfe's lips had touched, feeling a small smile spread over her lips. She felt light as a feather as the others made their way out of the fort, giving Taliesin, Misty and Vilkas, wearing only a cloak around his waist, a raised eyebrow.

"What happened?" Kieron asked, furrowing his brow at the group.

"Looks like we missed a fantastic fight," Farkas said, lifting a few strands of Misty's hair from her shoulder. Misty blinked up at him as he gave her a wink, widening her eyes before she looked away and blushed, suddenly wishing she had a wash cloth to clean herself up.

"We were surrounded and would have died if it wasn't for these three," Hawke said, nodding toward Wolfe, Inigo and S'ariq.

"If there is more fighting to be done, this one is willing to come along," S'ariq said, sliding his sword back into it's sheath.

Misty nodded as Sirius gave the black khajiit a grin, "we're going to fight so many dragons, right?" he asked, giving Misty a shove that caused her to stumble a couple of paces.
"Damn, Si. Knock me off my feet, why don't you?" Misty growled, glaring at the laughing nord.

"It would be better if he swept you off your feet, right?" Isengrim asked, getting a giggle from Kestrel.

"I'd let him swept me off anything," Kestrel giggled, giving Sirius a wink.

He gave her a nervous grin before glancing around, as if he wasn't sure how to take that as the others chuckled at his discomfort.

"Or on anything," Isengrim said, getting another round of giggles from the dark elf.

Sirius nervously rubbed the back of his head before hefting a sack of things onto his shoulder, "should we go?" he asked, starting toward Solitude.

Misty rolled her eyes, "wrong way, Sirius!"

He snorted, turning and walking the other way past them, "I knew that," he said, getting a chuckle from the group as they headed toward Falkreath.

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Misty leaned over the boiling pot, taking in the scent of cooking meat, vegetables and broth as she stirred it. She watched the liquid around the elk bubble as she smiled down at the pot.

"Smells delicious," Taliesin hummed as he sat down on one of the logs Wolfe had drug over.

Misty nodded, humming Mr. Sandman as she lifted the spoon from the pot with a piece of venison in the ladel. She blew on it, trying to cool it off as she caught Kestrel's arm, "wait a sec," she said, holding the spoon out to the dunmer, "taste."

Kestrel gave her a raised eyebrow before taking the bite, Mmming at the taste of venison, leek, wild onion and carrot, "that's delicious," Kestrel said, giving Misty a smile as Isengrim brought bowls and spoons to Misty, helping pass out the portions to the men.

Misty took Farkas and Vilkas's portions to them as they sat off in their own, slightly distant from the rest of the camp. She watched Vilkas wince, giving his brother a growl of warning.

"Watch it, meat head," Vilkas said, getting a snort from the larger man.

"You know I can't do this," Farkas growled back, tightening a bandage a little too tightly, getting another wince and growl from Vilkas.

Farkas snorted, releasing the bandages to fall loosely around Vilkas's torso, "if you want to be bandaged, you do it," he growled at his brother as he got to his feet.

Misty blinked at the man, holding the bowl out to him, giving him pause.

"Maybe you can fix him up better," he said, shooting Vilkas a glare before he turned and headed for the fire where the others had gathered.

Misty sighed, shaking her head as she went to Vilkas, leaning over to look at him as he tried to wrap the bandage around himself, "I guess siblings fight no matter where they're from, huh?"

Vilkas grunted, wincing as he tightened the bandage a little too tight.

Misty rolled her eyes, kneeling in front of him and holding the bowl out to him, getting a narrowed eye glare from the nord. "Take the stew," she said, taking his uninjured hand and putting the bowl in it, "and don't bite me."

Vilkas rolled his silver blue eyes, "you think you're cute, don't you?" he asked, his mouth watering at the smell of the stew.

Misty shrugged, taking the ends of the bandages and unwrapping them from his body...his hot, solid muscled body... Stay focused Misty, she told herself, swallowing her hormones as she frowned at the wounds on his sides and chest and stomach. "Holy fuck," she said, shaking her head as she gathered fresher bandages from the pack by his hip, "doesn't that hurt?"

Vilkas shrugged, taking a few large bites of the stew, surprised that it tasted wonderful, "not really. This is really good. What's in it?" he asked, glancing at the strange woman as she rolled up the bandages.

"Just venison, carrot, onion and leek in some water," she said, putting the rolled bandage on her knee as she pulled the bucket of warm water toward her. She furrowed her brow at the already pink liquid, shaking her head as she poured it out, "I'm going to get more water to clean those wounds. Don't do too much moving, please. I don't want you to get any worse, and don't give me that 'I'm a nord warrior' bull shit. Hurt is hurt." She stood, handing him the bandages and taking the bucket with her as she went to the stream that ran past the camp.

Vilkas watched her for a moment as she knelt by the river, scooping water into the wooden bucket. She brushed her hair away from her face as she stood, stretching for a second before picking up the bucket and carrying it to the fire. He licked the stew from his lips, watching the strange woman as she poured the water into a pot and setting it on the fire. She's strange, he thought, his eyes moving to the group of people sitting around the fire, but she seems to have gathered quit a group of followers. I wonder what draws them to her so. He watched the woman glance around the group, seeming to preceive something before dishing out another bowl and walking to Farkas. He watched his brother hesitate before taking the bowl with a shy nod and a muttered thank you, getting a smile from the woman.

"Don't worry about eating too much, we've got plenty," she said, giving Sirius a laugh as he shot to his feet and rushed to the pot to dish himself out more.

"In that case," Hawke said, getting to his feet to get more as well. He paused, giving the woman a half hug before moving to serve himself more stew.

She looked a little flushed as she went back to the pot of boiling water, using a folded up cloth to pull it from the fire and carry it back toward him. She set it down far enough away that he couldn't reach it with his foot if he stretched out fully. She paused for a moment, glancing at his empty bowl as she held her hand out, "do you want more, Vilkas?" she asked, getting a head shake from the man.

"Maybe later," he said, setting the bowl down on the ground beside him as he sat straight, watching her dip the cloth in the hot water, hissing at the heat as she wrung it out.

"God that's hot," she hissed, shaking her hands to cool them before turning to Vilkas and leaning forward, gently wiping the dried blood and dirt from his wound.

He winced slightly, more from a reaction of having his brother try to clean his wounds than her touching them. He was surprised at how gentle she was with cleaning his wounds.

"Sorry. Did I press too hard," she said, pulling her hand back as she looked up at him with concerned green eyes that flickered with firelight.

"No, it's fine," he said, having a hard time looking away from the flickering fire.

She gave him a relieved smile and nodded, "good. I've never cleaned wounds before and was worried I might hurt you," she said, gently cleaning the dirt from the wound.

He gave her a gentle smile, "I would have never guessed," he said, getting a glance from the woman before she looked back down at his wounds, her eyes concentrated as a red tint appeared on her cheeks. He tilted his head, watching her hair shine with a redish hue as she cleaned his wound.

She leaned back, stretching her aching back for a second before glancing at Vilkas's hand as he held the bandages out to her. She gave him a smile, taking the bandages from his hand before pulling some out of the roll before leaning forward to start to wrap the bandages around his torso. She tried to stifle the blush that spread over her nose and cheeks, keeping her eyes and mind on what she was doing... sort of. It's hard not to think about the muscled hunk of a man when your arms are around him. She weaved the end of the bandage through the rest of the wrapping, gently placing her hand against the bandage as she glanced over her work. "It's not too tight, is it?" she asked, looking up at Vilkas, who's eyes were locked on her. She felt her cheeks heat up again and nervously tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

"No, it's perfect," he said, getting to his feet and twisting around.

Misty snorted, getting to her feet as she put her hands on his chest to keep him from moving around too much, "you keep doing that and I'll've wrapped you up for no reason."

Vilkas blinked down at the woman, tilting his head, "I need to know if I can still move, should I need to," he said, taking her by the shoulders and moving her back.

Misty snorted, surprising him as she smacked his hands away before thrusting her fist out, hitting him in the wound she had just bandaged.

He grunted, doubling over as he wrapped his arm around his stomach, furrowing his brow at the pain shooting through to his spine, "that's not very nice," he growled, giving the woman a glare as he leaned down to narrow her eyes at him.

"Neither is killing people, but you do that all the time," she said, getting a tongue click from the man as he stiffly stood straight.

"Says the woman who cut down several bandits in that fort," he growled, getting a snort from the woman as she folded her arms over her chest.

"I did that out of survival, not because I got paid for it," she growled back, glaring at him as the heat from the anger she felt started to flow through her.

Vilkas snarled at her, his teeth and eyes becoming wolfish for a second as he leaned over her, trying to intimidate her.

Misty swallowed, forcing herself to remain still and glare at him, even as her heart beat against her ribs, fear overpowering everything else. She tried to push it down, only to jump when Vilkas leaned closer to her, placing his mouth near her ear.

"I can practically taste your fear, little rabbit," he growled in her ear.

She stopped herself from gulping and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself and her fearful heart as she turned her head slightly to put her mouth against his ear, "what kind of nord likes reading over fighting?" It was a stab in the dark, but apparently, it hit.

Vilkas's low warning growl, made her shiver before he stood, sneering down at her, "thank you for the healing, but I wouldn't sleep tonight, if I were you," he growled, heading for the tent he and Farkas had set up.

Misty snorted, "I wouldn't sleep tonight," she muttered mockingly, licking her lips as she watched him enter the tent, her mind suddenly worried. He's probably killed because of less, she thought, suddenly feeling wide awake and afraid to be alone, "maybe I should...see what the others are doing...yeah..."


Misty sat up, hearing some strange movement outside of the tent. She furrowed her brow, taking hold of her sword as she got to her feet. If that son of a bitch thinks he's going to scare me, he's got another fucking thing coming. Won't be so scarey with another cut across his chest, will he? she thought, smirking as she slowly moved out the the tent, holding her sword in front of her. She glanced around the camp site, taking note of the red coals from the fire earlier and the silhouette of Sirius sitting on a log, huddled over with his cloak pulled tight around him. She shivered as a cold wind swept through the camp, wrapping her arms around herself. I should have grabbed my cloak, she thought, narrowing her eyes at the darkness around the camp. A twig snapping turned her around to point her sword at the noise, shaking slightly from the cold and fear. "Vilkas, if that's you, it's not funny," she hissed into the dark, trying not to wake anyone. Another twig snapped to her left, turning her once against toward the noise, "Goddamnit Vilkas. This is creepy, not scarey." She waited, listening to the surroundings for a moment. When the only sounds she could hear was the chirping of crickets she let out a calming breath. Must have been nothing, she thought, turning to go back into the tent as her teeth started to chatter. "I'm fucking freh eh!"

Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth as a large, strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against the hard leather of someone's armor. She struggled, trying to pull the hand from her mouth as the man drug her backwards into the woods, away from the camp as she tried to scream through the man's hand. She brought her elbow back, hitting him hard in the stomach before turning, bringing her fist around to hit the man across the cheek. He ducked, taking hold of her wrist and twisting it behind her back, pushing her arm up at a painful angle, causing her to grit her teeth in pain. The man's breath was hot on her cheek as he spoke, his voice a deep rasp against her ear, "if you scream, sweetheart, by the time they find you, there'll be nothing left but some blood and a few strands of your pretty hair."

Misty's heart beat rapidly in her chest as her breath stopped from fear and she swallowed.

"Nod if you understand," he growled, against her ear.

Misty swallowed and gave him a few short nods, her mind calculating if he was telling the truth or not, but the sudden chill of a blade against her throat told her he was.

"Good girl," he hissed, pushing her forward with his body, "move."

She stumbled slightly, crying out mentally to any gods that would hear her as he pushed her farther away from camp and deeper into the woods, please, help me...somebody.


He pushed her back against a large tree, holding her hands above her head as he buried his face in the nape of her neck, nibbling on her skin roughly. She whimpered, trying to pull her hands free of his grasp as he slid in free hand down her side to her hip and around to her ass. "Nice. I like a woman with a little meat on her bones."

She tried to wriggle away from him, getting a growl of frustration from the bandit as he jerked her away from the tree and turned her, putting her face hard against the rough bark of the oak. She winced at the swirling her mind was doing, furrowing her brow as she tried to push away from the tree, grunting as he pressed her face back against the rough bark, scraping the side of her face. She cried out in pain, kicking her numb feet back to try and get his shins.

"Fiesty. I like that," he growled against her ear, wrapping his hand around her hair as he jerked back and down, causing her to cry out at the pain, "it'll make it that much more pleasurable when I break you." She gave a sob as he ran his tongue up her neck to her ear, biting her earlobe as he reached under her shirt, grabbing her breast through her bra, pulling another sob from her.

"Please, don't," she pleaded, already hating herself for it, but it was the only thing she could think of.

"Aww, what's wrong, princess? Don't know what it's like to be with a real man?" he growled in her ear, slipping his hand under her bra. She gasped, trying to shake his hand off and only getting a chuckle from the slimeball. He pinched her nipple between his finger and thumb, rolling it between his fingers as he kissed behind her ear. "Allow me to show you, princess."

She gave a yelp as he roughly turned her around, pinning her hands above her head as his dagger split her shirt and bra straight up the middle, exposing her to the cold night air. She cried out against the cold as he messaged her breast, taking the nipple of her other breast into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth. She shook her head, trying to fight the gasps that threatened to move this along farther. "Please," she said between whimpers and gasps, "st..stop...please..."

He gave a growl against her breast, his hand starting to move down her stomach to the top of her pants as his mouth worked her breast.

"No...stop!" she cried, trying to kick him as his hand slipped into her pants, "NO!"

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The twang of a bow string sounded a second before the man cried out, falling back and away from her as he gripped his leg. Misty gasped, wrapping her arms around herself to cover her exposed skin as she bent over, shaking and crying. She looked up at the man that entered the small area, sliding the bow back onto his back as he smiled cruelly down at the bandit rolling on the ground.

"That's no way to treat a lady, fella," the man said, pulling his dagger from his belt, "too bad you won't learn that lesson." He dropped down, slicing the blade across the man's neck, silencing his hollers and curses. He stood up, sliding the blade back into the sheath as he looked at Misty, his eyes glancing over her before he moved to kneel in front of her, unclipping his cloak as he did. He draped it over her, giving her a gentle smile as he glanced around, "your camp wouldn't happen to be around here, would it?"

Misty sniffled, "I don't know. He made me walk a ways," she said, shivering as she pulled the cloak tighter around her.

"Do you remember where abouts it was?" he asked, his voice as gentle as the smile he was giving her.

She swallowed, trying to clear her mind as she shivered, now more from the cold than fear, "there was a stream. I cleaned Vilkas's wounds with water from it."

He gave her a nod and turned, still crouched down in front of her, "here, get on. I'll take you back to camp. Unless you want to walk."

She stared at the back of his head, his short white hair brushing against the collar of his armor as he gave her a smile over his shoulder.

"Don't worry, I won't bite," he said, chuckling, "unless you like that."

Misty frowned at the back of his head, "that's not funny," she said, her voice rough with unshed tears.

He sighed, "no, it's not. I'm sorry," he said, turning to face forward, "come on or your feet are going to freeze off."

Misty nodded, suddenly feeling the sharp pins and needles in her feet from the cold. She moved forward, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her from the ground in a piggyback. She furrowed her brow at his grunt, feeling more selfconscious about her weight as he started to carry her through the woods.

"So, come here often?" he asked, getting a scoff from the woman.

"Totally. I always let strange men kidnap me and force me to march barefoot through the cold woods," she said, getting a chuckle from the man.

"Yeah? Me too!" he said, making her chuckle despite feeling dirty. "There's a laugh. I was starting to think you were broken."

Misty snorted, "like hell," she said, lowering her eyes to the ground as he moved forward, "thank you, Niall. I appriciate what you did. If it wasn't for you..."

"Hey, hey, hey. Let's not talk about your strange taste in bandits," he said, getting another chuckle from the woman on his back, "I'd ask how you know my name, but everyone knows my name. I'm kinda famous, you know."

Misty nodded, "I know," she said, glad that she didn't have to explain anything to the bosmer that carried her.

"MISTY!" Hawke's voice was loud and sounded close.

"MIIIISTYYYYY!" Isengrim's call was farther away, but still lous and clear.

"PRINCESS! WHERE ARE YOU!?!" Wolfe's voice sounded annoyed but still concerned.

"Hawke. Isengrim. Wolfe," she said as Niall paused, glancing around the woods.

He listened, instantly dropping to the ground, causing the girl to yelp as an arrow flew over their head, "damn he's good," he muttered, getting back to his feet as a strangely colored khajiit appeared from behind a tree. His bow was drawn and an arrow was nocked, pointed at him.

"I warn you, I will not miss twice," Inigo hissed, glaring past the arrow at the bosmer.

"Wait, Inigo," Misty said from the wood elf's back, waving her hands in front of the bosmer to catch the cat's attention, "he rescued me."

Inigo slowly unaimed his bow, lowering the arrow to the ground as Misty slid from the man's back.

Niall turned, catching her as she stumbled, "careful now. I'd hate to have to rescue you from yourself," he said with a chuckle.

A fireball hit Niall, knocking him to the ground as he tried to put the small fires on his armor out. Misty turned, giving Taliesin a glare as she held the cloak closed. "Taliesin," she growled, kneeling beside Niall to help put out the flames.

"Misty!" Riordan's deep voice brought her attention up as he moved down a hill, drawing his sword as he moved.

Misty snorted, standing and moving to practically stand over Niall to protect him from all other attacks, "look, Niall isn't the one that took me. If he was, wouldn't he be taking me away from the camp?"

Riordan narrowed his eyes at the bosmer before putting his sword away. Taliesin glared from his place several yards away, letting the flames flicker around his fingertips as a cruel smile spread over his lips. He shot a bright flash into the air, lighting up most of the area around them before leading them through the woods to the camp.


It didn't take long before the others showed up, giving Niall glares as he sat on a log across from Misty, his sky blue eyes watching the men and women move around him, like they were just begging for him to do something.

"Where is he?" Wolfe growled, glaring at the scratches on her cheek and temple.

Misty shook her head, "Niall already killed him," she said, giving Kestrel a nod as she gave Misty one of her spare tunics. She got to her feet, stumbling slightly before Hawke caught her.

"Let me help you get to the tent, at least," he said, giving her worrying eyes.

Misty shook her head, "no. I need to do this on my own," she said, giving him a strained smile, "thank you though."

Hawke nodded, glancing at the scratches on her cheek before moving out of the way.


Misty changed into the tunic, grateful for the cloth on her bare skin, but a little upset that she didn't have a bra anymore. I might have to use a bandage to keep my boobs from bouncing around, she thought, smiling at the thought of the female samurai wearing them to bind their chests so men wouldn't know they were women. She took a deep breath, wincing at the residual feeling of the bandit's hand's on her chest and down her pants. She gave a sob, feeling the life drain from her legs as she collapsed, huddling on the ground with her hand over her mouth and her body shaking. Oh God. I feel so...filthy. I don't think I'll feel clean again, she thought, giving another sob, I can't stop feeling him on me.

A hand on her shoulder turned her attention to Isengrim as the nord woman gave her a comforting smile, "it's okay, Misty," she said, pulling Misty into a hug, "it's over."

Misty sobbed and sniffled against Isengrim's chest, as the taller woman stroked her hair, soothing her back from the thoughts of what he would have done if Niall hadn't have shown up when he did. "I still feel him," she sobbed, burying her face against Isengrim's shoulder, "it's so gross."

"I know, honey, I know," Isengrim said, rocking back and forth as she shushed her. She hummed The Age Of Aggression against Misty's hair, calming her slightly as she listened the Isengrim's humming.

Once she calmed down a little, Misty leaned back, wiping her eyes and cheeks as she gave Isengrim a smile, "thanks Izzy. I really appriciate this," she said, getting a smile from the nord woman.

Isengrim lay her hand against Misty's cheek, brushing her thumb under Misty's eye to wipe the remaining tear trail from her cheekbone, creating a fluttering in Misty's stomach. "If you ever need me, I'll be right here," Isengrim said, getting to her feet and leaving the tent.

Misty swallowed, clearing her throat as she got to her feet and left the tent as well.

"Are you alright, my friend?" Inigo asked, his ears laying back on his head as he gave her sad, worrying eyes.

Misty nodded, "I'll be much better after a hot bath or something, but I'll be alright for now," she said, glancing toward Sirius as he moved away from the group to sit behind a rock near the stream. Misty moved to follow, finding the serious look on the usually happy Sirius's face odd. She leaned around the rock before moving to sit beside him, "Sirius? Are you..." she gasped as he wrapped his large arms around her, pulling her into his lap as he held her tight against his chest. "Sirius..."

"I thought I'd never see you again," he said in her hair, his voice choked with a sob, "I thought that...when we did find you..."

Misty's eyes widened against his dark hair as she looked at the back of his head.

"When Kestrel said that you weren't there and was surprised you weren't with one of us..." his arms tightened, almost making it hard to breathe as he turned his face into her hair, "I was supposed to be watching. I should have heard him take you. I should have done something. I was so scared..." He sobbed, nuzzling her neck, "I'm sorry. I'm a nord warrior, I shouldn't be like this. I'm such a milk drinker."

Misty sighed, laying her head against his shoulder as she put her hands against his broad shoulders, "it's okay to cry every once in a while, Sirius," she paused, smiling at the meme that came to mind, "I read something once that said, 'crying doesn't mean that a person is weak, it just means that person has a heart'," she stroked his back, rubbing soothing circles on his back, "you have a big heart, Si. You're strong, sweet, kind and cute to boot. Women would be tripping over themselves to be with you," she chuckled, "besides, anyone who calls you a milk drinker, to me, is saying you have strong bones and really like calcium." He sniffled as he laughed, leaning back to look at her with that smile. She put her hand against his cheek, smiling back, "there's the Si I know and love," she said, tilting her head slightly as she looked at him.

He placed his hand over her's as he closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her soft hands against his face, slightly chilled from the cold. He slowly opened his eyes, looking down into her sparkling green gems that shined with starlight, "you love me?"

Misty's eyes widened, quickly lowering her hands to her lap wringing them as she looked at them as her cheeks flushed, "well....when I said that I didn't mean, I mean I love you as a friend, like a platonic love thing, like I love tarts or a burger...no that's not. What I mean is that I...well..."

"Misty," Sirius's voice was soft, almost a whisper on the wind.



Misty turned her face up to look at him, only to blink in surprise as Sirius caught her lips with his, stunning her. Her breathing stopped as her heart hammered in her chest. A flurry of butterflies kicked up in her stomach, twisting her stomach in a knot as he kissed her. A kiss...this is....a kiss... she thought, trying to remember how to breathe past the feel of his lips on her's.

So soft, Sirius thought, holding her a little tighter in his lap as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss.

She whimpered against his mouth from the sudden pressure, leaning back slightly against his arms.

He broke the kiss, pulling back enough to catch his breath, "sorry. Did I hurt you?" he asked between breaths, blinking in comfusion at the wide eyed deer-in-the-headlights look she was giving him. "Misty, what's wrong?"

Misty dropped her eyes to his chest, concentrating on the straps of his armor before licking her lips, tasting the stew and ale from that night's dinner, "I uh..." she cleared her throat, lowering her chin to her chest and her eyes to her hand laying against his broad chest, "I've...kinda never been kissed...before..."

Sirius blinked at the revelation, feeling him lips curve up in a dopey, proud grin before giving a laugh, "so, I'm your first kiss?" he asked, leaning slightly to the side to try and look at her face as he grinned.

Misty looked toward the stream, her cheeks hot from the blush that had formed there, "yeeeees," she muttered, getting another chuckle from the nord.

He took her chin between his finger and thumb, turning her face back toward him as he gave her a sweet smile, "I'm proud that I'm your first kiss," he said, brushing his knuckles against her cheek.

She groaned, putting her forehead against his chest as he smiled down at her, "it would be easier to deal with if you weren't so damned adorable," she muttered against his armor, getting a chuckle as he hugged her. She took a deep breath and sighed, hugging him back with a smile. My first kiss...and it was Sirius, she thought giving a giddy giggle as she nuzzled him.

"What are you giggling at?" he asked, getting a shrug from the woman.

"My first kiss," she sighed, getting a chuckle from Sirius.

"If it's alright with you, could I kiss you again, sometime?" he asked, sounding a little shy.

Misty leaned back and looked up at him, a little shocked that he would want to kiss her again before giving his unsure expression a smile and nod, "I think I'd like that," she said, getting a boyish grin from him.

He pressed a kiss against her forehead, pulling her against his chest as he draped his cloak over them both, "that doesn't count," he said, getting a chuckle from the woman.

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Sirius gave a groaned as he shifted to sit up from the rock, stiffening at the woman's sigh from against his chest. He blinked, looking down at Misty still asleep against his chest. His lips curved up in a smile as he slid his arms around her, giving her a gentle hug before planting a kiss on the side of her head. She sighed again, lifting her head from his chest, widening his smile as he looked at the ruffled woman. She yawned, stretching as she arched her back, and pulled her hair tie from her hair, fluffing her hair as she looked up at Sirius.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, grinning at the blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Morning," she muttered, turning to get to her feet. She tapped the tip of her foot on the ground, wincing at the tingling running up her shin and calf from her foot, that had fallen asleep, "did you fall asleep before or after me?"

Sirius shrugged, getting to his feet and stretching as he twisted, "after. You being asleep in my lap made it easier to sleep. At least I knew you were safe that way."

Misty looked out over the stream and through the wooded area, smiling at the sunshine warming her face through the trees, "it's a nice day," she said, getting a hummed agreement from the nord.

He glanced toward the fire, where Hawke leaned over a pot, stirring something that smells like pheasant, "looks like breakfast is about ready," he said, taking her hand and leading her toward the camp.

"Si, you don't have to hold my hand," she said, blushing as he gave her a grin, pulling her forward to wrap his arm around her neck.

"I want to," he said, letting his hand slid down her back as they reached the camp fire.

"Sleep well, Lass," Kieron asked with a smile a he turned the pheasant on the make-shift spit.

Misty nodded, taking a seat next to Isengrim, who gave her a smile.

"Good morning," Isengrim said, getting a nod from the smaller woman.

"Morning," she muttered, glancing around for Kestrel, "where's Kestrel? She's usually up already."

Isengrim gave her a chuckle and nodded toward their tent as Niall stepped out from between the flap, yawning and stretching as he scratched the back of his head. Misty's eyes widened as Kestrel moved out from the tent as well, sliding her hand down Niall's arm as she walked past him with a skip in her step. She sat next to Isengrim, beaming like search light at Alkatraz.

"Good morning everyone," Kestrel sang, her smile turning down in a frown as Riordan moved out of the tree line, "well, it WAS a good morning."

Riordan dropped the large elk off to the side of the camp, rolling his head around his shoulders as Farkas and Wolfe appeared from where he had come from. He moved around the camp fire, taking a seat on the other side of Misty as he pulled his boot off, turning it upside down to shake the rocks out.

"Did you trudge through a gravel pit?" Misty asked, getting a shrug from the high elf. She sighed, leaning forward to stare up at him.

He ignored her, pulling his boot back on before moving onto the other one. His eyes slowly moved to the woman, staring at him so intently. He finally sighed, shaking the rocks from his boot, "what is it?"

Misty shrugged, sitting up straight, "just wondering how long it would take before you stopped ignoring my stare," she said, giving him a grin as he rolled his eyes.

"I understand you less the more I'm around you, Princess," Riordan said, pulling his boot back on.

"Not like you try to understand anything," Kestrel growled under her breath.

Isengrim rolled her eyes, giving Kestrel a nudge with her elbow, "be nice Kessy."

Kestrel rolled her eyes as she turned her head away.

"I'm not a princess, Rio. I'm not even a noble," she said, getting a snort from Wolfe as he sat in front of her and leaned back against her legs.

"Only nobles look like you do," he said, laying his head back on her knees to smile up at her.

Misty snorted, narrowing her eyes at him, "you mean fat, right?"

Wolfe rolled his eyes as he sat up, turning enough to pull one of her legs over his shoulder as he leaned back, placing his hand on her shin as he lay his head against the thigh, heating up her cheeks. "Bigger women have more to love," he said, glancing up at her as he ran his hand up her calf.

She swallowed past the driness on her tongue, trying to still the rapid beating of her heart at the heated look he gave her from between her thighs. Oh...My...God....

Taliesin moved around behind the women, sliding his arms around Misty's neck as he hugged her from behind, giving the Imperial a smirk, "I think you're beautiful, Misty," he said, nuzzling her mussed hair as Wolfe glared up at him.

Misty's eyes widened as her entire face heated up, burning red hot as she gave a low, breathy squeak.

"Why don't you get your own dragonborn, Altmer bastard," Wolfe growled, turning enough to glare fully at Taliesin.

"Because I already have one," Taliesin retorted, pulling her back against his chest, "get your own, imperial fuck."

Misty's eyes widened, suddenly feeling trapped between the two men and their rivalery. Her eyes moved up to Hawke, giving him pleading "help me" eyes as he smiled at her. She leaned forward, catching Riordan's eye before mouthing "help me". Riordan sighed, getting to his feet to stand over Wolfe. He waved Taliesin's arm away, getting a tongue click from him before taking Misty under the arms and lifting her up and out from between the two men. She breathed a sigh of relief as he set her down a few paces from the two. She gave Riordan a smile, "thank you, Riordan," she said, turning her attention to Kestrel as the dunmer woman sneered at them.

"Sure, if Misty needs help with something, he jumps, but if I want a little late night company, I get a no," Kestrel growled, glaring between Misty and Kestrel.

Misty furrowed her brow at her friend, "what the hell is wrong with you? He was just helping me out from between a rock and a hard place."

Kestrel clicked her tongue, "you didn't even need to ask him to help you for him to do it."

Misty rolled her eyes, "I mouthed help me, so, yeah, I kind of asked him to help," she said, folding her arms over her chest, "seriously, you've been colder than a skyrim winter. What's up?"

Kestrel rolled her eyes, turning her face away from Misty, "why do you get a yes when I get a no? I mean, seriously!"

Misty blinked at that comment, her emotions shutting down out of reflex to the next wave of comments she knew was coming.

"I mean, look at me!" Kestrel stood, doing a turn as she held her hands out. Her frown deepened as she motioned to Misty, "I'm beautiful and she can hardly put armor on. What makes her so special?"

Riordan moved to stand in front of Misty, as if blocking her line of sight would stop Kestrel's voice as well, "she's got a good heart."

Kestrel clicked her tongue, "so do I!"

"And I respect her," he said, glaring at the dark elf as he stood with his shoulders back and his back straight.

"Why?" Kestrel's question was a whine.

"Because she has respect for herself," he said, stunning Kestrel into silence.

Kestrel blinked at him before snorting and turning to walk toward the stream, stomping over the rocks and dirt as she moved.

Riordan snorted, shaking his head as he walked to the elk that Vilkas was butchering.

"Misty," Hawke's voice pulled her out of shut down state, bringing her eyes out to him, "are you hungry?"

Misty gave him a stiff nod, glancing at Kestrel as Isengrim stood next to her, talking in hushed tones. What did I do wrong?


Kestrel didn't even look at Misty as they made their way to Glenmoril Coven. Misty sighed, lowering her eyes back down to the ground in front of her as she walked.

"Do not worry, Misty. I'm sure Kestrel will come around eventually," Hawke said, trying to reassure her.

Misty nodded, "I hope so," she said, glancing back up at Kestrel, who looked stressed and stiff.

"You could not have known that she would be this upset over something so simple," Hawke said, putting his arm around her shoulder.

Misty rolled her eyes, "that's what girls do, though. They get pissed about simple things that don't mean anything really to anyone else," she lowered her eyes, "I've even done it. I've been so angry about my sister not folding my clothes right that I didn't talk to her for a week."

"Seriously? Over folded clothing?" Wolfe asked, giving her a raised eyebrow.

Misty narrowed her eyes at him, "I showed her how to fold them and she wouldn't do it and it messed up my whole drawer clothing storage system. You're supposed to fold the sleeves in and then fold short ways not half and then half. Stupid cunt," she growled, getting angry about the memories all over again.

Hawke and Wolfe exchanged a glance over her head before laughing.

"It's not funny!" she shrieked, glaring at the two before dropping back to walk with Farkas and Riordan, "I'm not walking with you idiots if you're going to laugh at me."

Riordan and Farkas chuckled at her growl, bringing her glare up to them.

"Don't fucking start with me," she warned, getting another chuckle from the warriors.


Vilkas watched the strange woman's interaction with the others as he and Kieron walked at the back of the group, discussing what they were going to do once they reached Glenmoril Coven. He frowned at something that had been bothering him since she had suggested they head there, folding his arms over his chest as he spoke, "how could she possibly know that's where we need to go?"

Kieron shrugged, "from what I've seen, she hasn't been wrong about much, except for the number of enemies in a fort or watch tower," he said, smiling as she punched Farkas in the arm for laughing at her, giving a yelp before shaking her hand out.

"Fuck man. Why you gotta be made of stone?" she growled, getting a laugh from the two-handed wielder.

"She's very...strange..." Vilkas said, frowning as Farkas gave her a playful shove, sending her hard against the high elf's side.

Farkas blinked in surprise, moving to help her stand straight as she glared at him and swiped her hand at him, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

"She's not very sturdy, is she?" Vilkas commented, glancing back at the black cat that walked behind them. It made him nervous that the khajiit was so distant, but he had helped Taliesin, Hawke, Misty and himself in a pinch, giving Vilkas a small sense of respect for the cat. Then again, the way he held himself screamed dangerous. I'll be sleeping with one eye open with him around, he thought, turning his attention back to the group ahead of them.

"She's not physically, but I have seen that fire in her eyes when she's gotten angry. She's very interesting when she's drunk," Kieron said, smiling toward her as she moved forward to kick the bottom of Wolfe's boot, causing him to stumble forward a couple of steps before she moved back to walk between Farkas and Riordan again, acting as if she hadn't done anything as the imperial glared back at her. "Besides, she's the Dragonborn. I'd say that's sturdy enough."

Vilkas shrugged, "if you say so, but what should matter more is her sword arm, not how loud she can shout."

Kieron glanced at his shield-brother, studying the man for a moment before smirking, "you'll see soon enough," he said, looking ahead of the group toward a cave with goat heads and hagraven totems, "I assume we're almost there."


Misty wrinkled her nose at the stentch of putrid flesh, damp rock and the musk of an animal pin.

"Gods it stinks," Vilkas growled, covering his nose with the back of his hand.

Farkas nodded as he lead the way deeper into the cave, pausing when his foot got wrapped up in a web. A shiver ran down his spine as he leaned against the wall, pulling the thick silk from his boots. "Please tell me there aren't spiders in here," he said, his voice low to keep from alerting any enemies.

Misty swallowed, "fuck, I forgot," she whispered, bringing Farkas's eyes up to her. She put her finger to her nose, "not it."

Farkas followed suit getting a tongue click from his brother as Vilkas rolled his eyes, "fine, I'll take care of them," he growled, pulling his sword as he moved past them.
"I'm sorry, Farkas. I completely forgot about the spiders," she said, gulping as one gave a squeal before falling limply from Vilkas's sword, "I knew I should have brought Inigo with us. He loves killing spiders."

"You don't like spiders either?" Farkas asked, wincing as Vilkas killed another one.

"Fuck no. I can handle the tiny ones, but anything bigger than a quarter is a no no," she said, getting a raised eyebrow from Farkas. "A gold piece. Anything bigger than a gold piece is a big, fat no."

Farkas nodded, turning back to Vilkas as he made his way back to them, frowning and wiping his sword on his thigh.

"Why you two came if you can't handle a simple spider is beyond me," he growled, sliding his sword back into it's sheath.

Misty snorted, "because we have you to handle those, and where I'm from, the biggest spider in the world is The Goliath Bird-Eating Tarantula and that thing is only a foot long, not including it's legspan," she gave a nervous laugh, "only. Never thought I'd say that about spider."

Farkas frowned, rubbing his arm as she talked about the arachnid, "can we please move on. All this talk of spiders is making my skin crawl."

Misty nodded, "right. Let's do this quick before I lose my breakfast," she said, walking into the room where the spiders were killed. She furrowed her brow at the dead, limp things, keeping an eye on them. I hope the witches don't bring them back to life, she thought, gulping as she followed Vilkas and Farkas. She moved past one, giving a shriek as the leg twitched out, hooking on her boot. She tripped, frantically kicking the leg off her boot before scrambling to her feet and running to put Farkas between her and the still dead spider. "It's still alive," she stuttered, getting a growling sigh from Vilkas.

Vilkas pulled his sword, moving to the dead spider and pressing his sword through the spider's head with a sickening crunch. He knew it was death twitches, but he didn't think the woman would move if he didn't stab it in the head. He pulled his sword from the spider's head, sliding the blade back into it's sheath on his hip as he looked at the woman peeking around Farkas's arm. "It's definately dead now," he said, moving past the two as the woman breathed a sigh of relief, "let's go."

Misty and Farkas followed, lowering themselves to move quietly as they heard raspy breathing.

"It's a witch," Misty whispered, getting a nod form Vilkas. She took a deep breath, sliding her bow off her back and shoulders and nocked an arrow. She moved out a little ways from their hiding spot, aiming the arrow a little above the witch's head. She frowned, shaking her head as she lowered the bow, "I don't know if shooting her in the head will mess with the cure or not."

Farkas sighed, pulling his great sword, "guess we're going to have to do this the hard way," he said, getting to his feet and starting forward.

Vilkas reached out, taking hold of Farkas's arm to stop him and pull him back down to kneel beside him, "wait, Farkas. There may be another way to take her out without alerting the others that we're here."

Farkas clicked his tongue as he jerked his arm from his brother's grasp, "being sneaky and quiet isn't the only way to kill, brother."

Vilkas gave him a glare, "that's why you always get hurt on missions, because you don't think."



Misty sighed, shaking her head as the brothers argued, their voices starting to get louder the more heated they got. She glanced to the right, spotting the slight incline that lead to one of the other rooms of the cave. Giving the men a glance, she moved along the wall, making sure to keep low and move as quietly as possible as she slowly climbed the ramp. She glanced back at Vilkas and Farkas as Vilkas gave Farkas a shove, causing him to stumble back a couple of steps. Misty ground her teeth, being quick to nock an arrow and aim at the hagraven as the grotesque looking creature turned toward the sound of the brothers' scuffle. "Shit," she hissed under her breath taking a deep breath as the hagraven raised her hand, fire flickering in her palm.

She pulled her hand back as Misty slowly released the breath out between her lips, unleasing the arrow to fly at the hagraven. She hit the witch in the side, knocking her to the ground as she gave a loud shriek of pain.

Vilkas and Farkas turned at the noise, surprised when the woman leapt from the ledge and ran at the screeching creature writhing in pain on the ground, her sword raised high before bringing it down on the hagraven's neck, silencing the witch. Blood sprayed from the gapping wound, splattering over Misty's armor and face as she hacked at the hagraven's neck, flinging blood from her sword onto the pillars and ceiling. She panted as she leaned on her sword, wiping the blood from around her mouth as she stared down at the hagraven's face.

 

The creature looked and smells much worse than you could imagine. The lips curled back in a sneer, showing small, yellow, sharp tigerfish teeth. The nose curved around, hooking at the end at almost a ninty degree angle. The face was wrinkled with high sharp cheekbones that jutted out a little too far from the face. The small, beady eyes were narrowed in a constant glare, set almost dead center of the front of the witch's head, leaving a high forehead with a receading hairline. The hair was thin and stringy and some of it fell off the head as Misty nudged it with her toe, half afraid that the witch's head would spring back to life and bite her boot.

She jolted as Farkas slapped his hand down on her shoulder, giving her a smile.

"Well done. Who would of known you had it in you," Vilkas said, emptying a linen sack from beside the wall before stuffing the hagraven's head into the bag. He flung it over his shoulder and nodded toward the exit, "we going?"

Misty nodded, standing straight and sliding her blade back into the scabbard. She took a deep breath, instantly regretting it before bending in half and heaving vomit onto the floor where the hagraven's blood had pooled. Vilkas and Farkas blinked in surprise, glancing at one another before she wiped her mouth, and stood straight, her face pale. "Let's go," she said, her voice rough as she held the back of her wrist against her mouth, trying to concentrate on the smell of her own skin as her stomach twisted in knots. She hadn't thought when she leapt into action, she just moved. Farkas and Vilkas were fighting and she knew she had to do something before they got hurt. Warriors or not, being set on fire would have hurt like a mother fucker. When the witch started shrieking, she knew that it would alert the other three that were in the cave, so she did what anyone afraid would do. She shut it up. Her stomach still twisted at the feeling of the sword hacking through flesh, jarring when she reached the spine but that didn't stop her hacking at it. She could feel her body vibrating with adrenaline that comes from fear, leaving her a little shakey as she walked. She felt like she was walking like a zombie, all stiff and jutted as she lead them out of the cave.


"Did you succeed, my friends?" Inigo asked, blinking at Misty as she moved past the group, walking down the path a little ways before dropping her hand to her side. Leaning onto her knees as she took several deep breaths.

"Yeah, we did," Vilkas said, showing them the sack with the witch's head in it before glancing toward Misty, "is she alright?"

"Why wouldn't she be?" Farkas asked with a laugh, "she made a bigger mess than I do with a warhammer."

Hawke frowned at that, glancing toward the woman as she lowered herself to the ground, looking sickly pale.

"We'll see if she's alright," Isengrim said, taking Kestrel by the arm and pulling the woman with her.

Kestrel clicked her tongue but didn't dare fight the nord woman as she stiffly followed behind.

"What's wrong?" Farkas asked, furrowing his brow at the women leaving to kneel beside Misty.

Sirius tapped the heel of his boot against the rock he sat on before sighing, "the truth is, Misty isn't really from here."

Vilkas gave him a raised eyebrow, "where is she from? Cyrodiil? Valenwood?"

Hawke shook his head, "she's not from this world," he said, getting a scoff from S'ariq.

"You expect this one to believe that she is not even from this world?" the black cat growled, folding his massive arms over his chest.

Wolfe rolled his eyes, "believe what you want, but I don't think she's lying."

Kieron nodded, "she does have that strange music playing rock," he said, glancing at Misty as Isengrim spoke softly to her.


"Are you okay, Misty?" Isengrim asked, rubbing circles on Misty's back as she took several deep breaths, trying to calm her rolling stomach.

Misty nodded, "yeah, I just...God the smell was aweful and then the sound of cutting off that witch's head..." she swallowed the bile, taking another deep breath.

"If you were going to have a problem with it, why did you bother going in there?" Kestrel asked, her voice harsh and annoyed.

"Because I wasn't doing it for myself," she said, getting a stunned blink from the dark elf, "I was doing it for Kodlak. For his last wish."

Kestrel watched the woman for a moment before sighing and clearing her throat, "look, Misty. I'm sorry that I...I was jealous of you and Riordan's relationship. I should have known you two were involved."

Misty blinked at the ground before sitting up on her knees, "what're you talking about?" she asked, giving Kestrel furrowed eyebrows.

Kestrel tilted her head, giving Misty a raised eyebrow, "you and Riordan. You're lovers, aren't you?"

Misty slowly shook her head, "nooooo. Riordan and I are just friends. I don't really think of him like that," she said, getting wide, surprised eyes from the dunmer.

"What? Really? But the way he acts around you, I would have thought for sure..." Kestrel said, her dark cheeks darkening with a blush, "well, I feel like an idiot. I'm sorry."

Misty shrugged, giving her a smile, "don't worry about it. I'm, actually kind of flattered. I've never had anyone be jealous of me before," she said, getting to her feet with Isengrim. She held her arms out, "let's hug it out and be friends again."

Kestrel gave her a small smile, stepping into Misty's arms to hug her back. Isengrim hugged them both, smiling that her friends were friends again. They moved away from one another, smiling and giggling at one another.

"So, were you jealous of me at all?" Kestrel asked.

Misty took a deep, encouraging breath before nodding, "yeah, a little. I mean, you're so comfortable with yourself and I'm so not. Plus you're beautiful and confident. I mean, I do find it weird that you slept with Niall when you barely knew him, but I don't have the courage to do something like that," she said, rubbing the back of her head.

Kestrel chuckled, putting her arm around Misty's neck, "trust me, my friend, there was no sleeping going on last night. You want me to tell you about it?"

Misty blushed, shaking her head frantically, "I don't think I could listen without fainting or blushing the whole time."

Kestrel and Isengrim laughed at Misty's discomfort before the men joined them.

"Are you alright, Misty?" Hawke asked, gently touching her arm before dropping his hand to his side.

Misty nodded, wrapping her arms around Isengrim and Kestrel's neck in a hug, "I'm always alright when I got my girls."

Isengrim and Kestrel laughed, putting their arms around her waist as the girls headed down the path.

"Coming boys?" Kestrel cooed back toward the men.

Hawke gave the girls a raised eyebrow before glancing back at the others, "shall we then?"

Chapter Text

Misty sat on a log by the fire with Kestrel, Isengrim, Inigo and Wolfe, laughing as she scrolled through her phone. "Oh shit! This is one of my favorites," she said, pressing play on Whoop (there it is). She hopped up, singing along to the song as she bobbed her head, "this is my shit!"

Inigo chuckled, dancing some crazy dance beside her as the music played, making her laugh.

Niall laughed as he got to his feet to dance with Misty and Inigo, "this is some strange music, but it sounds fun."

Misty nodded, "damn straight! Whoop, thered is! Whoop Thered is! Wuld!" Her eyes widened for half a second before she was rocketed across the camp, hitting a tree hard with a thud. She stumbled back, falling on to her back as she blinked up at the sky, "owww."

Hawke chuckled as he stood over her while Taliesin grumbled as he relit the fire, "maybe you shouldn't sing that one," Hawke said as she sat up, putting her hand to her head as she listened to the others laughing.

She snorted, taking Hawke's hand as she got to her feet, "goddamnit. And I really like that song," she said, furrowing her brow as she went back to where her phone had dropped. She lifted it up, blowing the dirt off it before sighing as she scrolled through her playlist.

"What is that?" Farkas asked, wiping blood from his hands with a cloth.

"It's a cellphone. Almost everyone where I'm from have them. It's a way to communicate with one another over great distances as if they were in the room with you, but I don't have any service right now, so we're just using for gaming and music," she said, quickly going to Fruit Ninja before holding the phone out toward Farkas, "you wanna try?"

Farkas looked nervous as he took the light, strange rock from Misty. She slid her finger over the screen, showing him how to play. He frowned, furrowing his brow at the strange glittering that followed her finger as she seemed to slive through floating fruit on the brightly lit shiney rock.

"It's called Fruit Ninja," she said, taking his finger and sliding it over the screen, pressing harder than he probably would have on his own as his finger seemed to slice through the strange fruits, "so far, Riordan has the high score of 318, which isn't bad considering y'all don't know the first thing about technology from my world."

Farkas focused on the fruit jumping up into the center of the screen, sliding his finger over them. He frowned when he only cut two out of five, "what's the point of this?"

Misty shrugged, "in my world, people who play video games have a better reaction time than people who don't. It might help with your reaction time."

He nodded, concentrating on the game as the fruit jumped up. Misty couldn't help but smile as Sirius wandered back from patrolling the area, stopping to look over Farkas's shoulder as the warrior slid his finger across the screen. She shook her head, moving away from the two as Taliesin and Wolfe skewered some venison on a couple of sticks and leaned them over the fire. She sighed as she pulled the hair tie from her hair, fluffing her hair in the cool evening breeze.

"Princess," Riordan's voice turned her to look up at the high elf as he held out Battle of Sancre Tor to her, "I finished it. It was an interesting read."

Misty shrugged, taking the book from him and tucking it against her chest, "I wasn't a fan, but I have a few more, if you want to read them."

"Don't miss that," Sirius hissed, getting his hand slapped away by Farkas.

"I got it, I got it," Farkas growled, swiping his finger quickly across the phone, both nords concentrating on the bright screen.

Misty rolled her eyes as she went to the tent, "did you like it? If not, I've got a couple of my favorites that you can borrow," she said, searching through her bag.

"I liked it just fine, but I'll read whatever you lend me," he said, waiting patiently for her to dig out a few books.

"Well, I've got A Tragedy In Black. That one's pretty good. Beggar Prince, that one's pretty good," she said, setting the books by her leg, "I also have Thief. I need to get the other three in the series. I also have a few history books, if you're into those. Oh! Horror Of Castle Xyr! I forgot I had this one." Riordan watched her flip through the pages before snapping the book shut and getting to her feet. "Just pick out whichever one you want and leave the others. There's a few more in my pack. I'll put them back in the bag later."


Misty munched on a piece of apple, barely tasting it as she read through the book in her hand. Sirius and Farkas were leaning over Niall, watching the wood elf eagerly as he played Fruit Ninja with his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth. Wolfe and Taliesin argued over how long the venison needed to cook and how high off the fire it needed to be, getting a laugh from Isengrim.

"Why don't you two just cook the meat the two different ways and let the rest of us try it?" Kestrel suggested, getting a snort from Taliesin.

"Because his way is wrong and would make you sick," Taliesin said, getting a growl from Wolfe.

"My way will get it cooked faster," Wolfe snarled.

Taliesin clicked his tongue, glaring back at the imperial, "yes, on the outside, leaving the inside raw."

Hawke sighed as he moved to stand near the two, holding bucket out to them with a frown, "why don't you two go fetch some water and cool off," he said, getting a glare from the men before they sighed, taking the buckets from Hawke's hands before heading for the stream a ways off.

"It's your fault," Wolfe growled, nudging the altmer as they walked.

"My fault? You're the one that can't cook properly," Taliesin growled back, givng Wolfe a shove.

Hawke sighed and shook his head as he knelt down to turn the meat. He glanced up at Misty, who seemed to be concentrating on the book in her hand, "good book?" he asked, getting an absent mmmhmm from the woman as she nibbled on an apple. Hawke chuckled as he rose to his feet with four sticks of venison. He held it out to her, causing her to blink at the page before looking up at him, "I'm sure Vilkas and Kieron are hungry. They're keeping watch," he said, getting a nod from the woman as she closed her book and took the warm sticks.

She walked toward the two figures, Kieron leaned back against a boulder with his arms crossed, scanning the area to the left while Vilkas stood with his arms at his side, scanning the area to the left. They're almost like the rotating turrets in Fallout, except sexy men, she thought, clearing her throat as she approached sos not to startle them.

Kieron glanced at her, giving her a warm smile as she handed him two venison on a stick, "thank you, lass," he said, tearing some of the meat from the stick.

Vilkas gave her a nod of thanks when he took his, glancing at the book in her hand at her side, "what're you reading?" he asked, taking a large bite of venison as he nodded toward the book.

Misty shrugged, "Horror of Castle Xyr. It's a one act play. Not my favorite, but it is a good read," she said, flipping to the page she had left off on.

"You like to read?" Vilkas asked, making Misty frown.

"Sound more surprised, why don't ya?" she said, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"I didn't mean it like that, I just figured that, with you being the dragonborn, you didn't have time to read," he said with a shrug, tossing the stick off to the side as he finished the venison on it.

Misty watched him with suspicious eyes, "uh huh," she said, shaking her head as she looked back down at the page she had left off on, "I think Hawke'll have more in a few minutes. Now that Wolfe and Taliesin are gone, we might actually eat tonight."

Kieron chuckled, tossing the stick as he started on the second piece of venison, "what were they arguing about this time?" he asked, biting into the tender meat on a stick.

Misty sighed, "I don't know. Something about cooking and who's right, I think," she said, shaking her head, "I wasn't paying attention."

"They seem to argue about a lot," Vilkas said, glancing toward the two as they moved back toward the camp, making snide remarks to one another.

"If you didn't know they weren't related, you'd think they were brothers with how they argue," she said, absently leaning back against the boulder as her eyes moved over the page.

Kieron nodded, "they do act like brothers," he said, glancing at Vilkas, who had turned his attention back to watching the area. He smirked, leaning slightly to look at the book over Misty's shoulder. "So, what's the book about, lass?"

Misty blinked, coming back from the book before speaking, "well, it's about crazy magic stuff, mostly. The captain of the guard comes looking for this guy Sedura Xyr. That's not his full name but it's like five names and I don't wanna say them all. Anyway, he searches the house for this guy and finds a hidden passage behind a shield, because of course he does. When he goes down, he find bodies everywhere pointing to some weird experiments that someone had done on them while they were alive. He thinks it's necromancy. Anyway, an argonian messenger eventually brings a package and a letter for Xyr and the captain and his lieutenant and the messenger was supposed to be the next victim!" she paused, turning her attention back to the book, "I'm not telling you the rest. You're going to have to read it to find out the ending."

Kieron rolled his eyes, "fine, lass. Be that way," he said, getting a nod from the woman.

"I will," she said, flipping the page. Her eyes widened, "no fucking way!" she paused, reading on, "holy crow, that was her?!? Whaaaaaat?" She clicked her tongue, "fucking knew it," she growled, frowning at the last page, "damn it. I wish there were more to this one," she sighed, closing the book and holding it out toward Kieron, "it's a long night and I'm done with it. Just don't mess up the pages, okay?"

Kieron took it, making sure to brush his fingers over her's, "I'll take care of it as if it were my own," he said, giving her a charming smile.

Misty snorted, "treat it like it wasn't yours and you'd be murdered violently if anything bad happened to it," she said, pushing to her feet and stretching, "not a bad read."

Kieron gave her a nod as Sirius moved toward them with the strange device in his hand.

"Misty, we didn't mean to but I think Niall broke it," Sirius said, getting a groan from the bosmer.

"I didn't mean to," Niall said, rubbing the back of his head, "I moved my finger too far and it just happened."

Misty took the phone, smiling at the main screen, "you didn't break it. You just sent it back to the main screen. Easy fix," she said, holding the phone so they could get to the game themselves, "see? Just tap on this and it'll pull up the game." She glanced at the battery bar in the corner, "you'll have to see if Taliesin can charge it though. There's only about ten minutes of battery left on it."

Sirius gave a nod as she handed the phone back to him, and went to Taliesin, who sighed as electricity sparked on his fingertips.

"It runs of lightening magic?" Vilkas asked, watching Taliesin charge the phone.

Misty rocked her head from side to side, "sort of, yeah," she said, scratching her head as she yawned.

Riordan moved toward them with a book in his hand, "I've finished this one as well," he said, gettiing a surprised blink from Misty.

"Wow, that's two," she said, taking the book as she read the cover, "you can grab another one, if you want."

He gave her a nod and a smile, "thank you, princess," he said, heading back to the womens' tent.

Vilkas gave Riordan a raised eyebrow as Misty ran her hand over her bookcover before flipping it open, "why do some of the people you travel with call you princess if you aren't one?" he asked, turning his attention to her.

Misty shrugged, "I think Wolfe started calling me that as a joke but Riordan and Sirius took it as a real thing," she said, closing the book and holding her arms out, "I mean, seriously. Do I look like royalty?"

Vilkas shrugged, "maybe a little," he said, turning his head away at his own comment.

Misty flushed at that, lowering her chin to her chest as she held the book in front of her. She cleared her throat for a moment before turning and heading back to the fire, "I'm going to check on dinner."


"You might try actually talking with her, sometime," Kieron said, casually flipping the page of the book.

Vilkas glanced at Kieron before frowning, "what are you talking about?"

Kieron shrugged, looking up at him with a smile, "asking questions to learn something about someone strange isn't bad, but you might find you two have a few things in common if you just talked with her," he said, closing the book and standing straight.

Vilkas stared at him for a few moments before sighing and shaking his head, "I wouldn't even know where to begin," he said, glancing toward the group as Wolfe and Taliesin argued over how much water they could carry, Hawke midigated between the two, Kestrel and Isengrim giggled to one another while Riordan glanced over the books laying around him and Farkas, Niall and Sirius huddled around the strange device of Misty's. His eyes moved to Misty, who had moved a little ways from the group, but close enough to be seen and heard, should something go wrong. The strange blue khajiit made his way around the group, taking a seat beside her before saying something that made her smile before she turned, leaning against him as they talked about something in the book in her hands.

Kieron got to his feet, "you like reading, right?" he asked, putting the book in his hand against Vilkas's chest, "here's a good start." He gave Vilkas a wink before heading for the group gathered around the campfire as Hawke started to pull the meat from the fire.

Vilkas looked down at the book, furrowing his brow at the words etched across the leather binding. Maybe I will read it, he thought, glancing up at the woman as she read through the book Riordan had handed her, just to see what kinds of books she likes.


Kieron cleared his throat as Misty absentmindedly nibbled on a venison on a stick, barely getting her attention, "lass, would you take this to Vilkas?" he asked, kneeling in front of her.

She lowered the book slightly, looking at him then the meat on a stick, blinking before rubbing her eyes, "um...sure," she said, closing the book as she yawned and stretched before getting to her feet and taking the skewered meat from him. She walked away from the warmth of the campfire, making her way to Vilkas as he leaned back against a rock, watching the area with wide awake eyes. "Vilkas, dinner," she said, getting a glance from the nord.

"Thank you," he said, taking the several pieces of venison with a small smile.

They stood in silence for a few moments, Misty shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other as Vilkas chewed a large bit of venison.

"If you want more, I think there'll be some left soooooo....yeah. I'll see ya," she said, turning to head back to the campfire, the uncomfortable silence almost too much.

Vilkas swallowed, coughing as the hunk of meat caught in his throat. Misty moved to the bucket of water at the edge of camp, bringing it to him with a cup as he beat his fist against his chest. She scooped out some of the water, holding it out to him as he coughed out a thanks. She gave him a concerned brow furrow, "you should chew more before swallowing," she said, giving his glare a smile.

He drank the entire contents of the cup, taking a few deep breaths before swallowing, his throat now sore from the meat scratching the whole way down. He cleared his throat, lifting the book from beside him before handing it to her.

Misty blinked at the book, giving him a small smile as she took the book.

"It was...interesting, to say the least," he said, turning his attention back to the meat in his hand.

Misty smiled, "what'd you think of the end? I hate that there isn't another one," she said, stacking the book on top of the one already in her arms.

"I wasn't expecting the ending, to be honest," He leaned forward, looking at the other book, "which one is that?"



Misty pulled it from her arms, "A Tragedy in Black. It's really good," she said, holding it out toward him, "wanna borrow it?"

He took it from her, glancing over the cover as he nodded, "I'll be sure to return it once I'm finished with it," he said, getting a smile from the woman.

She turned, getting ready to head back to the fire. He reached out, taking hold of her arm to stop her. She turned, giving him patient, inquisitive eyes that stopped his thoughts and breath in his lungs. Her eyes sparkled like the moonlight on the water. He cleared his throat, dropping his hand as he rubbed the back of his neck, not sure what he was going to say before glancing at the book in her hand.

"So, what are your favorite books?" he asked, looking back up at her face as she smiled.

"Well, my favorites are Immortal Blood and The Locked Room, but there aren't that many copies," she said, giving a shrug, "if we found a copy of them, it's be great, but I know that we probably won't. It's all good. Why?"

Vilkas shrugged, glancing off in the distance away from camp, "just curious," he said, watching her out of the corner of his eye as she gave him a raised eyebrow before turning back toward camp.

"Don't forget that Kieron and Hawke are on watch shifts too so, if you get tired Vilkas, please get some sleep," she said, getting a nod from the man before she walked back to the fire.

Vilkas watched her walk back, feeling warmth in his heart from her concern of him. He felt his lips curve up in a half smile as he leaned back against the rock and opened the book.


"What are you reading, Misty?" Isengrim asked, taking a seat beside her as they all settled down for the night, lounging around the fire.

Misty paused her reading, turning the book to show Isengrim the cover, "Beggar Prince. It's one of those, careful-what-you-wish-for stories. It's pretty good," she said, sitting up and stretching her back.

"What's it about?" Niall asked, taking a seat beside her on the ground in front of the log.

"A guy that makes a deal with a daedra to become rich," she said, chuckling, "idiot thought there wouldn't be any consequences."

"Sounds interesting," Inigo said, taking a seat on her other side.

"I'm not much for reading," Farkas admitted, nodding toward Vilkas as Hawke went to relieve him of watch, "that's more Vilkas's thing."

Misty nodded, "I could read to you later, if you wanted. That way your eyes don't have to to all that work," she said, meaning it as a joke.

"Why don't you read to us, Princess?" Wolfe asked, giving the glare she gave him over the top of the book a grin.

"Yeah. That would be great," Isengrim said, giving Misty a smile as she leaned forward.

Misty sighed, "I don't know," she muttered, lowering her eyes back down to the book.

"I'd like to hear a story," Farkas said, taking a seat on the log above Niall.

"Yeah, come on," Taliesin pressured, giving her a smile.

Misty sighed, "okay, okay, okay. You've twisted my arm enough," she said, getting up enough to sit on the log behind her, "which one should I read?"

"How about the one you're reading?" Kestrel suggested.

"Hawke, Misty's going to read us a bed time story. Want to hear one?" Inigo called to the Imperial, getting a smile and nod from the man as he made his way back to the group.

Misty sighed, turning to the first page before beginning to read aloud, "We look down upon the beggars of the Empire..."


Misty, Isengrim and Kestrel stood and headed for their tent, saying goodnight to the men as everyone separated to prepare for bed.

"It really was a great story. No wonder you've had your nose in that book through dinner," Isengrim said, slipping her shirt over her head.

Misty gave a nod and a yawn, putting the loose books back in her bag with a sigh, "I should have put these away earlier," she grumbled, cursing herself for not.

"Misty, I've finished A Tragedy In Black," Vilkas's voice was soft outside the tent, like he wasn't sure if the girls were awake or not.

Misty nodded, getting to her feet as she glanced at the two women, giving her suggestive grins and giggles, "shut up both of you," she hissed as she stepped out of the tent.

Vilkas stood outside the tent flap with the book in his hand, looking a little nervous in his dark brown tunic and trousers.

"Did you like it?" she asked as he handed the book back to her.

He shrugged, "it wasn't what I normally read, but it was interesting," he said, getting a nod from the woman.

"I like fictional stories. They're usually way more fun to read than nonfiction," she said, tucking the book against her chest, "what was your favorite part? Mine was when the dremora gave the kid the dress."

Vilkas blinked, furrowing his brow before shaking his head, "that wasn't in there. The dremora killed the boy."

Misty chuckled, "you did read it. Color me impressed," she said, getting an annoyed glare from the man, "sorry. Most people say they read something I suggested and then don't and pretend that they did. I like testing people about that kind of shit."

Vilkas gave her a nod, knowing what she meant. There had been many a time that he had suggested Farkas read something and found out that, more often than not, his brother used the book to steady a table or chair instead. So many of his books had indents from the chair and table legs, it almost made him sad. "So, what else do you have?"

"Well, what else do you like? I've got a few history of the empire books," she said, getting a head shake from the nord.

"I've read those so many times I almost have them memorized," he said, getting a thoughtful look from Misty.

  

"Well, Taliesin has my The Monomyth book or I'd let you borrow that. I've also got A Dance In Fire Volume One," she said, trying to think of the others she had in her bag.

 "That sounds good. I don't think I've read that one before," he said, getting a smile and a nod from the woman.

"Alright, give me a sec," she said, ducking back into the tent.

Kestrel and Isengrim gave her big grins, giggling when she scowled at them before rifling through her bag.

"I find kissing a man behind the ear works wonders," Kestrel said, getting a giggle from Isengrim as Misty stood with the book in her hand, blushing at the comment.

"Shut up, Kessy. You know that kissing them on the back of the neck works too," Isengrim said, getting a nod and a grin from Kestrel.

"Right between the shoulders too," Kestrel said, getting an agreeing nod from Isengrim

Misty's face was bright red as she glared at the two, "why the fuck y'all gotta be so loud?" she hissed, taking a few calming breaths as the girls giggled.

"We're just helping you out, Misty," Isengrim said, motioning toward the tent flap as she sat on her bedroll.

"That's what sisters do, right?" Kestrel said with a shrug as she crawled under her blanket.

Misty, after several deep breaths, took hold of the tent flap and was about to step out.

"If you're bedding Vilkas, make sure you're riding him. Some nords like to be dominated by their women," Kestrel said...loudly.

Misty's face instantly heated up before she turned to glare at the dark elf giving her innocent eyes, "I fucking hate you," she snarled, stepping out to a round of giggles and laughter from her friends. Misty kept her eyes on the ground outside the tent as she held the book out toward Vilkas, to her side, "here's the book. Don't ruin it. Give it back whenever. Enjoy."

Vilkas gave her a raised eyebrow as he took the book, hesitating as he looked at the cover.

"Good night," she said, still as quickly as the previous words.

"I don't," he sighed, giving her pause as she glanced at him, her face starting to lose the redness of embarassment.

"What?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Being dominated by my woman. I don't." Misty's eyes widened as he stepped forward, leaning down just enough to put their face's close together. His silver blue eyes caught the moonlight, looking more silver than blue. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as her lungs stopped working. The look in his eyes was pure predator, hungry and full of dark promises of late nights and heated passions. "I prefer to do the dominating," he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.

If words could kill, Misty would have died right there from heart failure. She wanted to say something, the silence around them deafening. It was like even the forest surrounding the camp had stopped breathing at his words.

He gave her a smirk as he stood straight and turned, "thanks for the book," he said, giving her a casual wave over his shoulder as he walked back to the Companions' tent.

Misty took a deep breath, finally coming back to her senses after he had entered the tent. She licked her lips, slowly stepping inside to blink at Isengrim and Kestrel's dream filled eyes.

"If you don't want him, I'll take him," Kestrel said with a growl.

"Mmmhmm," Isengrim said, slowly licking her lips at the thought of Vilkas laying naked in bed.

Misty cleared her throat, chewing on her bottom lip as she went to her bedroll and crawled in.

"Oh gods the things I'd let him do to me," Isengrim sighed, getting a nod of agreement from the dark elf.



Misty kept her mouth shut, still not sure if her voice would work fully after experiences Vilkas's growled words. She swallowed, laying on her back in bed as she stared up at the top of the tent, licking her lips again at the images dancing through her head. Oh my God, she thought at the image of Vilkas standing in a pool of water. Different colored rose petals floating around him and sticking to his sides and back as he ran his hand through his hair, wringing some of the water from it. The droplets rolling down his skin in rivlets as he turned with that dark smirk of his, his silver blue eyes a bright color of blue that stopped her heart. The water rippled as he moved toward her, leaning up enough to expose almost completely down to his groin. She swallowed, her eyes following his happy trail down his flat stomach to his...

"Misty, are you listening?" Kestrel's voice snapped her out of her fantasy.

"Yeah, yeah," she answered, her voice a little too high as she cleared her throat, "I was listening."

"No you weren't," Isengrim said, with a laugh.

"Yes I was. You were talking about...shoes..." she said, glancing at the two nervously before rolling away from them onto her side, "well, goodnight."

Isengrim and Kestrel glanced at one another before giggling.

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Misty wandered through the halls of Jorrvaskr, her sheer red silk nightgown flowing behind her as she moved. She paused at the door, her eyes moving over Vilkas as he stood with his strong back facing her. She licked her lips, meeting his eyes as he turned to smile at her.

"I've been waiting for you, Melissa," he said, her full first name had never sounded so sexy as when it was said in his rough, low voice. His smile turned into a smirk as he closed the book in his hand and set it down on the table, resting his hand on the cover.

"Whatcha reading?" she asked, her voice sounding low and sultry as she stared at him.

He shrugged, a casual roll of his strong shoulders as he tilted his head slightly, "The Lusty Argonian Maid," he admitted, glancing down at the book, "I thought it would give me some ideas for this occasion."

Misty swallowed, "did it?"

He gave her a smirk, "a few," he said, motioning her toward him, "come here."

She moved toward him, obeying his playful command as she stood before him. His eyes glided over her, so full of lustful hungry she thought she might drown in it. He ran his tongue over his lips, bringing her eyes to his mouth as his lips curved up, giving her a wolfish grin as he trailed his fingers down her neck to her collarbone. She sighed against his warm touch, closing her eyes as his fingers hooked the speghetti strap of the nightgown, moving it down her shoulder as he stepped forward, putting his other hand on her waist. He lowered his head to her shoulder, kissing his way up the side of her neck to her jaw before moving back slightly. He pulled her into a kiss, turning his head slightly to kiss her deeply as she sighed against his mouth as he turned them with his back toward the door. He groaned, a low rumbling in his throat as her hands slid up his chest to wrap around his neck. He broke from her lips and trailed kisses down her throat as her head lulled back. She sighed as he held her around her ribs against his rock hard body. His hands moved to her hips, walking the skirt of the nightgown up to bunch in his hands while he kissed her chest. He moved back enough to pull the nightgown over her head, before tossing it aside.

He gave a satisfied growl as he licked his lips, scanning over her nearly naked body in front of him. He smirked as he took her hand, pulling her against his front as he kissed her again, the suddenness pulling a sigh from the woman. He nibbled his way down her throat to the lacey edges of Misty's bra, licking a slow trail just inside the edge of the bra as his fingers traced a line around her panties on her hip. Misty whimpered against the warmth of his tongue, feeling something in her stomach tighten as he moved forward, sliding his hands up her back to unhook her bra. He bit down on the front of her bra, pulling it from her shoulders and arms with his teeth before letting it drop betweem them before moving forward to kiss between her breasts. He nibbled and nipped at her bosoms, pulling giggles from the woman in his arms as she draped her arms over his shoulders. He smiled at the sound, kissing his way to her nipples before capturing one in his mouth. Misty gasped against the feel of his tongue and mouth, pinching and rolling her nipple in the moist warmth of his mouth.

His hands trailed down to the edges of her panties where he hooked his fingers, sliding the panties down her thighs. He growled against her breast, taking hold of her other breast and messaging it. Misty panted above him, her eyes barely open as he worked on her breasts with his hand and mouth. He pushed her panties down her thighs, leaving her breasts for a moment to kiss his way down her stomach to just above her groin. He turned his head, giving her inner thigh a kiss as he pushed her panties the rest of the way down her soft, smooth legs. He ran his hands up her legs to her thighs, his eyes following his own hands to fall on her crotch, where the patch of redish gold lay in curls. He licked his lips, leaning forward to lap as the lips of her puss, causing Misty to gasp and fall back against the bookshelf behind her with the suddenness of it. He grinned, lifting one of her legs then the other over his shoulders, holding her ass with his hands and forcing her to lean back against the shelf as he lapped at her opening.

"Uh uh Vil...kas...uh" she panted, letting her head fall back as she gasped at every lick.

He nibbled on her clitoris, pulling a cry from the woman as her hands gripped his hair, pulling almost too hard as he sucked, lapped, and nibbled on her. Her mind swirled with sensations she had never knew existed, his hands gripping her ass as he sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling the bead between his teeth and pulled another cry from her. She threw her head back, reminding her that, if this was real, she would have probably knocked herself out, but she didn't care.

"AH! VILKAS!" she cried out, her fingers tangled in his longish dark brown hair.

He pulled away, leaving her panting against the bookshelf as her hands dropped from his head, dangling at her sides as he wiped her juices from his mouth. He shifted under her, undoing his trousers to drop at his feet as he moved her legs around to his hips, his hands still holding her ass as he stood, lifting her with him. He leaned forward, kissing her to catch her gasps as he pressed her back against the bookshelf. She could feel his dick, hard and erect against the inside of her thighs, poking her as he deepened the kiss, sliding his dick up her thighs to rest against her pulsating cunt.

She broke the kiss as he shifted his grip, slipping one of his arms under her leg, behind her knee, to hold her up and more open for him. "I'm not too heavy, am I?" she asked, her insecurity breaking through her fantasy to try and spoil her dream.

Vilkas chuckled, nuzzling her neck as he did, "no heavier than the armor I wear every day," he said, pressing the head of his penis against her opening, "let me worry about how heavy you are, sweetheart. You worry about this," he whispered in her ear as he slid his dick slightly into her.

Misty whimpered, half from fear half from the size of him, "Vilkas....I'm..."

He smiled against her neck, "I know," he said, pushing himself, slowly, deeper into her.

Her fingers gripped the edge of one of the shelves behind her, scraping her fingernails against the hard wood as she whimpered. He groaned against her skin as he pressed through her hymen, shuddering at the tightness as he took several breaths to keep himself from just pounding into her. Misty's body was vibrating slightly, her muscles tense at the lose of her virginity. He took a deep breath, slowly releasing it before leaning back to look at her face, lifting his hand from her thigh to cup her cheek. Her eyes opened, looking a little scared as she looked up at him. He gave her a gentle smile, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

"It is an honor to have your virginity," he whispered against her lips, speeding up the beating of her heart.

She swallowed, moving to kiss him, surprising the nord, but not enough to break the kiss. He pressed his lips harder against her's deepening the kiss as he slowly pulled himself most of the way out of her before pushing back in, sightly faster than before. Misty whimpered against his mouth as he slowly pumped in and out of her, creating a steady rhythm that went along with his pants and grunts. He broke the kiss, pumping faster as she panted with his every thrust, gripping the shelf as her back scraped the wood.

"Ahh Vilkas," she gasped, throwing her head back as his mouth captured her nipple, suckling and rolling the sensative flesh with his tongue.

He pumped harder and faster, their hips slapping with every thrust as the tightening in her stomach started to spread. He growled against her breast, closing his eyes tight against the tightening of Misty's vagina around his dick as he picked up his pace. She felt like she was about to lose her mind, the heat in her core shooting out to all her limbs. She furrowed her brow, shaking her head as she tried to fight whatever this feeling was.

"Don't...fight....it..." Vilkas growled against her shoulder, his fingers digging into her thigh as he felt himself start to hit that ceiling and break through.

Misty took a deep breath and stopped fighting the curling sensation spreading from her lower stomach. Instantly, the feeling shot out into her body, throwing her head back as she cried out, her toes curling, her fingers digging into the wooden shelf. Vilkas snarled at the milking of her cunt around his dick, pumping harder and faster than he probably should have but he had lost control, lost in the feel of her, the heat of her, her cries of pleasure above him as he thrust into her with everything he had, forgetting for a moment that this was her first time. He cried out, pressing deep into her to spill his seed in her womb, holding her as he held himself there for a moment before collapsing to his knees with her still wrapped around him. They both panted as they leaned on one another, trying to regain feeling in their limbs so they could move. Vilkas moved first, groaning as he pulled back enough for his dick to slid out of her, pulling a sigh of protest from the woman.

He brushed her hair from her forehead, burshing his knuckles against her cheek to bring her attention up to him. He chuckled at the dream like look on her face, planting a kiss against her forehead, "are you okay?" he asked.

Misty sighed, leaning forward against his chest, smiling as she closed her eyes, listening to his heartbeat, "yeah. That was amazing."

He chuckled, holding her in his lap as he stroked her hair.


Misty groaned as she rolled over in her bedroll, slowly blinking awake as she sat up, yawning and stretching. She glanced toward Kestrel and Isengrim's bedroll, furrowing her brow at them already rolled up and packed away. She sighed, getting to her feet before yawning and stretching as she started to put on her armor. She stepped out of the tent with her bedroll packed away in her bag and gave everyone a smile as she moved to the fire, where everyone was already gathered. "Morning, y'all," she said, getting grins from Isengrim and Kestrel. She gave them a raised eyebrow before glancing around the fire, taking note of the strange looks she was getting from her friends. She sighed, narrowing her eyes at them, "okay, what happened and why are you staring at me like that?"

"Sleep well, lass?" Kieron asked, giving her a knowing look.

Misty gave him a confused look before nodding as she took a cup of tea from Hawke, "yeah, why?" she asked, feeling more confused than ever.

"Have any, um...visions while you slept?" Sirius asked with a grin.

Misty stared at him for a moment before slowly shaking her head, "not really," she said, sparing a glance toward Vilkas's back as she took a sip of the juniper tea. Are his ears red? she thought.

"You seemed very...vocal with your dreams last night," Niall said, causing her to spit out her tea, coughing and choking on the hot beverage.

She looked up at the grinning bosmer before glancing at the rest of the group, her cheeks heating up as she blushed. She put the cup down at her feet and stood, "I'll be waiting by the road when you're ready to leave," she muttered, snagging her bag as she moved away from the group, her head lowered to keep from embarassing herself anymore.

"Don't go too far. I like rescuing damsels but twice in the same week is a little much," Niall called, getting a strange gesture from the woman as she walked away.


Misty shuffled her feet on the stones of the road, keeping her eyes on the ground as they walked the path back to Whiterun. She felt embarassed and a little upset, mostly with herself. She had never really had a sex dream before and didn't know how to handle talking to the person she had the dream about without making a total fool of herself. She spared a glance back at Vilkas before quickly looking back at the ground in front of her before he caught her staring. Sure, he was hot and strong and smart and one of the better NPCs that you could marry in the game but...She swallowed, shaking her head as she put her hand to her forehead, rubbing her fingers against her skin. Everytime she thought about Vilkas, now all she saw and remembered was the wet dream she had the night before. Makers ballsack, why?

"It must have been some dream to have you making those noises last night," Niall said, instantly causing her to blush.

She shot him a glare, "shut the fuck up," she growled, picking up her pace to get away from Niall and whatever comments he was going to make. She kept walking past Kestrel and Isengrim, not wanting to discuss the dream with anyone. She slowed her walking once she reached Taliesin and Wolfe, mentally saying a prayer that they wouldn't comment...except it's Wolfe and he has to comment on everything.

"So, why not me?" he asked, getting a tired groan from the woman as she let her chin drop to her chest.

"Or me, you know, if you aren't in the mood for filth," Taliesin getting a growl from Wolfe as he pushed Misty out of the way to glare up at the high elf.

Wolfe grabbed Taliesin's robes and jerking his face down to Wolfe's, "say that to my face you Thalmor fuck," Wolfe growled in his face.

Misty sighed, feeling both agitated at the arguement and relieved that they were arguing. She moved back as Wolfe pulled his fist back to hit Taliesin at a comment he made. The group stopped as Hawke pulled Wolfe away from Taliesin, holding his arms behind his back to keep him disabled. She shook her head, deciding to keep going while they calmed the two down. She paused at a rock that was several yards away from the group, taking a seat on the rock as she pulled her bag from her back. She sighed as a loud holler sounded from the group as Wolfe broke free of Hawke's grip and hit Taliesin across the cheek, sending the high elf stumbling away from him. Taliesin engulfed himself in flames that swirled and span around him like a tornado as he stood straight, wiping the trail of blood from the corner of his mouth.

Misty pulled Rislav The Righteous from her bag and flipped the cover, we're going to be here for a while, she thought, glancing at the group as Wolfe squared off against Taliesin, still wrapped in flames. Hawke stood between the two, trying to be the voice of reason as he tried to convince them not to fight. 

Someone cleared their throat, turning her attention to Vilkas as he stood with the book he had borrowed in his hands. He looked a little nervous until he took a deep breath, moving toward her as she slowly closed the book in her lap.

"I finished the book," he said, holding it out to her as she took it, "it was an interesting read, but I don't think it's something you would like."

Misty shrugged, keeping her eyes on the book as she slid it back into her bag, "probably not," she said, avoiding his gaze as best she could.

Vilkas cleared his throat, casting a glance toward Kieron, who had convinced him to talk to her...again. He took a deep breath, taking a seat on the rock near her as he looked off in the distance, watching the deer and elk run across the tundra. The air was thick with unsaid words and topics, making it difficult to breathe. He took another deep breath and licked his lips, looking at the side of her face as she concentrated on the page in front of her. He knew she was just pretending to be reading because she didn't move on from that page for a while. He swallowed, looking out over the tundra once again, remembering her voice crying out his name from the tent. His cheeks flushed at the memory, making him shift uncomfortably beside her. I should say something, he thought, but his mind was blank, except for the curiosity nagging at him as to what, exactly happened in the dream. He had a good idea, but he wanted to know details. He cursed under his breath, scuffing his boot against the dirt around the rock.

"You want to hear some music?" Misty asked, her voice quiet but steady.

He glanced at her, "please," he said, as she pulled out the strange device and starting doing something against it with her finger before music started playing from it (Here's to Us - Victorious Victoria Justice). He was hoping whatever this strange music was would make it less awkward to be around one another. He smiled at the song, listening to the lyrics of the song as Misty hummed along while reading the book in her hand. "You said this thing is a cellphone?" he asked, leaning over to look at the device sitting between them.

Misty nodded, lifting it from the rock and holding it out to him, "you can check it out, if you want. Just don't change any of the settings," she said as he took the phone from her hand, "basically if it asks if you're sure about something, push no."

Vilkas nodded, turning the strange device in his hand until he got to the buttons on the side. He pressed the larger one, turning the volume down slightly. Then the other way must make it louder, he thought, confirming his thought went the music got louder. He pressed the smaller button, waking the phone from it's screen sleep mod. He blinked at the brightly lit image of part of Inigo's face, Sirius's eye and a frowning Riordan in the background. "What is this?" he asked, showing her the screen.

She glanced at it, "that's a picture that Inigo took without realizing it. I put it as my lock screen because it's adorable and less embarassing than the image I had before," she said, closing the book as she looked at him, "you wanna learn how to take pictures?"

Vilkas nodded, handing the phone back to her as she turned the music off. She made some strange movement on the screen again before bringing up a painting of their surrounds that moved as the phone moved. He blinked at it in surprise, gently taking the phone from her hand as he moved it around, looking at the surrounding area before looking down at the same thing on the screen. "Amazing. How does it do that?" he asked, turning the phone around to look at things with it.

Misty shrugged, "I don't really have time to explain the mechanics of cameras," she said with a chuckle. She leaned over, pushing the red dot for taking pictures, instantly stilling the image on the phone. "The button at the bottom is how you take pictures," she slid her hand over the small area above the button, turning on the video feature, "and this lets you take video. Um...life in motion for a moment in time."

Vilkas nodded, pressing the button as he turned the phone around, recording the tundra and it's wildlife. "How do I stop it?" he asked.

"Same button," she said, watching him press it, stopping the video, "and you go to the small shot down in the corner there and it'll take you to the gallery. You'll be able to see all the pictures in the gallery through there too."

Vilkas pressed the button, his eyes widening at the video he had just taken, getting a chuckle from Misty.

"How do I stop it?" Vilkas's voice came out the speaker, surprising him.

"Same button," Misty's voice sounded before the video stopped.

"Fascinating," Vilkas said, pressing the play button to watch and hear it again. He glanced at Misty as she leaned toward the phone, watching the video with a smile.

"Not bad. Most professional photographers can't get shots like that," she said, sitting up as she opened the book in her lap, "you can play around with it if you want."

Vilkas nodded, sliding his finger from right to left, bringing up images of people wearing strange clothing. He recognized Misty in a few of the pictures and tilted his head at a couple with strange things in the background. "What's that?" he asked, pointing at a strangely shaped box with wheels.

Misty leaned over, looking at the car he pointed at in the picture of her and her cousin, "that's a car. A, um...horseless carriage, more or less," she said, getting a frown from the nord.

"You don't have horses where you are from?" he asked, getting a chuckle from the woman.

"Only in the country. There aren't many cities that have horses. New York City has horses because it's easier for the cops to get around in traffic jams with horses, but that's about it," she said, looking at the pictures with sad eyes as he swiped to the left.

He glanced at her, watching how her smile seemed to fade and her eyes looked sad, "do you miss your home?" he asked, his voice soft.

Misty took a deep breath and nodded, licking her lips as she did, "yeah, a little bit," she said, looking down at the book in her lap, "but I didn't have much of a life then. I was a fucking accountant, for Godssake. The craziest thing I had ever done in my life before being here was..." she paused, haulting what she was going to say before it could cause more questions. "Nevermind. I miss parts of my life before but I like it here. It's a simpler life. Sure there are dragons and bandits and dangerous creatures, but it's easier, in a way. It's not a strain on my patients or mind like it is in my world."

Vilkas gave her a small nod, looking at a picture of Misty sitting by a campfire. He noticed that a lot of the pictures she had was in were her by herself, "did you have husband?"
Misty looked at him with surprised wide eyes, "no. I..." she sighed, "I'm not considered desireable in my world because I'm a little over weight. Guys just want the girls with perky boobs and tight asses over a girl like me."

Vilkas frowned at that, glancing over Misty. Sure, she had a little more to her than most of the women he had come across, but he wouldn't have found her undesireable. If she wasn't so awkward, and had more confidence to her, he could see her as one of the most desireabe women in all of Skyrim. He smiled, scooting a little closer to her in the pretense of asking her about another picture with a cat in it. "And that?" he asked, getting an annoyed glance from the woman.

"That's my cat," she said, her voice sounding as annoyed as she looked as she folded her arms over her chest, "you're smarter than the normal nord, Vilkas. I would have expected you to know that."

Vilkas rolled his eyes, "I mean what's it's name," he asked, getting a glare from the woman.

 

Misty looked back at the cat in the image, "Camile, but I call her cammy-cammy-cat because she's adorable. She's a Lynx Point Siamese," she said, reaching over and swiping her finger across the screen, "and these handsome guys are my boys. The shepsky is named Teddy because he's a big teddybear and the Norwegian Elkhound is named...Now don't laugh, okay. I got him after I started playing Skyrim and was obsessed with the game so much so I named him...well...after you," she said, looking away as her cheeks flushed. 

Vilkas felt himself smile at her embarassment, "you named your dog after me? Why?" he asked, looking at the dog in the image.

Misty cleared her throat, licking her lips before lowering her eyes to the book in her lap still, "well...you're my second favorite NPC and my first favorite marriageable non-mod NPC," she said, wringing her hands on the cover of the book.

Vilkas watched her wring her hands for a moment before chuckling, "I don't understand any of that, but I'm flattered," he said, looking down at the phone, "who's taking care of them while you're gone?"

Misty took a deep breath, "my sister comes over once a week to tell me to call my mother and how to live my life and how I need to change this or that about myself," she growled, glaring at the book as she shoved it in her bag, "fucking bitch."

"I take it you don't like your sister?" he asked, handing her back her phone.

"No, not really," she said, taking a deep, calming breath as she took back the phone and glanced toward the others, who were now settled down enough to start walking again.
He smiled, "I know how you feel, but, I can't see my life without my brother there everyday," he said, looking at Farkas as he and Sirius talked about two-handed wielding techniques, smiling as Farkas took a stance with his sword, "he's not that bad."

Misty sighed and shook her head, "my mother played favorites," she said, sliding from the rock to her feet, "I think we're ready to go."

Vilkas nodded, stepping up beside her as they waited for the others to catch up.

"If you want to mess around with my phone, just ask," she said, getting a nod from Vilkas as they turned, heading to Whiterun.

"I'd like to know a little more details about that dream, but I understand if you don't want to talk about," he said, causing her to trip as she blushed.

She turned, giving him a red faced glare as he chuckled at her, "shut the fuck up."

He grinned as they walked, "Kieron is right, it is fun to make to blush," he said, blinking at the fury that was suddenly on her face.

"That son of a bitch," she hissed, turning and marching between everyone to stop Kieron in his tracks with her fists on her hips, "what the fuck is your major malfunction!"

Hawke sighed, turning to mediate between Misty and Kieron, even though Kieron was just standing there with his arms over his chest, smirking at Misty while the woman hollered and screamed at him, throwing out strange words that none of them understood, but they understood she was angry.

"At this rate, we'll never make it back to Whiterun," Sirius sighed, slapping Farkas in the chest, "come on. I don't think Hawke can handle the Princess by himself."

Farkas gave a nod as he and Sirius went to help.

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"Damn it, Riordan! Put me down!" Misty hollered, beating her fists against the high elf's steel plated back.

"No," he said, ignoring her demands.

"Damnit! As future High Queen of Skyrim, I am ordering you to put me the fuck down!" she screamed, trying to wriggle free of the large man's grasp.

"No," he repeated, getting a growl of frustration from the woman.

"For that, I'm putting you to work in the fucking mines, you ass," she growled, pushing against his shoulder to try and get free.

"Fine," he said, sounding annoyed.

She snorted, letting herself just hang from his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, "you're an ass," she grumbled with a sigh.

"So you've told me," he said, causing Misty to roll her eyes.

"Besides, you're not High Queen yet. You can't order anyone to do anything," Sirius said, giving her glare a grin.

"You're going in the mines too," she growled, getting a chuckle from the people around her.

They walked through the gates of the city, getting raised eyebrows from the guards at Misty being carried on Riordan's shoulder like a screaming child, except she wasn't screaming or kicking or crying. Not anymore, anyway. They made their way through the city, heading for Jorrvaskr, where they were met with a very angry huntress.

"Where in oblivion have you been!?!" she snarled at the brothers, glaring at them through the green paint.

"We were helping Messy cure Kodlak of Lycanthropy," Farkas said, nodding toward the woman over the high elf's shoulder.

Aela frowned, turning her glare to Vilkas, "is this true? How do you know she's not lying?"

Vilkas shook his head, "we don't, but if it's what the old man's last wishes are, who are we to deny them?"

Aela's frown deepened, "you don't even know anything about this stranger or these...visions she seems to have. She could be lying and them setting us up," Aela turned her glare to Misty as Riordan put her on the ground, "I think she's working with the Silver Hand."

Misty rolled her eyes, "look, Aela, I get that you don't trust me and Skjor and Kodlak dying may have made that worse, but I swear, on my dogs, I would never do anything to harm the Companions in any way."

Aela clicked her tongue as she moved to stand on the same step as Misty, leaning toward the woman with a glare, "I don't know who, or what you are, but until you prove otherwise, I don't trust you."

Misty swallowed, Aela being so angry and so close alerting all the warning bells in her head. She took a deep breath, slightly calming her fearful heart palpatations, "that's fine, but it doesn't relinquish the fact that Kodlak wanted to be cured and I'm going to do whatever it takes to make that a reality," she said, glad that her voice was steadier than she felt.

Aela snorted, before she stood straight and looked at Vilkas and Farkas, "if the old man wanted to be cured of lycanthropy, why wouldn't he say something to the rest of us? And how could this stranger know more about it than the rest of us?"

"I trust her, Aela, even if you don't," Vilkas said, giving Misty a nod.

Misty felt a little better, knowing that one person trusted her.

"If Vilkas trusts her, then so do I," Farkas said, slapping his hand down on Vilkas's shoulder, "besides, anyone that can take off a Hagraven's head with a pathetic sword like that is alright in my book."

Misty's face flushed at the compliment as she waved it away, "I just did what I had to do," she muttered, shuffling her feet.

Aela narrowed her eyes at Misty, making her a little nervous before she nodded toward the skyforge, "Eorland was able to assemble Wuuthrad. He's up at the forge," she said, turning to the doors of Jorrvaskr and heading inside.

Vilkas sighed and shook his head before turning to his brother, "I'll talk to her, you get Wuuthrad. We're going to need it for Kodlak's cure."

Farkas gave him a nod before heading for the forge and Vilkas turned to Misty and the others.

"I will come and get you when we're ready to leave," Vilkas said, getting a nod from Misty and the others.

"Hey, see if Bakhai wants to come with us, would ya? We'll get his locket for him if he does," Misty said, giving Vilkas a wave as she lead the group down the stairs.


Vilkas followed Aela down into the dorms of Jorrvaskr, easily keeping up with her quick pace as she moved back toward the circle's dorms. "Aela," He said, barely pulling her to a stop. He moved to stand in front of her, stopping her completely, "why are you acting like this? You're usually more level-headed."

"I just don't think trusting a random stranger that seems to know a lot about us is very wise on our part, Vilkas, and I'm surprised you do," she said, frowning at him as she folded her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at him, "what makes you so trusting of the outsiders?"

"She wants to help, Aela," he said, getting a deeper frown from the woman.

"'She'? The woman that Kodlak had summoned," she narrowed her eyes farther at him, tilting her head, "do you have a thing for her? This stranger?"

Vilkas blinked in surprise, his silver blue eyes widening for a moment before he frowned and shook his head, "that has nothing to do with Kodlak's last wish," he said, getting a snort from the huntress.

"So you do like her," she stated, shaking her head, "I don't care what that woman says. Being moon-born is not so much of a curse as you might think, Vilkas."

Vilkas frowned, folding his arms over his chest, "That's fine for you. But he wanted to be clean. He wanted to meet Ysgramor and know the glories of Sovngarde. But all that was taken from him," he growled, feeling the rage heating in his chest.

"And we will avenge him," she said, moving past him toward her room.

He turned, taking hold of her arm to stop her, "Kodlak did not care for vengeance and you know that," he growled, giving her arm a slight squeeze, "and that's not what this is about. We should be honoring Kodlak, no matter our own thoughts on the blood."

Aela jerked her arm from his hand, glaring at him. They stood there, glaring at one another for a few moments before she took a deep breath, lowering her eye as she nodded, "you're right, as always. It's what he wanted, and he deserved to have it, if nothing else."

Vilkas gave a nod as she seemed to calm down a little and turned toward a khajiit at the other end of the hallway, "if you want, Aela, you could come with us. I'm sure Kodlak would appriciate it if you did and Misty and her companions aren't as bad as they look."


Sirius gave Farkas a slap on the back as he joined the group with Wuuthrad in his hands, "glad to have you along, my friend," Sirius exclaimed, getting a smile from the nord.

Farkas gave him a bump on the chest as he glanced around, "Vilkas not here yet?"

Hawke shook his head, "not yet. I don't expect he'll be too much longer," he said, glancing at Misty and Wolfe as the imperial taught her a few blocking techniques.

He hit the blade in her hand, hard, jarring her arms as she stumbled back, falling onto her ass. Wolfe sighed, doing a fancy flip of the blades before sliding them back onto the sheaths on his hips. "You need to hold a stronger stance. That weak stance you keep taking isn't even good for intimidation," he said, helping her to her feet.

She clicked her tongue, grabbing the sword from the ground as she dusted herself off, "then show me how to stand. It's not a fucking fencing class. You can't just say "engard" and expect me to know this shit," she growled, giving him a shove, "again you ass, and this time, it's personal."

Wolfe gave her a raised eyebrow before chuckling as he pulled his daggers, spinning them around in his hand before crouching in a stance that he could attack or defend from, "just don't cry when I beat you, princess."

Misty clicked her tongue, mirroring his stance, "you and what army, hound dog?" she growled, getting a smirk from the imperial as he moved. She did too, having learned to follow his lead from being knock on her ass a few times already.

"You've got him, Misty," Kestrel cheered, distracting her for a split second and that's all Wolfe needed.

He moved in fast, slashing at her as she yelped, bringing her sword up in time to barely block his attack before falling back onto her ass.

She glared up at him, smacking his hand away as he laughed at her before getting to her feet, taking a defensive stance she had seen some of the bandits take when she was playing the game, "again!" she snarled, getting a raised eyebrow from the imperial in front of her.

S'ariq snorted, watching the woman with narrowed eyes, "this one thinks you should adjust your stance," he said, getting a glare from the woman.

"I'll be fine. They do this all the time on the game," she said, focusing her glare on Wolfe, "come on, toad. Let's see what you've got."

Wolfe rolled his eyes, "alright," he grumbled, moving quickly around her and slashing at her side.

Misty gave a yelp, dancing away as her hand went to her side. She slowly pulled her hand away, glad that there wasn't any blood, but there was a cut on the new armor Hawke had bought her. "Son of a bitch," she frowned at the cut, throwing her sword down before rushing at Wolfe and tackling him to the ground, "this was brand new you ass," she snarled, beating her fists against his arms as he held them up in defense, "fucking jackass!"

Wolfe chuckled, watching her face from the slit between his arms, "take it easy, princess. If it didn't protect you from my blade, how in oblivion is it supposed to protect you from a sword or waraxe?"

Misty snorted, glaring down at him as he slowly opened his arms. She reached out, smacking him across the face before getting to her feet, "that's for not going easy on me."

"You really think a bandit or assassin is going to go easy on you?" S'ariq asked, sneering at the woman's glare.

"I don't plan on letting them get that close," she said, going to the sword and lifting it from the ground before sliding it back onto her hip, "besides, what's the point of having several strong, strapping men along if I have to fight for myself?"

"True," Isengrim agreed.

"Not to point out the obvious, but, if you knew how to fight, that bandit wouldn't have gotten ahold of you like he did," Niall said, getting a glare from most of the people around him. He shrugged, "what? I'm kind of glad he did, but still."

"I don't think knowing how to fight would have helped much at that point," Kestrel said, trying to defend Misty.

"Yeah. He could have been bigger than her and stronger. Most things are," Isengrim said, wincing at the glare Kestrel shot her.

"That's why I want to learn," Misty said, turning to her friends, "so I don't have to rely on everyone else because, eventually, I might not be able to."

"Noble, if a bit rediculas," Hawke said, pushing away from the post he leaned against to stand in front of Misty. He put his hand on her shoulder, bringing her attention up to him, "I will always be around to keep you safe."

Misty snorted, "like the other night with the kidnapping bandit?" she asked, her words stabbing at his pride, making him wince. She put her hand around his wrist, moving his hand and arm away from her shoulder, "it's a pretty thought, Hawke, but you and I both know that I have to get stronger. Especially being the dragonborn. I mean, what kind of dragonborn falls down after one hit on her sword?"

"A weak one, that's what," Aela's voice startled Misty, making her jump as she turned to look at Aela, Vilkas and Bikhai. Aela folded her arms over her chest, cocking her hip to one side as she glared at Misty, "I'm coming along because I don't want you leading my shield-brothers into danger."

Sirius laughed, "Skyrim's full of danger. It would be strange if we didn't run into any danger," he said, getting a nod from Riordan and Farkas.

Aela sneered at him before turning her attention back to Misty, "if you lead us into a trap, I will not hesitate to kill you," she growled, her eyes glowing slightly. Hawke and Wolfe put themselves between Aela and Misty, standing with their backs straight and their shoulders back, bringing her attention to them.

"Let's all just calm down, alright?" Vilkas said, moving to stand between Aela and the two imperials.

"Yeah. We haven't even started this journey yet and you're already at each other's throats," Farkas said, moving to stand with his brother.

"She started it," Wolfe growled, glaring at Aela past the two nords and sounding very childish.

"Think you can take me, huh? You imperial scum?" Aela growled, moving forward.

Wolfe sneered at her, moving forward as well, "name the place and time, sweetheart," he growled back as Farkas held him and Vilkas held Aela.


S'ariq watched the two that smelled like dogs growl and bark at each other and he couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right decision in following along with this group. Sure, he got to kill a bunch of bandits, but the fighting seemed to be few and far between. Of course, it was nice to just lounge around the fire and listen to the woman read to them. His eyes moved to the woman, leaning around the one called Hawke as the smelly ones growled and snarled at one another. She seemed a little frightened at the exchange, but wasn't backing away, as he had thought she would.

"Enough!" Riordan's voice rang out over the group, silencing the arguing and making S'ariq jump. S'ariq had barely heard the man say three words the whole time he had known him, so the sudden shout scared him a little. Riordan moved toward the group, his eyes narrowed as he stood before the warriors, "do we really have time for this foolishness?" He turned his eyes to Aela, "if you're coming, come with good will or stay here. We've already got enough trouble with all we must do." He then turned his attention to Wolfe, who ducked his head, "if you want to help then do so without picking an arguement. All you've been doing since Sirius and I have joined you is pick an arguement with everyone you've come across."

"But she..." Wolfe started. Riordan cut him off by stepping forward.

"Shut. The fuck. Up," he growled, his cream colored eyes darker with anger. He stood tall, getting confused and slightly fearful glances from the men and women around him before he nodded toward the road, "we're going to cure Kodlak of his lycanthropy. Where are we supposed to go, Misty?"

Misty blinked, "um...Ysgramor's Tomb north of Winterhold," she said, her voice timid.

He gave a nod, "then that's where we're going," he said, holding his hand out to Misty, "come."

Misty obeyed, taking his hand as he lead her down the road to the left, heading for Winterhold. She kept her eyes on the ground, partially afraid to look at him, before glancing back to see the others fall in line, silently walking.

Several hours had passed before anyone said anything to each other, and it was more like awkward comments about the scenery or animals as they moved. Misty swallowed, glancing back to Wolfe and Taliesin, who had kept their eyes on the ground. Aela sneered and grumbled, but didn't say anything loudly and the others just remained silent. She met Isengrim and Kestrel's eyes getting concerned looks from the girls.

"Are you okay?" Isengrim mouthed.

Misty nodded, turning her attention back to Riordan as he walked a little ahead of her, still holding her hand. She swallowed again, clearing her throat before moving up to walk beside him, "um, Riordan? Are we...going the right...way?" she asked, her voice timid.

Riordan glanced at her with a raised eyebrow before realizing what he may have looked like to her. He sighed, giving her hand a slight squeeze as he smiled down at her, "I'm sorry if I scared you. I was just...agitated with the pointless noise and argueing," he said, looking a little tired for a moment.

Misty frowned, "Rio? Are you okay? You look a little weary," she said, leaning forward to get a better look at his face.

He nodded, "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern."

Misty still frowned at his words, "I don't believe you," she muttered, getting a smile from the tall man.

"I will be fine once we rest for the night," he said, as he glanced toward the horizon and the setting sun.

Misty nodded before giving a yawn, "I think everyone would like that."

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Misty helped Taliesin and Farkas gather fire wood to keep the fire lit. As amazing at destruction magic as Taliesin was, he could only do it for so long before running low on magicka. Misty gave a growl as she tried to remove part of a dead tree to take back, thinking that it would keep the fire lit through most of the night by itself."

"Messy, what're you doing?" Farkas's voice made her jump.

She hadn't traveled far from the camp, so someone would hear her if she screamed, but she thought he and Taliesin were farther out. She snorted, giving the log a kick, "I was trying to get this stupid thing broke apart to take it back to camp, but it's too heavy," she said, trying to pull the log once again.

"Why don't you gather smaller things, like twigs and sticks? You should be able to carry those without a problem," he said, shifting the large grouping of logs under his arm.

Misty gave a growl, leaning heavily to try using her body weight to pull the log out of the dirt, "I...Want...This one..." she said with a growl.

Farkas sighed, dropping his bundle to the ground before moving forward as he draw his greatsword, "how much of it do you want?"

"All of it," she said, between huffs.

Farkas rolled his eyes and shook his head as he leaned his hip against the log, "I can cut it into smaller pieces, but we best take the parts that aren't mostly dirt," he said, as he stood straight and raised the sword above his head before bringing it down hard and slashing through the drier parts of log. He moved to the other side of the limb she had been tugging on, gently moving her aside before bringing the sword down on the other side, slashing through that side without a problem as well. He took hold of the limb and gave a quick jerk, breaking the large piece off the fallen log before holding it out to her.

Misty snorted, taking the piece in her hands before he let go, giving her all the weight and causing her to jolt forward with her weight, "fuck, man," she growled, trying to lift it up off the ground.

Farkas watched her struggle with the piece of tree for a few seconds before sliding his sword back onto his back, "do you want me to carry it?"

"No I got it," she grunted, heaving it up and onto her shoulder like a club.

"Are you sure?" he asked, tilting his head as she stumbled a couple of paces.

"Yep," she growled, trying to walk forward and ending up stumbling back, "fuck."

Farkas moved forward, catching the back of the tree before it could tip her over, "let me help," he said, gathering the few hunks of wood he had gathered earlier under one arm while holding the piece of tree with the other.

Misty nodded, too winded to try to argue as he helped her carry it back to camp.

Hawke gave her a surprised blink as her and Farkas dropped the giant piece of wood along the outside of the camp, "couldn't find anything smaller?" he asked, giving Misty a smile as she dropped to the ground, breathing like she had run a marathon.

"She wouldn't leave it behind," Farkas said, dropping the bundle under his arm beside the giant piece of log, "I'll break it down in a little while."

Misty fell back, laying on the ground with her arms out at her sides as she breathed deep, trying to catch her breath, "that thing is fucking heavy."

"I told you to get something lighter," Farkas said, holding his hand out toward her.

She took a deep breath, taking his hand as she got to her feet, "but I wanted it."

"I want a sweetroll," Inigo sighed, leaning back against the log Sirius had pulled over for a seat.

"Me too," Isengrim sighed, checking the sharpness of her sword before sliding the whet stone against the blade.

"When are Vilkas, Aela and Riordan supposed to be back with dinner?" Wolfe grumbled, throwing his dagger at a tree.

Hawke shrugged, "soon."

Misty snorted, "I hate that word. Soon is never soon enough," she grumbled, sitting next to Sirius as he cleaned some dried blood off his steel armor.

"I agree," Kestrel said with a yawn as she lounged back on the log beside Isengrim.

"We're back," Vilkas said, helping Riordan haul a huge elk into the camp.

"Wow, good job, guys!" Misty exclaimed, feeling her stomach grumble at the thought of fresh butchered and cooked elk as she went to the carcass, "this thing's HUGE!"

"Aela killed it. She's very skilled," Riordan said, nodding toward the huntress as she moved toward the camp.

Misty gave her a smile but barely got a glance at the warrior woman took a seat on the edge of one of the logs, pulling her bow and quiver from her back.


Dinner was a mix of elk stew and kabobs with grilled vegetables.

"That was delicious," Farkas growled, getting a nod and hummed agreement from Sirius as he chewed on a hunk of elk like an animal.

Misty gave a satisfied sigh as she leaned back against the log with her hands behind her head, "I think I'll sleep real good tonight."

"Me too," Inigo said, putting his head behind his head as well.

Bikhai watched the strange woman and even stranger cat as they smiled at one another. He thought it was stranger still for there to be a group of people of different races that weren't bandits. He glanced at the high elf, muttering insults back and forth with an imperial that looked a little like a bandit.

"Your magic will be useless with a blade in your throat," Wolfe growled.

"Only if I let you get close enough with your blades," Taliesin said, taking a bite of stew.

Wolfe snorted, "like you would have a choice."

Hawke rolled his eyes at the two before turning back to the conversation with Isengrim, "I prefer a shield to help block when I go in for the kill."

"Really? I thought that a shield would be too cumbersome, so I don't use them," Isengrim said, looking over Hawke's shield.

"That's what I thought at first as well, but when I need the extra protection, I'm glad to have it," he said, getting a nod from the nord woman.

Vilkas and Riordan sat discussing a book that Riordan had in his hand that he had borrowed from Misty while Niall and Kestrel made suggestive comments to one another, as if reading from the Lusty Argonian Maid.

Bikhai glanced at the black khajiit, sitting off by himself as, he too, watched the group. Their eyes met and Bikhai gave him a small smile, getting a sneer from the cat before he moved to the other side of the camp, the khajiit's tail flicking in agitation. Bikhai sighed, finishing off his stew before setting the bowl with the others' dirty dishes.

"Bikhai, what is it that you do, my friend?" Inigo asked, getting a slightly confused blink from the dark orange cat.

"That is a long story that this one is not ready to tell just yet," Bikhai said, expecting for the others to press, as most usually did.

"That's fine with us," Hawke said, getting a nod of agreement from the others.

"We understand," Wolfe said, slapping Taliesin hard on the back, jolting the man and causing him to choke on a piece of carrot, "right?"

Taliesin gave him a glare before putting his hand on Wolfe's shoulder, "right," he coughed as frost appeared on Wolfe's shoulder, coming from Taliesin's hand.

The two glared at one another from a few inches away, both their grins looking more like snarls and bore teeth.

Bikhai blinked at that before smiling, "I am most grateful for that, thank you," he said, getting a chuckle from Inigo as he stretched.

"Do not worry, my friend. Everyone has a story they are not willing to tell," Inigo said, getting a nod from the others, "except Misty. She tells everyone everything."

Misty clicked her tongue as she gave him a glare, "Inigo, I love you, but you tow that line or you go in the mines too," she said, getting chuckles and laughs from the others.

Aela stood, moving away from the camp, "I'll take watch," she said, her voice sounding more distant than it had earlier.

Misty watched her walk to an area where Kieron was sitting on an upturned log, recognizing the sad set in her shoulders, even if Aela or the others didn't. She thought for a little while, looking at her feet in front of her as she lowered her hands and leaned her head back against the log. First, Skjor died and she was really close with him, right? Then Kodlak. She may not have shown it, but maybe Aela feels...lost...

"What are you thinking, Lass?" Kieron asked, as he took a seat on the log next to her.

Misty blinked, glancing up at him before looking past him to Aela, "nothing really," she said, looking back down at her hands in her lap. She took a deep breath, thinking about when her grandmother had died and how upset and lost she felt. Her grandmother had always been there for her, listening to her problems and giving her advice when needed without wanting anything in return or judging her.

"You look a little sad, my friend," Inigo said, leaning forward to look at her face.

Misty shook her head, "I'm alright, really," she said, giving him a smile, "just a little tired."

Hawke stood with a stretch, "yeah. We should head to bed," he said, getting nods, yawns and stretches in response.


Misty stepped out of the tent, giving a yawn as she pulled the cloak tight around herself. She couldn't get to sleep, too excited and nervous about getting to Ysgramor's tomb to cure Kodlak. She glanced toward Hawke as he walked back from Aela, shaking his head. "What's wrong?" she asked, keeping her voice low so she wouldn't wake anyone up.

"I offered to take over so she could get some sleep, but she refused," he said, folding his arms over his chest as he glanced back at Aela, "I think she doesn't trust us."

Misty nodded, "I'm going to talk to her. I think I know the real reason," she said, getting a nod from Hawke before he headed for one of the tents. Misty made her way over to Aela and leaned forward, giving the woman a smile. "Is this seat taken?"

Aela frowned at her before motioning to the log, "go ahead, if you must?"

Misty took a seat a little ways from Aela and looked up at the stars, listening to the sounds of the night. She licked her lips, giving Aela a sideways glance before swallowing, "it's okay to cry, you know."

Aela shot her a glare, "what in oblivion are you talking about?"

Misty turned to face her more, "Skjor and Kodlak's deaths. It's okay to cry."

Aela frowned at her as she folded her arms over her chest, "what kind of woman do you take me for?"

Misty shrugged, wringing her hands in her lap as she looked down at them, "well, I just thought..."

"Well, you thought wrong," Aela growled, getting to her feet as she glared down at Misty, her eyes glowing a slight golden color, "I am a nord warrior. A Companion. I have fought many beast, bandits, and warriors and have not lost to a single one. I do not cry."

Misty frowned, looking up at the woman from her seat, "do you not bleed?"

Aela scoffed, "of course I bleed? Only the undead do not bleed."

Misty looked her in the eyes, "do you not feel?"

Aela frowned at her, folding her arms over her chest, "if you have a point make it. I grow weary of this conversation."

Misty stood, taking a deep breath, "it doesn't matter how many times you keep telling yourself that Skjor and Kodlak knew their fate, you still had a connection with them on some level. It still hurts," she said, getting a glare from the woman as she continued, "there's still an empty void in your heart that throbs everytime something reminds you of them. A smell. A word. A voice. It's okay to hurt for a while and to cry, Aela."

Aela snorted, "you dare tell ME how I feel? You don't know as much as you think you do about Skyrim and it's people."

"But I know pain," Misty growled, cutting Aela's rant off, "I know the heartache of someone dear to you suddenly ripped from the world. You think, it's not fair. Why them? Why now? You beg for them to return, your heart leaping everytime that door opens, hoping that it's them walking through, only to have your heart break every time it's someone else," she paused, the tears sliding down her cheeks. She sniffled and wiped them, licking her lips before continuing, "it's okay to cry, Aela. Even the strongest warriors cry sometimes and as long as you remember them and tell their stories for generations to come, they will never be forgotten."

Aela's hands dropped as she swallowed, her eyes back to normal and glassing over, "only milk drinkers cry," she said, even as her voice choked on the words.

Misty moved forward, wrapping her arms around Aela as the woman stood there, "it's okay, Aela. You've been strong long enough. Let someone else help carry your burden."

Aela's bottom lip quivered and she bit down on it, cursing herself for losing the grip she had on her emotions. She slowly wrapped her arms around Misty, letting the smaller woman hold her as she put her head against her shoulder and sobbed. "I told him that you might be right. I warned him that, just in case, he should take a shield sibling with him," she said between sobs, "I offered to go with him but he said no. I should have gone along anyway. I shouldn't have let him go alone. I should....I should have...." Misty stroked her hair as she cried with her, feeling the same ache as Aela. "And when the silver hand killed Kodlak...I couldn't do anything. I watched them storm in and cut him down before my very eyes...AND I DID NOTHING!!" Misty grunted against the tightening of Aela's arms around her as she collapsed with only Misty to help lower her to the ground. Aela the huntress cried against Misty's shoulder, her sobs shaking her with each inhale. She had just pushed the pain down, choosing to ignore to obvious emptiness that she was feeling at the loss of Skjor and Kodlak. "Why? Why did he go in there alone?" she whispered against Misty's hair, her mind going over when she had first spoke with this woman.

"You shouldn't go in there alone, Skjor or you won't come back out....There are too many of them and you can't take them all, despite this glorious image of yourself you have in your fucking head. If you go in that fort alone. YOU. WILL. DIE."

Aela sniffled, closing her eyes at the image of Skjor heading into the fort alone. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice soft, "he should have listened to you. WE should have listened to you. I'm sorry."

Misty nodded as the women moved away from one another, "it's alright. I understand why you didn't," she said, getting a nod from the huntress.

Aela took a deep breath, wiping her tears as she sniffled and smiled, "I'm no milk drinker, but I do feel a little better," she admitted, getting a smile from Misty.

"Sometimes, a good cry is all you need," Misty said as she moved to sit on the log and pulled the phone from her satchel, "how about I put on some music and you tell me stories about Skjor and Kodlak? I'd really like to hear them."

Aela nodded as she sat back up on the log and sighed, "where to begin."

Misty smiled, tapping play on Golden Slumbers sung by Jennifer Hudson before shrugging, "how about when you had first joined the companions?"

Aela nodded, "as good a place as any to start."


 

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Misty listened to Aela's stories of Skjor and Kodlak fighting a giant or a hord of giants or orcs. Misty laughed as she told of when Skjor had tried to woo her with a bouquet of wild flowers, which she had use for kindling at some point the same day.

Scream by Avenged Sevenfold played while Aela smiled up at the sky, "Skjor would have liked this music. It's so feral and wild, like he was."

Misty bobbed her head along with the music, blinking at the lightening of the sky on the horizon, "morning already?"

"Mmmhmm," she hummed, getting to her feet with a sigh and a stretch, "well, we can't have the men doing all the cooking, can we? Come, let us hunt and I will show you how to use that bow."

Misty blinked in surprise at her offer before getting to her feet, "okay. Do you think I need my armor?" she asked, hoping that the answer was no. She didn't think Aela would wait for her to struggle with her armor.

"Not that I'm aware, but you must be vigilant while we hunt, lest an enemy get the drop on us," Aela said, leading the way back to the dying fire.

Misty sighed, running her hand through her hair before heading for her equipment sitting beside the women's tent. "I hope I don't die during this," she muttered as she followed Aela out of the camp.


The morning birds twittered in the trees as the sun peeked through the branches of the spruces. The wind blew gently through the leave, wrustling them to create a Shhhhh sound. The smell of dew and fresh air would give a person peace of mind. A deer nibbled on some grass not far from a boulder where two women crouched, readying their bows. Misty tried to control her breathing as she pulled the bow string back as far as she could, her eyes focused on the deer ahead of them as her heart hammered in her chest. It wasn't the same hammering her heart did when she was about to kill a person. That was fear and slight disgust of what she was about to do. This. This was excitement. The thrill of the kill. The hunt.

"Easy now," Aela whispered, taking aim as well, should Misty miss.

Misty gave a slow nod, taking a deep breath before slowly blowing it out through her mouth before loosing the arrow. The deer gave a squeal, it's head going down as it's leg went up, the hooved foot trying to remove the arrow from the side of it's neck as it jumped around, bleating loudly. Aela loosed her arrow as Misty moved forward, drawing her sword as the arrow hit the deer in the side, toppling it over as Misty appeared above it. She brought the sword point down behind the shoulder blade, killing it instantly. She huffed as she pulled her sword, looking down at their kill with a smile.

"Good hunting, that," Aela said, kneeling before the deer, "we'll be able to get some good meat from it.

Misty nodded as Aela handed her her bow, "I was aiming for the spot where I stabbed, but I think I loosed it weird," she said, sliding the bow back onto her back.

Aela nodded, "so, you know how to hunt. I'm surprised."

Misty nodded, "I use to hunt with my uncles in my world, but that was always with a gun, not a bow," she said, moving to take hold of the animal's legs.

"We'll use that smaller log to carry it back on our shoulders," Aela said, getting to her feet to get the log.

Misty made quick work of tieing the creature's legs around the log, making sure they were tied tight before the girls lifted the log onto their shoulders. Misty gave a grunt, misjudging how heavy the deer was, but gave Aela's concerned glance back a nod before they headed back toward the camp.


"There they are," Vilkas said, looking and sounding relieved as the women carried the deer into camp.

Everyone else looked as relieved as Vilkas did.

"So, if you can kill it, you can butcher it, right?" Aela asked, handing Misty a dagger.

Misty nodded, "usually, back home, we did this by hanging it from a rack or a tree limb," she said, getting a nod from Aela.

"Hey you, altmer," Aela said, nodding at Riordan, "lift this to that tree limb there," she motioned to a highish tree limb.

"Upside down," Misty said as he started to lift the head.



Once the deer was hung upside down, Misty cut the throat, bleeding the deer to prepare it for butchering. Once the deer was bled, she started cutting out the guts, starting near the anal cavity. Because of the way her uncles taught her, explaining that the government needs to know what gender the deer was, she cut around the genitles, being very careful not to cut the colon tube. She cut around the tube, pulling gently as she did to leave behind the meat. Standing on her tip toes, she cut a little into the stomach cavity, making a big enough hole to stick a couple of her fingers into it, lifting the skin of the underbelly away from the body to make sure not to cut the organs within. She cut, carefully, down the middle of the stomach as the guts spilled out and over her hands and arms. She frowned, taking a gentle hold of the guts and moving them out of the way as she cut down the stomach and chest. Once she reached the neck, she pulled the guts from the deer, tossing them in a bucket that Riordan had brought over to her.
She wiped the sweat from her upper lip with the back of her arm before going to work skinning the deer, starting at the inside of the back leg of the deer. She cut down to the skin that she had already removed before carefully cutting the skin away from the legs. She cut the skin at the beginning of the cut, around the leg, taking hold of it before pulling out and away from the meat of the leg. She took a deep breath, taking a hold of the hide before pulling down, removing most of the hide from the legs and rump. She stopped, moving around to the back to cut through the tail bone, being careful as she cut the fat around the tail before pulling the skin down with all her might, using her hand to help seperate the skin from the meat. Once down to the Jaw, Misty took the dagger and sliced through the neck, removing the head from the deer. She made quick work to remove the hide from the deer, absently handing it off to Aela before getting to work on removing the meat from the carcass.

"Hey, Rio, could you get this down for me. And I need a bucket of clean water," she said, getting a nod from the tall man as he removed the deer from the tree limb and lowered it to the ground.

She started by cutting along the spine and around a largeish hunk of meat from the back of the carcass, pulling the tenderloin from the body before putting it in the bucket of water Vilkas had brought her.

"I honestly thought that Aela had killed you and dumped your body somewhere in the woods," he said, standing straight as he watched her cut around the ballsocket of the leg, breaking it from the body with a crack. "You really know what you're doing."

Misty shrugged, dropping the leg into the bucket of cold water, "I learned from my uncles. They took me hunting a lot when I was a kid. They thought it would help me fend for myself," she said, starting to remove the other back leg, "who wouldda known that I'd actually be using this to make breakfast for a bunch of fictional characters."

Vilkas nodded, glancing at the meat as she put it in the water before going back to the carcass, "I'll take this to the fire and get it cooked up," he said, lifting the bucket before heading back.

S'ariq watched the woman, fascinated by how quickly she butchered the poor animal when she was afraid of so many things. Her eyes focused on what she was doing, being careful of the meat as she cut the shoulder from the deer. Farkas brought another bucket of cold water back with fresh water, putting it beside her before moving around the carcass to hold it from the other side as she cut the meat that would be around the stomach. She cut along the spine and the side of the ribs, making smaller cuts as she pulled the back meat from the bones. She cut some of the rib meat from the side, dropping it into the bucket. She cut the neck meat from the deer, turning it as she did before repeating the process on the other side of the carcass until it looked picked clean.

"Not bad," Farkas said, picking up the bucket as he stood.

Misty stood with him, wiping her brow with the back of her wrist, "I haven't done that in a while. I almost forgot how much fun it was."

Farkas nodded as he walked back to the camp with her, blinking at the stomach growl from the woman. He chuckled as Misty blushed, rubbing the back of her head as she chuckled with him.

"I guess I'm a little hungry," she said, licking her lips at the smell of cooked deer.

"These are some fine cuts of meat," Aela said, skewering a few pieces of meat before handing them off to Kestrel.

"Color me impressed, lass," Kieron said, giving her a smile as she took a seat next to Taliesin.

"I didn't know you knew how to butcher a carcass," Hawke said, getting an eye roll from the woman.

"You never asked either," she said, getting a chuckle from the high elf next to her.

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The landscape went from a warmish, spring forest to the dead of winter as they walked. Misty gripped her cloak against the quick change in temperature, wincing against the biting wind that blew at them like an angry scream in the face.

"Why does it always have to be so fucking cold," she growled against her hands as she tried to warm them.

"The climate change is so fast my head is spinning," Kestrel said, tightening her grip on her cloak as well.

Isengrim gave her freezing friends a smile, "come on, girls. If we keep moving it won't be so cold," she said, putting her arms around their shoulders as they walked.
Fire flickered in Taliesin's hands, keeping them warm as they walked.

"Why don't you do that swirling fire thing?" Wolfe growled at him as he shivered, "that might help keep everyone else warm.

Taliesin narrowed his eyes at the imperial, "because that uses too much magicka and doesn't last very long," he said, giving Wolfe a deviant grin, "I could hold your hand, if you want."

Wolfe snorted, "you touch my hands and you'll wake up with a dagger in the throat," Wolfe growled at him a Taliesin shrugged.

"Suit yourself," he said, blowing into the fire between his hands, sending embers into the cold air.


They trudged on, ducking their heads against the freezing cold wind as it howled and roared.

"How far do we have left to go?" Hawke hollered ahead to Vilkas, Farkas and Aela, whom had taken point to lead everyone to the tomb.

"I think we're near Windhelm so, another day's journey," Vilkas called back over the wind.

Wolfe clicked his tongue, pulling the hood tighter around his head, "if we don't get there soon, I'm going to freeze to death," he growled, giving a shiver.

"I still have a free hand," Taliesin said, giving the man an elbow in the arm and a grin.

Kestrel had taken Taliesin up on his magically warmed hands, holding his right hand with both hers.

Wolfe snorted, "fuck you," he growled, getting a chuckle from the man.

"You alright, Misty?" Sirius asked, leaning forward to look at her face.

Misty nodded, her body shivering so much that she was afraid she'd bite her tongue off.

Sirius smiled, removing his cloak to drape it over her shoulders.

"No...Si..." Misty tried to protest, only to get a head shake from the man.

"I'm a nord. I can handle the cold better than you," he said, clipping the cloak in place for her and pulling it shut around her front, "besides, you look like you could use the extra layer."

It was warm, not warm enough, but warmer, still. She swallowed, lowering her head as he pulled the hood up and over her head, making sure it framed her face before leaning down to smile at her. "Better?"

She nodded, sniffling against the cold as he draped his arm around her, helping her walk through the snow.


The cold wind bit at her cheeks and nose as they tredged through the snow. The warm campfire and bedroll seemed so distant now, even though she carried it on her back. Her teeth chattered as another gust of wind blew her cloak apart, causing her to yelp and huddle down with her arms wrapped around herself, shivering.

"Misty!" Hawke moved up to her, kneeling in the snow as the wind blew snow around them.

Misty shook her head, having a hard time conveying anything as she shook, "I c-c-can't m-move anym-m-more. I'm f-f-f-freez-zing," she said, lowering her chin to her chest. The armor did nothing to keep out the cold and even less to keep out the wind.

Hawke took her hands in his, holding them between his hands as he blew hot breath over them. "Your hands are so cold," he said, giving her hands a little squeeze.

"What's wrong? She can't handle a little cold?" Vilkas chuckled, his expression sobering when Hawke moved his hands enough to give Vilkas a view of them. Her fingers were blotchy and swollen looking with pale blisters, the beginnings of frostbite.

Kieron moved forward, lifting Misty from the ground before wrapping his cloak around her and himself, "we have to get her somewhere warm, and fast," he said, holding her tight against his chest as she shivered. He looked down at her, his brows knit together as she sniffled and her teeth chattered, "it's alright, lass. You'll be alright."

Misty was shaking so badly her muscles were starting to bunch up, hurting with every shake of her body.

"There was a cave a half mile back," Aela said, furrowing her brow at the woman curled up in Kieron's arms.

"Then that's where we're going," Hawke said, taking the lead back the way they had came.

"Is she alright?" Isengrim asked, moving forward to watch Misty as she shook.

Kieron shook his head, "I don't know, lass," he said, looking down at the woman in his arms as she shook again, this time hard enough that he had to hold her tighter before he dropped her.



They entered the cave, taking care of a few dangerous, strange creatures before Wolfe and Taliesin worked to make up a fire while the others made camp.



"It's chilly in here too," Inigo said, warming his hands at the fire the Taliesin's magic blew into.

"Khajiit does not like the cold," S'ariq growled, his body huddled and his tail curled around his feet.

Bikhai agreed, folding his arms as he tried to soak up a little heat from the fire.

Misty's vision blurred in and out, her hearing doing the same as she tried to keep her eyes open. She looked up at Kieron, his face bluring with her vision.

"Stay awake, Lass," he said, his voice becoming distant and garbled, "stay awake..."

Then, darkness.


"Lass...Lass!" Kieron gave her a small shake, trying to wake her and frowning when she didn't move, "damn."

"What's wrong?" Hawke asked, getting to his feet as he looked toward Kieron and Misty.

"She's passed out," Kieron growled, ripping his cloak from his shoulders before trying to undo her's.

"I'll get a bedroll ready," Vilkas said, going into the tent as he gave Taliesin's boot a kick, "you. Mage. Come with me."

Taliesin gave him a raised eyebrow, but followed the Companion into the tent without a word.

"What're you doing?" Wolfe asked, glaring at Kieron as the man removed the cloaks and her armor.

"It'll be easier to warm her up without the extra layers of clothing," he said, catching Misty as she fell back, her body completely limp. "Work with me a little, lass."

"Do you need help?" Inigo asked, getting a nod from the large nord.

"Get her boots off. We've got to check her feet," Kieron said, checking over her windburned face.

Inigo pulled them off, being careful in case her feet were frostbitten like her hands. He frowned at the paleness of her toes and tips of her feet, glancing up at Kieron to see what to do. "Her feet are pale."

Kieron cursed under his breath as he looked down at her feet, "we're lucky we caught it in time. She just needs to be warmed up," he said, taking her with him as he stood and went to the tent where Vilkas and Taliesin had set up a bedroll.

Taliesin's magic encircled the bedroll as he cast a warmth enchantment on the blanketing before glancing at Misty in Kieron's arms. Her arm dangled limply from her shoulder and her head lulled back, leaving her mouth hanging open. If he didn't know better, Taliesin might have thought that she was dead, so close to it. He pulled the blanket back as the large nord Misty had an infatuation with lay her on the bedding.

"We'll need to take turns trying to warm her up, or we might lose her," Kieron said, getting a nod from Taliesin as Kieron slid into the bed beside her. She seemed to gain consciousness after a few moments, her eyelashes fluttering before she fell back down into unconsciousness. "Lass. Lass! Damn."

Vilkas's hand fell on Taliesin's shoulder, causing the high elf to grunt against the impact and turn his attention to the nord, "you can generate heat with your magic."

Taliesin blinked at that before glancing at Misty and Kieron, not sure what to do.

"Strip to your tunic and get in on the other side of her,"Vilkas said, sounding annoyed, "that's the only way it'll help her."

Taliesin swallowed and gave a nod, removing his armor and cloak and boots before crawling under the blanket opposite of Kieron. He didn't know where to put his hands, feeling extremely strange to be laying next to an unconscious woman, especially one he considered a friend and hoped to be more. His fingertips traced the amulet of Mara around her neck and he frowned at how cold the piece of jewelry was. Reaching around to the back of her neck to unhook the necklace before putting it on the cold ground behind him. He frowned at how cold she felt, her very skin an icicle. "Is she going to be okay?" he asked, feeling like a child once again.

Kieron sighed, sliding his arm under her head as he lay his head down, "I don't know. We'll have to wait and see what happens."

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"Melissa, when are you going to find a nice guy to settle down with," her sister asked, giving her that I'm better than you look she always gave Misty.

Misty rolled her eyes, "you act like I haven't been trying, Courtney. I've been on three dates over the last two weeks and none of them wanted to have anything to do with me," she said, giving the finishing move cinema a grin, "nice."

"Maybe it's all the video games you play. You ever think of that?" Courtney chided, giving Misty a glare from the end of the couch.

Misty sighed, pausing her game before looking at her sister, "not this again, Courtney. I told you, this is how I unwind. I've had a really hard day at the office and this is how I deal with it," she said, giving the cat laying across the back of the couch a smile and a pet, "right Cammy-Cam?"

"Meow," the cat replied, purring loudly as she pet the soft, furry creature.

"It's not a way to unwind. It's an obsession," Courtney growled, motioning to the dogs nipping and growling at one another as they lay near the back doors, playing. "Someone who uses a game to unwind wouldn't name their pet after one of the characters."

"They would if they played enough," Misty muttered, getting another meow from the cat as she jumped down onto Misty's lap and stretched.

"You're obsessed. No wonder you don't have a boyfriend," Courtney said, folding her arms over her chest.

Misty shook her head, "if I was obsessed, Court, I wouldn't be dating any guys in real life because they couldn't hold a candle to my NPC guys," she said, getting to her feet as she picked up the cat, "I'm doing just fine without a guy and you need to stop trying to tell me how to live my life."

"I'm just trying to help, Melissa. I don't want you to end up like on of those old women that live with hundreds of cats because she couldn't find a man," Courtney said, sighing at Vilkas as he trotted over to her and nosed her hand to get her attention, "you can't name every pet after a character you like and I don't think the neighbors would like you having more than a few pets at a time."

Misty clicked her tongue, "like I give a fuck what the neighbors think. They've already called the cops on me because Teddy caught one of their brats trying to break into my back window. It's not my fault he's a good protector. Isn't that right boy? Yes he is," she said, getting a whuring sort of howl from the older dog as he wagged his tail.

Courtney rolled her eyes, absentmindedly petting Vilkas's head as she sighed, "when are you going to grow up and start living like an adult?"

Misty sighed, feeling a headache starting at her temples, "what're you talking about? I pay my bills. I go to work. I make sure the pets are fed and watered. I even mow my own lawn and shovel my own snow in winter. I don't know how much more adult you want me to get," she said, putting Camile, the cat, down on the floor.

"How about you start by getting rid of the video games? That might be a good start," Courtney said, nodding toward the gaming system.

Misty snorted, "no fucking way. I spent almost two hundred bucks on the system, not to the money I spent on the games. I'm not getting rid of anything," she growled, getting a low woof from Vilkas, "besides, it's been scientifically proven that people who play video games have a better reaction time than people who don't."

Courtney clicked her tongue, folding her arms over her chest, "if you don't get rid of the games, I'm not going to come over anymore."

"Fine. I didn't want you checking up on me anyway," Misty growled, going to the front of the couch and falling back onto it, "now, if you'll excuse me, I have a war to stop." She slapped the couch beside her, signaling Vilkas and Teddy to hop up besides her. Her two favorite pillows.

Courtney stood there for a moment, glaring at her sister before snorting and turning to grab her purse, "don't be surprised if I don't come back," she said, getting a hummed reply as she left the house.

Misty sucked her teeth, "I don't need her checking up on my like I'm a fucking child anyway. I've just got myself, Skyrim and my two favorite boys," she said, giving the dogs a rough pet, getting a bark from Vilkas. She chuckled at his excited tail wag, "exactly. Now, TO WINDHELM!"


Everyone took turns trying to warm up Misty's cold body, each one hoping that she would wake up and each walking away with hung heads. Finally, when they thought she would never wake up again, Misty stirred between Hawke and Bikhai's bodies and arms.

Misty groaned as she swam up from the darkness that had consumed her for the last few hours, her head pounding and her fingers and toes hurting and almost too hot.

"She is awake," a low, growly voice said from slightly above her.

She slowly opened her eyes, feeling sore all over as she slowly blinked at the furry orange chest in front of her. A hand gently touched her face, turning her attention to the handsome man smiling down at her. His white blonde hair falling into his green eyes.

"I'm so glad you're awake," he said, his accent strange to her and for a moment, she couldn't remember his name.

"How do you feel?" Bikhai asked, brushing her hair away from her still red face.

Misty swallowed, coughing a couple of times before clearing her throat, "okay, I guess. My fingers and toes hurt a little bit."

"That's normal for having near frostbite," Hawke said, sitting up as he did.

"Why does the rest of me hurt?" she asked, her voice rough and unused.

"You've been asleep for days," Bikhai said, the ears on the top of his head laying back, "we were beginning to wonder if you were going to wake up."

Misty blinked at him in surprise, her head pounding as she moved back, bringing her wrapped hands to her head. Her eyes widened in surprise at the bandages wrapped around her hands and fingers, "why..."

"Your hands had started to blister a day or two ago. Vilkas wrapped them so the blisters didn't burst and get infected," Hawke explained, gently helping her sit up.

Her bandaged hands went to her head as the pounding hammered at her brain, "my head hurts," she grumbled, her voice groggy.

"You're probably hungry," Hawke said, getting to his feet and leaning down to help her to her's, "easy now. Don't push yourself too quickly."

Misty stumbled once on her feet, falling against Hawke as she tried to keep her balance.

Bikhai stood as well, gently taking her arm with his large, furry hands to help steady her, "take it slow, yes?"

Misty swallowed past the driness in her throat and nodded, using their hands and gentle grips more than she cared to admit to help her walk. She frowned down at her feet, also wrapped in bandages, and took a few deep breaths as they held back the tent flaps.

Aela was the first to notice and gave Misty a relieved smile, "about time you woke up. I was starting to get stir crazy being in this cave for so long," she said, bringing everyone's attention to Misty.

Misty smirked at her, "I sensed that and decided you, spacifically, could wait for me to wake up," she said, getting a chuckle from the woman as Hawke and Bikhai helped her to the sitting area around the roaring fire.

"How are your fingers and toes?" Inigo asked, taking a seat next to her as he looked down at her wrapped hands.

Misty shrugged, "I don't know, but they hurt a little."

"Hurting is good," Vilkas said, sitting on her other said as he took her hand and started to unwrap it, "that means you still have feeling."

She nodded, furrowing her brow at the pounding in her head as she put her other wrapped hand to her head, "ow," she grumbled under her breath.



"Here. Have some cabbage potato soup," Kestrel said, holding a bowl of steaming liquid out for her.

Inigo took the bowl from her, giving Misty's frown a smile, "you are injured. I do not want you to farther injure yourself because you cannot hold a bowl of hot soup properly," he said, getting an annoyed eyeroll from the woman.

"I'm feeding myself," she growled, getting a nod from the blue khajiit. She looked at her hand as Vilkas pulled the last of the bandage from it, frowning at the raw looking fingers on the end of her hand.

"We'll let your fingers breathe for a little while. Maybe that'll help a little," he said, starting to unwrap her other hand.

"So, can I use them to eat and stuff?" she asked, looking at him as he concentrated on what he was doing.

"You could try, but I wouldn't recommend it until your hands are fully healed," he said, glancing up to meet her eyes, "which could take a while."

Misty sighed, looking down at her wrapped feet, "same goes for my feet too, I'm assuming."

He nodded, being careful not to take any skin with the bandages.

"I don't want anyone carrying me anywhere," she growled, giving him a glare.

"You might not have a choice," Vilkas said, balling the bandages up before tossing them into the fire.

She looked at her hands, raw and wet looking, as he patted his leg.

"Put your foot up here," he said, getting a nod from the woman as she swung her leg up onto his lap.

"Next time your fingers and toes start to hurt and go numb, tell one of us," Kieron's voice was both relieved and agitated.

Misty snorted, shooting him a glare, "I said I was cold," she growled at him, going back to watching Vilkas unwrap her foot.

"My fingers and toes hurt would have been a better thing to say," Farkas said from the other side of the fire.

"I'm not a fucking child. Don't scould me like one," she snarled, feeling her temper start to boil over.

"Easy, princess. They were just worried about you," Sirius said, giving her his own concerned blue eyes.

"I don't fucking need this shit," she growled, dropping her foot, roughly, to the ground before standing...sort of.

Inigo reached out, taking hold of her arm to keep her up as she huffed and winced at the pain in her toes. "It is alright, my friend. I have you," he said, setting the soup down on the rock before taking her arm and shoulder to help her to the tent. Misty's sniffle turned Inigo's eyes to her face. His eyes widened in surprise at the tears rolling down her cheeks. He knelt with her, helping her on the bedroll as he furrowed his brow, "are you hurt? I can get Taliesin to help," he said, starting to get up.

Misty's hand shot out, grabbing his hand before he could move away, "no!" she whimpered, "please, don't leave me."

Inigo blinked down at the woman, his expression softening as he knelt in front of her, giving her a gentle smile, "I'm not going anywhere, my friend," he said, putting his hand against her cheek and wiping the tears with his thumb.

She sniffled, giving a sob before falling forward against his chest, crying.

Inigo wrapped his arms around her, stroking her hair to try and soothe her as she sobbed and whimpered against his furred chest. It upset him to see his friend so upset and he felt completely useless at not knowing what the problem was. Is she hurting? he thought, nuzzling her hair as he rocked from side to side.

"I want to go home," she sobbed against his shoulder, her raw hands balling in his soft fur as she cried, "I wanna go home." Everything was starting to pile up against her. The frostbite. The weight of the armor. The quests that were harder than just pushing a button. The cold. How useless she felt at every turn. How small and insignificant. How everyone was looking at her to stop the dragons. They may not have been right now, but they would be, eventually. She felt weighed down, stifled, like she couldn't move or was moving through sludge all the time. She didn't know if she wanted to do this anymore. Playing the game was one thing, eventually, you could save and turn the console off. Play something else. Living it was a whole other story. There was no pause button. No save game. If you died, you died and that was that. She felt the tingling and sharp pain in her fingers and toes and gave another sob, starting another round of crying. "I don't want to do this anymore. I don't wanna play anymore. I wanna go home. I wanna go home."

Inigo tightened his arms around her, furrowing his brow at what she was saying and knowing there wasn't much he could do about that. He knew she wasn't from this world, or claimed not to be, but it still hurt a little bit to hear his friend so upset. "If you hadn't have been brought here, I would not have met you and then I would have never known anything. I mean I..." Inigo gave a frustrated huff, "if I make a funny face will it help you stop being so sad? I am not good with my words right now."

Misty sniffled, her sobs slowing for a moment as she coughed, "what kind of faces?"

He blinked, smiling at her question, "probably ones that will scare most people," he said, getting a coughing laugh from the woman.

He smiled, giving her hair another nuzzle, "you shouldn't be sad, Misty, because it makes me sad and I was sad while you were hurt. Please don't be sad anymore."

Misty took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she hugged Inigo, "I had a dream while I was passed out," she said, her voice sounding monotone, emotionless.

Inigo's ears perked up, "what was it about? Killing dragons?"

Misty shook her head, "no. It was the last conversation I had with my sister," she said, her eyes focusing on the memory, distant, "or, more like arguement. She was telling me that I should stop playing video games so I can get a good man," she sniffled and gave a coughy chuckle, "I guess she didn't know what she was talking about." Misty turned her face in against Inigo's neck, taking in the scent of cold, fur and wild, woodsey musk that was Inigo. "You smell like Camile."

He blinked at that, "who is Camile?"

She gave a small chuckle, "my cat at home. She always wanted to cuddle and snuggle. Stuck her tail in my face and everything, but I couldn't get to sleep without her laying up at my head, Teddy laying like my body pillow and Vilkas laying behind my legs." She paused, leaning back slightly, "Vilkas and Teddy are my dogs."

Inigo chuckled, "I wasn't judging. Well, not you, anyway."

Misty laughed, bringing a smile to his face, "why would Vilkas be laying behind my legs?"

Inigo shrugged, "how should I know? He seems a little strange to me," he said, turning his head to give the man a grin as he stood just inside the tent, "he might like legs, you never know."

Misty couldn't stop laughing, her stomach hurting as she tried to stay up, "stop, stop, stop. I can't breathe." The image of Vilkas curled up like a dog against the back of someone's legs was almost too much.

"He does smell like dog, after all," Inigo said, getting an eyeroll from the man as he knelt down beside Inigo.

"You try smelling like anything else after being a werewolf for several years," Vilkas growled, sitting cross-legged with a bowl of warm soup in his hand.

"It's called soap," Misty said, getting an annoyed blink from the man.

"Soap? No, soup," he said, lifting the bowl, causing Misty to break out in another round of laughter. "You pronounce things strangely."

Misty waved her hands in front of her as she tried to breathe past the laughing, "stop it!" she said between laughs.

"No, SOAP. You know," Inigo said, flapping his hand toward the outside of the tent, "that stuff that smells funny."

Vilkas gave him a confused blink, "I thought that was manure," he said, furrowing his brow.

Inigo shrugged, "close enough, yes?"

"Why would I use manure for my smell?" Vilkas asked with a frown, "that would make me smell worse."

"It must smell good to her," Inigo said, motioning to Misty.

Misty fell over, laughing so hard she couldn't breathe, "stop, I can't breathe."

Vilkas and Inigo chuckled as she lay back, taking several deep breaths as her laughing slowed to a stop.

"At least you're not sad anymore, yes?" Inigo asked, getting a nod from the woman as she sat up.

"You guys are aweful," she said, looking down at her hands, which were now tight and slightly chapped looking.

"Here," Vilkas said, holding a spoonful of cool soup out to her, "I'll feed you so you don't get more soap on your tunic than in your mouth."

Misty snorted a laugh, "soup," she said, laughing at him.

"That's not what you called it," he said, his eyes smiling at her.

"Just shut up and feed me, dork," she said, opening her mouth.

"Here comes the dragon into the cave!" Inigo said, stopping Vilkas in mid-feeding as they both gave him annoyed eyes. "What?"

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Taliesin kept his hand around her's, surrounding them both in a shield of warmth. It was the only way anyone would let her walk on her own. Although, her feet still hurt a little and felt like they were in skin that was two sizes too small. Taliesin had offered to heal her hands a feet, but she wanted to suffer with it a little longer, mostly to remind herself of how stupid she was and because she thought they had already done enough for her. Taliesin drank down another magicka potion, making her frown.

"That's the third one in the last twenty minutes. Are you sure you can keep this up?" she asked, getting a glance from the high elf before he shrugged.

"As long as we don't run out of magicka potions, I can keep this up all day," he said, giving her a smile, "besides, it gives me an excuse to hold your hand." He lifted her hand to his lips and gave her knuckles a kiss, making her blush with wide eyes. He chuckled as she turned away, looking hard at the ground in front of her.

"Don't get too comfortable. The only reason you get to hold her hand is because you can keep her warm," Wolfe growled, holding the cloak tightly against the cold as he glared at Taliesin.

Taliesin rolled his eyes before giving Wolfe an annoyed glare, "even if it wasn't to keep her warm, I bet she would hold my hand over yours."

Wolfe clicked his tongue, "I bet she wouldn't."

"I bet she would," Taliesin said, giving him a superior smirk.

"I guarentee she wouldn't," Wolfe growled, poking him in the chest.

"I guarentee she would because my hands aren't as rough as tree bark," Taliesin growled, poking him back.

"At least my hands are the hands of a real man and not some, book reading elf," Wolfe snarled.

Taliesin clicked his tongue, the warm around Misty starting to disappate as he started to get angry, "so it's a crime to be well read? No wonder you have the vocabulary of a rock."

Wolfe bore his teeth at the elf, "I don't have the vocabulary of a rock, you altmer fuck."

"You're right, that's an insult to rocks," Taliesin growled, getting a punch to the face, causing him to stumble back and knock Misty to the snowy ground.

"Shit," she hissed, her hands instantly freezing and starting to hurt.

Wolfe and Taliesin wrestled in the snow, both catching one another in the jaw a few times as they rolled around.

"Messy, are you alright?" Farkas asked, helping her to her feet.

She nodded, "yeah," she said, turning to glare at the two men as they were pulled apart by Riordan and Kieron. She moved toward them as they threw insults at one another, trying to break free of their handlers. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" she roared, silencing the two. She had never raised her voice before, but she was tired and cold and her hands and feet were hurting. Besides that, she was tired of the two snipping at one another. Everyone's attention was on her as she glared at the Imperial and Altmer, "I'm sick of you two arguing like a fucking married couple. Stop it! You're both fucking adults. Act like it!"

"He started it," Wolfe grumbled, nodding toward Taliesin.

"I did not!" Taliesin snarled, trying to shake loose of Kieron's hold, "you started it. You always start it you jealous bastard."

"I don't give a flying fuck who started it," Misty hollered, "don't make me fucking finish it! I know where a fucking shout is that would make you do what I want. I just have to talk to Hermaeus Mora for two of the three words."

"But, you wouldn't, right?" Bikhai asked, looking a little frightened at the mere mention of the daedra prince of knowledge and memory.

Misty shrugged, tucking her hands in her armpit for warmth, "not unless I have to," she said, turning back to the two men glaring at one another, "now, I want you two to hold hands until I get back from curing Kodlak of Lycanthropy."

Wolfe and Taliesin blinked at her with wide eyes before glancing at one another as Riordan and Kieron smirked at the idea and released them.

"You...you can't be serious," Wolfe said, furrowing his brow as he gave a strained chuckle, "right?"

Misty frowned at him, "as a heartattack," she said, getting a confused glance from the men before rolling her eyes, "as serious a death and frostbite. Now hold hands or we're not moving from this spot." She shivered as she watched them, waiting.

Wolfe and Taliesin glanced at one another before looking back at her and lowering their eyes. Putting their hands out and taking hold of one another's hand, neither making eye contact as they did.

"I hate you," Wolfe growled under his breath.

"I hate you more," Taliesin growled back.

Both men got a nod as she grinned, "aww. See? Isn't that better?"

Wolfe and Taliesin gave her strained smiled as they tried to break one another's hands with their grip.

"So much better," Wolfe growled as Taliesin nodded.

"Khajiit feels the love. It is so beautiful," S'ariq said, putting both his hands over his heart and getting a round of laughter from the group.


Misty followed Aela into the tomb, swallowing past the lump forming in her throat as she looked up at the statue of Ysgramor.

"This is the resting place of Ysgramor. And his most trusted generals. We should be cautious," Vilkas said, moving around the statue.

 

"Right," Misty said, taking a deep breath, "ghosts of warriors past."

"Ghosts? How do we kill ghosts?" Sirius asked, furrowing his brow.

"A better question is how do we get in?" Riordan asked, glancing around the room.

"Return Wuuthrad to Ysgramor. He will open the way," Vilkas said, getting a nod from Farkas as the large nord moved forward with the axe, sliding it into the statues hands.

There was a loud clinking sound as the axe was placed in the statue's grasp before a piece of wall slid from place, revealing a passage into the tomb. Misty swallowed as she stopped Riordan with her hand on his arm, "wait. You guys should wait here."

"What? Why?" Wolfe asked, getting a squeeze from Taliesin's hand.

"Probably because we're not allowed to go in there, you idiot," Taliesin growled, getting a tongue click from the imperial.

"Fuck you, altmer swine," Wolfe snarled before jumping as Taliesin released a jolt of electricity up his arm, "AH!

"He's right, Wolfe," Misty said, taking a deep breath, "I didn't even go through the trial to become a companion this time either, so I'm not even going through there."

Farkas rolled his eyes, "I don't see why not," he said, hopping down from the pedistal the statue was on.

"What?" Vilkas growled, narrowing his eyes at his brother.

Farkas shrugged, "the way I see it, if it wasn't for her, we would have never gotten the witches head. I think Kodlak would like her taking the head to the main chamber," he said, folding his arms over his chest, "unless you want to do it."

Vilkas glared at Farkas for a moment before letting out a sigh, "I suppose it's only right," he said, nodding toward the opening, "ladies first, as the saying goes."

Misty swallowed, nervous about facing down ghosts of warriors past as she walked first into the passage. Why can't one of them lead? I know where I'm going, but do I really have to be the first one to get there? she thought, glancing back at Farkas, Vilkas, and Aela as they followed her into the tomb. "Fuck me," she hissed under her breath.


A couple of Skeevers were no big deal, giant rats are easy to kill without feeling bad about it, but the spirits of the warriors that walked out of their burial sites were almost too much. Without thinking, Misty let loose a shriek, alerting the spirits into action before she could get behind Farkas. Luckily, Farkas's great sword was faster thant the spirit's as it appeared above her, blocking the ghost's attack. 

"Get back," he growled, snapping her out of her daze before she scrambled back behind him.

Aela let loose with several arrows, hitting the ghosts in the head and silencing them for good.

Misty tried to stop the rapid beating of her heart before yelping as a hand landed on her shoulder, startling her.

"Scared of a few ghosts?" Vilkas asked, giving her a smirk.

Misty frowned at him and shoved his hand off of her, "only an idiot isn't afraid of dead things," she said, swallowing before taking a deep breath to calm herself.

"Shall we then?" Vilkas asked, motioning ahead.

Misty shook her head, "uh uh. You go first. Skill before cowardice," she said, folding her arms over her chest.

Aela sighed and shook her head as she readied her bow for whatever lay beyond the door, "you would do well to, at least pretend you have courage," she said, taking point.

Misty snorted, "I do have courage," she growled, following the woman through the door, "just not when it comes to spiders...or *gulp* ghosts."

Misty's heart stopped at the sight of the inner hall, it was magnificent and she could almost imagine it in it's glory days. Beautiful...but...the ghosts...

Aela fired her bow from atop the stairs while Vilkas and Farkas rushed the spirits, roaring a great battle cry as they swung their weapons and blocked the spirits' attacks. Misty was terrified, but one of the spirits near the back of the hall caught her attention as he nocked and arrow and pointed it at Farkas. Her body moved in it's own, taking her bow from around her and nocking an arrow before taking quick aim and firing. She missed, but it was close enough to get the ghost's attention, which she started to wish she hadn't done. It turned the arrow to her, taking aim and she could have swore that the spiritual Companion had a grin on his face before Vilkas's sword came down hard on the spirit's neck. If it had been alive, blood would have splirted everywhere and Vilkas would have been covered in it.

"Are you alright, shield-sister?" Aela asked, getting a shakey nod from the woman.

"Yeah. I just...I'll be better once we're done with this place," she paused, watching Aela move down the steps, "I hope."

They moved through the hall to a set of stairs that lead down, deeper into the crypt, coming out in a massive room with more sarcophagus lining the walls...and more ghosts.

Misty moved around the edge of the room, trying her best not to draw attention to herself as Vilkas and Farkas fended off two two-handed weilders and Aela took care of the archers. Why do I always get stuck in these situations? she thought as her hand came to rest on something cold. A shiver ran up from her arm to her shoulder, the hair on her arm standing on end like static. She swallowed, slowly turning to stare up at a nord wearing a horned helmet as he narrowed his ethereal eyes at her. She slowly looked down at her hand, her eyes widening farther at her hand resting on the man's...groin...

"Flattery does not stop the dead," his voice was echoing and breathy, but deep as he raised his ethereal sword.

I just touched a fucking ghost dick! she screamed in her head as she stumbled back, narrowly avoiding his slash before getting to her feet and pulling her sword herself. She swallowed, holding her hand out as he advanced on her, "I don't want to fight you. I just want to cure Kodlak."

"You entered the crypt of your own volition, accepting the trials that awaited you here to prove your metal and worth," he said, bringing his sword up once more, "now, prepare yourself, Companion."

Misty's eyes widened as she raised her sword to meet his, gritting her teeth against the jarring in her arms, "fuck," she hissed, stepping back as he brought the sword down once more. She blocked it, if just barely, and moved back, avoiding another swing from the dead nord. "I'm not a Companion!" she hollered, putting a sarcophagus between her and the ghost.

"Then you've come to the wrong crypt, pillager, and will be punished for your thievery," the nord said, leaping over the stone coffin and bringing his blade down toward her. Misty brought her sword up in time to block it before stumbling back.

"I don't want anything here. I'm trying to cure Kodlak of lycanthropy so he can be in sovngarde with the other harbingers that weren't screwed over by witches of Glenmoril Coven," she said, getting a loud laugh from the nord.

"Pitiful excuses from a pathetic theif," he snarled, slashing out at her. She moved back, stumbling over an empty pot and falling to the floor.

She grunted through her teeth as she got up, feeling the burning of a scrap on her elbow. She turned, her eyes widening for a moment as he raised his sword, preparing to bring it down on her. She twisted, grabbing her sword and bringing it up the catch his. She used all her might to swing it away from her, leaving him wide open as she rolled to her feet, bringing her sword up through him. "I'm here for Kodlak," she growled between her teeth at the ghost before he disappeared. She gasped, her adrenaline still pumping through her veins as she lowered the sword.

"Are you alright?" Vilkas asked, getting a nod from the woman.

"Turns out, when there's no blood or bodies to look at, I'm fine," she said, taking a deep breath, "just a few more rooms to go." She glanced around, furrowing her brow at the absence of a tall, broad shouldered nord. "Where's Farkas?"

Vilkas slid his greatsword back onto his back and nodded toward an area with giant white...spider sacks.

 Misty sheathed her sword as she followed Aela up the stairs where Farkas was knelt frowning at an egg sack and shaking his head. He stood, turning to look at them as Vilkas gave a short nod, already knowing that Farkas wasn't moving on with them.

"This is where I end my journey with you," Farkas said, getting a frown from the woman.

"So, you're going to let me cower in a corner from spiders by myself?" she growled, folding her arms over her chest, "I see how you are."

Farkas sighed, "I'm sorry. I just...can't," he said, giving her an apologetic smile.

Misty snorted, "whatever. You left me the last few times too, but then I only had Aela," she said, nodding toward the huntress.

"Let me guess. In this world you talk about, right?" Vilkas asked, giving her a raised eyebrow.

Misty nodded, giving Farkas another glare, "I'm facing it. You should have to too. It's not fair that I have to be braver than a guy almost three times my size," she growled, stomping her foot like a child.

Vilkas and Farkas glanced at one another before rolling their eyes.

"Aren't you supposed to be the dragonborn?" Aela asked, checking the string attachment on her bow.

Misty sighed, "not because I wanna be," she mumbled, looking at the web filled doorway as the sounds of spider feet tick-tick-ticked across the stone. She shivered, her hand going to the hilt of her sword, "okay...let's do this," she said, turning and heading for the exit.

"Wait, where are you going?" Aela asked, furrowing her brow at Misty's back.

"I'm not fighting giant spiders that'll wrap me in their webs and inject corroding acid into my body to turn my insides to mush so they can suck them out through my eyeballs," she said, shaking her head, "nope. Not going to happen."

"Will you not face your fears for Kodlak's honor?" Vilkas asked, pulling her to a stop.

She swallowed, thinking about the old man and how open he was about her revelation of his fate. She took a deep breath, pulling her sword as she turned and marched back up the steps. She paused, pointing her sword at Vilkas, "I fucking hate you," she growled, turning toward the webcovered door and lashing at the webbing. "Gotta do every fucking thing. Fucking jackasses can't do a damn thing themselves and the stupid...face..." She cried out at the spider that was on the other side of the webbing, stumbling back as it lept at her. "FUCK!" she screamed, scrambling to her feet and running to hide behind Farkas as Aela cut it down. "I hate spiders I hate spiders I hate spiders."

Vilkas chuckled, following Aela into the spider room.

"Farkas, I'm fucking begging at this point," she said, dropping to her knees and tugging on his belt, "please please please please come with us!"

Farkas blinked down at the woman on her knees in front of him and blushed, having never had a woman on her knees before him. Well...not like this, anyway. He put his hand on her head as she held onto his belt and gave her an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry, but I can't handle...spiders." Just the word sent chills down his spine.

Misty wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight around the waist, "PLEASE! I don't wanna face icky creepy crawlies alone!"

He grunted against the suddenness of her arms around him and furrowed his brow at her, "you aren't alone. You have Vilkas and Aela."

Misty shook her head, "it's not the same if someone isn't there to be scared too. I won't feel like a freak if I'm not scared alone," she said, looking up at him with wide, pleading green eyes.

He sighed, gently prying her arms from around his waist as he knelt down in front of her. He raised his hands, pulling an amulet from around his neck as he spoke, "this is an amulet Kodlak gave to me when I was young. I wasn't brave like I am now and he said it would help give me courage and strength when I needed it most," he said, placing the nacklace around her neck.

 Misty blinked down at the silver amulet laying against her amulet of Mara and gently stroked her fingers across the silver finish, "but..."

"You have it. You need it more than me, right now," he said, giving her a smile.

Misty swallowed, surging forward to wrap her arms around the large man, almost throwing him off balance as he grunted, "thank you, Farkas. You're a sweetheart," she said, closing her eyes as he hugged her back.

His cheeks flushed at her words and he hugged her tighter, turning his face into her hair to inhale her scent. Soft like the forest after rain, or a field of wild flowers on a chill, clear day. He slowly released her, helping her to her feet before she gave him a nod and turned toward the spider web covered room.

Misty hesitated in the doorway, glancing back at Farkas as he gave her an encouraging smile and nod. She swallowed, taking a deep breath before moving into the room and out of his sight.

Devines protect her, he prayed as he turned and headed for the exit. He was confident in Vilkas and Aela's abilities, but Misty gave him worry. Please protect her.

Misty tried to shake her foot loose of the sticky spiderwebs she stepped on, finally giving up after taking a few steps. She furrowed her brow at the damp, musky scent that was almost overpowered by the stink of rodent feces, or what would smell like a rodent's cage. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat, following the corpses of spiders toward the door on the far side of the room where the sounds of fighting were coming from. She took a, regretful, deep breath, pulling her bow as she moved forward and nocking an arrow. 

She hesitated before crossing the threshhold and taking aim at a giant spider almost over taking Aela. She released the arrow, hitting the spider in the eye, ripping a scream from the creature as it frenzied, shaking and hissing as it skiddered toward her, it's black eyes blazing. Misty's hands shook with fear as she tried to nock another arrow and failed as the spider jumped at her, raising up on it's back four legs before bringing it's front legs down on her shoulders, knocking her to the ground. She screamed, putting her bow against the bottom of it's mouth as it tried to bite her with it's massive venomous fangs. Saliva dripped onto her face, making her wince as she growled her fear and anger up at the hissing thing. Misty lifted her foot, putting it against the abdomen of the giant spider before pushing up, trying to kick it off of her.

Vilkas finished off the spider her was dealing with and turned, his eyes widening at Mist struggling with a giant spider. It's fangs were getting closer to her face as she shook her head and gave a scream. He moved forward, bringing his sword down before swinging it up, slicing off two of the giant arachnid's eight legs. The creature screamed as it reared back, giving Misty the opportunity to crawl out from under it. The spider turned, spitting poison at Vilkas as he raised his shield, blocking the poison before it could get in his eyes or mouth. Aela let loose several arrows, each hitting the creature's thorax with deadly precision before it gave a snarly gurgle and toppled to the ground.
Misty gasped for air, wiping the sweat and saliva from her cheeks and face as Vilkas stood before her, leaning over to look at her face.

"Are you alright, Misty?" he asked, getting a head shake from the woman.

"No...I'm not," Misty said, her voice more stable than she was. She took a shakey step, her legs giving out as she collapsed to the web covered ground, her body still coursing with fearfilled adrenaline.

Vilkas furrowed his brow at her as Aela went to the caged doorway, pulling the chain to release the mechanism, opening the way to the next set of rooms, "maybe you should go back to Hawke and the others.

Misty swallowed the bile and shook her head, "I....just need a little....breather. I'll be okay after a moment," she said, looking up at the eight legged menace laying dead on the ground.

"Where is your sword?" Aela asked as she joined them with her arms folded over her chest.

Misty shook her head, "I think I dropped it after I cut down the webs in the doorway," she said, starting to feel herself calm down slightly.

Vilkas nodded, "I will retrieve it," he said, heading back the way they had come. A few minutes later, he returned with her sword and held it out to her as she stood, getting a nod from the woman as she slid the bow onto her back.

"Are we ready?" Aela asked, getting a nod from the two.

"Thank God this is the only part of the tomb with spiders," Misty said, blinking in surprise as Vilkas took her hand. She looked up at the side of his face as he smirked.

"In case you try to run off," he said, chuckling at her frown.

They came out in what looked like a draugr crypt, except instead of the stink of the undead, there was the dry, stale smell of dust and, weirdly, old people. You know, the smell of a nursing home without the sterile smell that comes along with it. Misty swallowed as spirits moved out from the coffins, pulling their weapons as Aela readied her weapon.
"What'd'ya say, princess. Think you can handle a few ghosts?" Vilkas asked, giving her a playful smirk and humor filled silver blue eyes.

"Not you too," Misty grumbled, taking a deep, dry breath as she readied her sword, "I just took on a spider with a bow that had now arrows. I think I can handle a few spirits."
"That's my girl," Vilkas said, getting a surprised blink from Misty as he rushed a warrior with a sword and shield.

Misty's cheeks flushed as she watched him slam his sword down, hard, on the warrior's shield, causing him to stumble. Vilkas brought his sword around, slicing through the warrior's neck before the ghost disappeared. She almost admired the way he handled his sword. The thought made her face hot as she blushed again as the double entendre before she turned, forcing herself to focus on one of the warriors that ran at her. She ducked under his wide swing, bringing her sword, point up, into his torso, causing the ghost to disappear instantly.

"Not bad," Aela said, giving her an approving nod, "you might have some skill after all."

Misty shuffled her feet, coyly, "I just watched the way everyone else fought," she said, with a shrug.

"Either way, we're almost there," Vilkas said, leading the two women up a set of stairs to the doors at the top. 

They pushed the doors open, revealinga long, low room with a switch at the other end of the room.

Misty swallowed, "I know there's nothing that's going to happen as we walk across this room, but that doesn't stop this place from putting my hair on end," she muttered, rubbing her arms as she followed Aela into the room.

The huntress moved across the room without hesitation, lifting the switch before slamming it back down. The cage door clanked as it lowered, giving them access to the last room before the main hall of Ysgramor's tomb. Misty was nervous about facing Kodlak's ghost. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, but that didn't stop the twisting knot in her stomach.

They moved into the room, prepared to take on the last of the warriors as they drew their weapons. Aela firing from the rear while Misty and Vilkas took out the melee warriors from the right and left. She sliced through the final warrior, stumbling back against one of the pillars as she tried to catch her breath.

"Tired?" Vilkas asked, with a grin.

Misty snorted, "asks the guy with sweat running down his face," she said, pushing away from the pillar to stand at the bottom of the stairs. She took a deep breath, sliding her sword back into her sheath as she swallowed and licked her lips. 

"Come on. Kodlak awaits," Vilkas said, moving up the stairs.

"That's what's giving me a tummy ache," she said, following Aela up the stairs to the door.

Vilkas threw the doors open without waiting for them to reach the top. Misty's breath caught, not at the massive room of beautiful architecture, but at the, literal, ghost of a man standing behind the burning fire in the center of the room. She licked her lips as she, slowly moved down the stairs, staring at the ghost of Kodlak Whitemane, who gave her a smile as she rounded the giant bowl of fire. 

Misty's eyes watered as she looked at him.

"Welcome to Ysgramor's Tomb, pup," Kodlak's voice echoed, wretching her heart as she tried to hold back the tears and failed.

"I'm so sorry," she said, sobbing as she stood staring into Kodlak's ethereal eyes, "I'm so, so sorry."

Kodlak gave her a fatherly smile, "it's not your fault, pup. You warned us of what was to come and we did not heed it, as we should have," he put his cold, ethereal hand against her cheek, wiping the tears away from her cheek with his thumb as he smiled at her, "you are stronger than you give yourself credit, young one. It takes courage to face down creatures that scare you and courage still to stand tall when all laugh in your face, believing you are crazy. I believe that I am doing the right thing when I name you Harbinger of the Companions."

Misty's eyes widened as she shook her head, "I haven't done anything! If anyone should be Harbinger, it should be Vilkas or Farkas or Aela," she paused at his head shake.
"I have thought long and hard about it and only you, an outsider, can truely be the harbinger of the Companions," Kodlak said, giving Vilkas and Aela a smile, "everything is explained in my journal."

Vilkas gave a slow nod as he detached the bag with the head in it from his belt and held it up, "we got one of the heads of the Glenmoril witches to cure you, master."

Kodlak chuckled, "for the last time, Vilkas, I am no one's master," he said, nodding toward the fire, "toss it in the fire and let us be done with this curse."

Misty sniffled, stepping back a couple of paces as she drew her sword, "once that head is in the fire, a giant wolf will appear. We have to kill it to cure you," she said, getting a nod from Kodlak as Vilkas tossed the head into the fire.

The fire flickered, becoming a bright blue color before sparks drifted up, floating over to Kodlak before drifting down on top of him like flickers of glittery blue snow. Kodlak gave a grunt, doubling over as his body seemed to split in two, except what came from him wasn't the wolf that Misty was expecting. Instead, it was a large, monsterous werewolf with glowing red eyes and dripping yellow teeth. The hair on the monster was thin and grey, from living for so long. Misty's eyes were wide as she moved back, barely breathing as the monster turned it's gaze to her, grinning with a manical snarl before giving a great roar.

Misty took a deep breath before shouting "Fus Ro!" she shouted, sending the ethereal monster stumbling away from her, giving her a chance to move forward.

"No!" Vilkas hollered, giving her pause as she glanced at him, "I'll kill it."

Misty gave a nod as she moved back, her eyes locked on the giant werewolf in front of her as he gave a growl and stood straight, his canines dripping with saliva.

"HEY! OVER HERE UGLY!" Vilkas roared, bringing the werewolf's attention to him.

The werewolf roared, rushing at him with supernatural speed, barely giving him enough time to block the attack. Vilkas grunted, shifting back a step as the werewolf raised his clawed hand, swiping down to slap the sword from Vilkas. In a blink, the werewolf was on top of Vilkas and had him pinned to the ground. The arrows Aela was putting into him seemed to not affect the creature, most of them bouncing off the monster's thick skin.

Misty looked around, starting to panic as Vilkas gave a cry of pain and blood sprayed out. I have to do something, she thought, I have to do something. She looked up, her eyes catching the chandelier hanging above the monster. Suddenly, all the Tom and Jerry cartoons, all the Bugs Bunny cartoons, every comedy gag show ever, came to mind. She followed the rope to the wall, Vilkas's cry spurring her into action as she ran to the hook on the wall the rope was wrapped around. She readied her sword, lifting her arms with it in both hands before hollering to get Vilkas's attention, "VILKAS! ROLL AWAY!" she screamed, her sword slicing through the rope as Vilkas looked up.

His eyes widened before he called on his reflexes as a werewolf, jerking himself out from under the werewolf as the chandelier fell, smashing the werewolf under it. The monster gave a growling, haunting moan before slowly fading away, leaving only the chandelier laying on the floor. Vilkas stiffly got to his feet, stumbling slightly before Misty caught him. Her eyebrows knit together as she looked at the claw marks across his cheek, armor and forearms. One of his bracers barely hung on, part of it hanging from the only strap left wrapped around his wrist.

"You're an idiot," Misty hissed, roughly turning his face to look at the cuts better, "you know that?"

Vilkas waved her hand away as he tried to stand on his own and failed, causing the small woman to grunt at his weight. "I'll be fine. I've gotten worse," he said, getting a snort from the woman.

"That doesn't make you smart, it makes you reckless," she said, getting a coughing chuckle from the man.

"You have killed the beast within and freed me of my curse," Kodlak said, standing before them as Aela helped hold Vilkas up. Kodlak smiled at the three, his face one of peace before he turned to look at Misty, "your quick thinking may have saved Vilkas's life, young lady, you should be proud. I chose well." He turned, as if seeing something that they couldn't. The gates of Sovngarde, prehaps. He turned back, giving them all a great, warm smile, "the hall of the warriors of yor awaits, young ones. Perhaps I will see you in the great hall during the feast of warriors." He looked at Misty, "I have chosen well. Take care of them in my absence, Harbinger."

Misty's eyes widened as she shook her head, "no, WAIT!"

It was too late. Kodlak had already walked off into the gates of Sovngarde.

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Misty, Vilkas and Aela stood there for a moment, no one wanting to make the first move.

"Well...Harbinger..." Aela started, breaking the thick silence, "perhaps we should get Vilkas out of this crypt before he gets an infection."

Misty nodded, her mind going over everything that had happened. Sure, this was when Kodlak named her Harbinger, but she hadn't done any of the Companions' questlines so it didn't make sense that she would be Harbinger. I can't be Harbinger. I didn't do anything except cure Kodlak. Why would he name me Harbinger and not Vilkas or Farkas or Aela? she thought, frowning at the last two names, okay, so Farkas is more of a follower and Aela is too...primal to be a leader without seeking vengence on the Silver Hand, but Vilkas... she glanced at the man as he limped, using her as a crutch, Vilkas could lead them. He's smart and thinks before acting... most of the time. She swallowed, licking her lips as she helped him through the spider room, "hey, Vilkas..."

"We'd better get back before the others start to worry," he said, cutting off what she was going to say.

She glanced at him again, taking note of the tight set in his jaw before glancing past him to Aela, who looked as agitated as him. She took a deep breath and nodded, lowering her eyes to the floor as they moved out of the spider web rooms.

"Did you do it?" Farkas asked, pushing away from the wall to help his brother.

"Yes. It is done," Aela said, giving Misty a glance as she moved out from under Vilkas's arm.

"I'm glad," Farkas said, giving Misty a smile, "the amulet worked out for you, didn't it?"

Misty blinked, coming out of her thoughts for a moment, "huh?"

Inigo tilted his head, "is something wrong, my friend?"

Misty glanced at him before taking a deep breath, "um...I just...need some air," she said, pulling the hair tie from her hair as she walked up the stairs leading out of the tomb.

"What's wrong with her?" Wolfe asked, giving Vilkas and Aela a raised eyebrow.

"Kodlak just named her Harbinger of the Companions," Vilkas said, having a hard time leaving the disdain out of his voice.

"But, she's not a Companion," Kieron said, furrowing his brow as he glanced at the exit.

"I know," Vilkas growled.  


Misty tightened the cloak against the cold, biting wind of the north as she looked out over the snowy scene. They had decided, since Winterhold was so close to the tomb, that they would stop at the inn there and rest for the night. The problem was, Misty didn't feel like resting. Everytime she tried to lay down, her mind would swim with thoughts of what being the Harbinger meant and was. How could he make me Harbinger? I'm not a Companion. I'm not a hero. I'm not a warrior. I can't be the Harbinger. I...I just can't be! she sniffled, the tears dripping down onto her hand as she leaned on the railing of the Frozen Hearth inn.

"Might I join you?" A soft, female voice asked from behind her.

Misty glanced over her shoulder at Isengrim, "if you want," Misty said, turning back to what was left of the town. "I don't know why you would though. I'm not very good company right now."

She leaned against the railing next the Misty, giving her a small smile, "you don't seem that bad of company. Though, I am curious. The Companions seemed a little, somber. Is there a reason for that?" she asked, tilting her head to look at Misty's face.

Misty took a deep breath, wiping the tears from her cheeks before they froze. She swallowed and licked her lips, "I just... I just became the Harbinger of the Companions and I don't know the first thing about leading like that. I'm not a leader," she said, shaking her head, "and, to top it off," she gave a sob, "I think that Aela, Farkas and Vilkas fucking hate me." The tears started again, trickling faster than before as she just kept talking, "it's not like I asked for any of this. I thought that if I didn't do any of the Companions' quests that Kodlak would still be alive and that none of this would have had to happen. How was I supposed to fucking know that, by even visiting the Companions, that this shit would happen?" She sobbed, "and now they hate me. And that's just the Circle. That's not even including the other Companions, or all of Whiterun. I hate this. I restarted that quest over and over before I was zapped here, just to try and save Kodlak and I couldn't. Every time I tried, I just couldn't, no matter how many times I restarted. No matter how quickly I finished the quest. Kodlak always died. I didn't want that to happen this time," She sniffled, wiping her nose with the heel of her hand, "that's why I avoided Jorrvaskr and warned them. I thought 'this time, it won't happen because they know now', but I was fucking wrong and everything went wrong. Vilkas should be Harbinger, not me." She sobbed, lowering her head to her crossed arms on the railing, "I'm too much of a mess to be a leader of anything."


Vilkas watched Misty as Isengrim rubbed soothing circles on her back, feeling sorry that he had felt bitter and angry after Kodlak had made his announcement. Farkas had been surprised, but didn't question it like Vilkas and Aela did. Who was this stranger to them? Some...outsider that knows nothing about them or how they work? He took a deep breath of the cold, crisp air, watching her sob and cry over a man that she didn't know. What she said didn't make sense to him, but the passion and earestness behind her illogical words struck his heart. Did he wish that he could go back and change what had happened?

"It's okay, Misty," Isengrim's voice brought his attention back to the women and out of his thoughts, "I'm sure they don't really hate you and, even if they did, who cares? You have me and Kestrel and Hawke. Wolfe, Taliesin, Riordan, Inigo, Bikhai, S'ariq...well, maybe not S'ariq."

Misty gave a coughing laugh as she sniffled and lifted her head to look at Isengrim, "I guess you're right, but still. They're my favorite non mod NPCs that you can marry," she said, giving a sigh as she looked up at the building across the road, "oh well, I guess. You can't please everyone."

"No, you can't," Isengrim said, giving Misty a smile.

Misty nodded, sniffling again as she swallowed the thick saliva, "I'll be in in a minute, I just want to clear my head for a second," she said, giving Isengrim's hand a squeeze before the woman stood straight and turned.

Isengrim hesitated for half a second at the sight of Vilkas standing by the doorway, but decided not to say anything to Misty as she moved past him and into the inn. She only gave the man a warning glare in passing.

Vilkas took a deep breath, watching the steam from his breath curl in the air in front of his face for a few seconds before disappearing in the cold. He moved forward, clearing his throat to get her attention. She barely glanced back at him and gave him a smile that looked forced before looking back down at her hands in front of her. "Mind if I join you?"

Misty shrugged, "Skyrim's a free country, yeah?" she asked, mostly because she wasn't entirely sure, "did Taliesin heal you?"

"Yes. He's very good at restoration magic," he said, leaning against the railing beside her. He glanced at her, watching as she wrung her hands for a few minutes before clearing his throat again, "it's a...nice night, isn't it?"

Misty furrowed her brow at that, giving him a raised eyebrow as snowflakes twirled between and around them, "sure, if I weighted seven hundred pounds and were covered in fur."

Vilkas glanced at her before both of them chuckled, "I'm really bad at idle conversation," he said, getting a nod from the woman. They let the silence settle for a moment before he cleared his throat again, "Misty, I wanted to apologize for being so cold, like I have been."

Misty shrugged, "it's alright. I understand," she said, looking at him as she leaned against the railing with her one arm, "honestly, I didn't expect to still end up as Harbinger. I thought for sure that Kodlak would make you Harbinger over me."

"Still? So, you expected him to make you Harbinger?" Vilkas asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

Misty sighed, "if I tell you that I know pretty much everything about this world that there is to know, will you still think me a crazy fool?" she asked, standing straight and folding her arms over her chest.

"I'd be a fool not to," he said, standing straight as well.

"Then you won't believe me when I say that I've been the Harbinger for the Companions at least six times before I stopped doing the quests and jobs for you," she stated, keeping a serious face.

"No, I won't," he said, looking her in the eyes. He let out a sigh and motioned to the satchel on her hip where her cellphone was, "but, you've shown me strange things that prove you're not from this world, or, at least, not this time. So, I don't have much room to object to anything you say. As far as I can tell, you haven't lied about anything."
Misty nodded, "I don't have a reason to lie," she said, lifting her chin slightly as a flame flickered in her eyes.

Vilkas studied that flame, understanding the inner strength in this woman that Kodlak was speaking of and seemed to attract others. Something that she didn't seem to be aware of herself. Without realizing it, he had moved forward and reached out, trailing his fingertips down her cheeks as he looked deep into her eyes, watching the fire turn to confusion and surprise. The moon peeking out from behind a cloud made her eyes a dark green the sparkled like the floating snow around them. It was only for a second, but that was enough for his breath to catch in his throat as his hand slipped up to cup her cheek as he ran his thumb along her cheekbone, under her eye.

Oh my God this is how my fantasy started...except outside, she thought as he moved forward, their bodies so close she could feel the heat coming off his body. Her heart hitched as his other hand slid around her waist, pulling her against his front as he brought his lips down on her's, kissing her deeply as she sighed against his mouth...

Meanwhile, back in reality...

"Are you alright?" Vilkas asked, giving her vacant, dream filled eyes a concerned brow furrow.

Misty blinked back from her fantasy, the blush already creeping up her neck as she cleared her throat and lowered her eyes to his armor covered chest, "yeah, I'm fine I just..." she stepped back, taking a deep breath, "I'm a little hungry." She didn't wait for him to say anything before moving past him and heading into the inn, leaving Vilkas standing on the porch, blinking after her with confused silver blue eyes.

What in Oblivion was that all about? he asked himself as he rubbed the back of his head and followed her into the inn.

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Misty gave the female khajiit sitting on Inigo's lap a raised eyebrow as she stood in the doorway. Two women she didn't know, well, didn't know this playthrough, were sitting amongst her group. The khajiit twirled her finger around the end of Inigo's hair, getting an uncomfortable smile from the blue cat. When he noticed Misty, he stood, dumping the poor woman to the floor before moving across the room.

"She...I...We...um..." he stuttered, getting an eyeroll from Misty.

"Why are you acting so weird?" Misty asked, giving him a slap on the arm, "if you like her, go for it, big guy." Inigo walked a little behind Misty, like he was afraid of the female khajiit that Bikhai was helping to her feet.

"Sorry about him. Inigo's a little...flighty," Misty said, getting an annoyed glare from the woman.

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"He wasn't flighty until you walked in," she said, her aqua eyes narrowed.

"Ah, Misty," Taliesin called, bringing her attention up to him and the female wizard as he motioned her over.

"What's up?" Misty asked, standing beside him.



"This is Beatrice, she's an apprentice conjuror that recently graduated from the college," he said, motioning to the small woman with bright red hair tied in a loose bun at the base of her skull.

"It's nice to meet you. Taliesin has told me so much about you," she said, a little too excitedly as she eagerly shook misty's hand.

"Woah, easy there Bee. You're going to give my arm whiplash you keep shaking it like that," Misty said, rubbing her shoulder as the woman dropped her hand.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I know a little restoration magic, if you need it," she said, getting a smile and a head shake from Misty.

"It's alright. I'm fine," Misty said, glancing at Taliesin as he chuckled into his hand, "so, why did you call me over?"

"Well, I was just telling Beatrice of our adventures around Skyrim and she was wondering if she could come alone with us," he said, giving her a smile, "I told her I didn't think you would mind, but to ask anyway."

Misty took a deep breath before raising her eyebrow at him, "why would it matter if I cared if she came along or not?"

Taliesin shrugged, "I didn't want to invite another woman if it wasn't alright with you."

Misty furrowed her brow, "why would I care? The more the merrier, I say," she said, jumping at the excited squeal the woman gave.

"By the eight, Thank you so much! I'll pack my bag and join you so we can go," Beatrice said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Going? But we just got here," Niall said, with a sigh.

"We're not going right now," Misty said, giving the girl a concerned blink, "we're staying the night here and then we'll leave in the morning."

Beatrice gave Misty a shy smile as she blushed, "I'm sorry. I just got so excited that I couldn't wait to go with you."

Misty nodded as she chuckled, "that's alright. I know how you feel. I get excited about new things too," she said, getting a smile from the woman.

"Really? I'm glad I'm not the only one excited about adventure," Beatrice said with a laugh.


Misty spent most of the night listening to Beatrice talk about the different creatures she could conjure, even demonstrating a few.

"Hey! I already told you not to do that in here," Dagur said from the other side of the room.

Beatrice gave him an apologetic smile before the storm atronach disappeared, "sorry Dagur."

Dagur frowned at her before going back to cleaning the counter while muttering to himself.

"That was pretty cool though," Misty said as she handed Beatrice back her drink, "maybe you can show us tomorrow sometime, while we're on the road or something."

Beatrice gave her an excited head nod, "that'd be great!"

"Just as long as it doesn't get out of control," Vilkas said, narrowing his eyes at the conjuror.

Wolfe rolled his eyes, "you don't really trust magic, do you?" he asked, leaning back with his elbows on the table behind him.

"Magic is used to serve man and never to rule over him," Misty said in an aweful english accent with her finger in the air. Everyone gave her confused blinks as she shrugged.

"That's what I heard, anyway."

"There's wisdom in that," Hawke said as he nibbled on a piece of bread.

"Isn't that what the high elves are trying to do? Rule over everyone?" Sirius asked, swirling his ale around in his tankard.

Taliesin rolled his eyes, "not all high elves want the Aldneri Dominion to rule over everything," he said, sitting back in his chair, "some of us are happy with the way things are."

"Is that right?" Wolfe asked, narrowing his eyes at the man.

Taliesin nodded, "if I was happy with the way things were, I would have stayed on the Summerset Isle," he said, frowning at the floor, "but I'm not. That's why I'm here, so I can do something about it." He gave Misty a smile, "luckily, I ran into the right people to be able to do that."

"Ran into? More like tried to manipulate," Misty growled, giving the high elf a glare as the women around her turned their own agitated gazes on him.

"What did he do?" Beatrice asked with wide, innocent eyes.

"Taliesin thought that attempting to seduce our princess would be a good idea," Riordan said, putting a hand on Misty's shoulder.

"Scoundrel," Aela growled, taking a long drink of her mead.

Beatrice's eyes went wider, so much so Misty thought the poor girl's eyes would pop out of her head, "you're a princess!?!?"

Misty blinked quickly, sticking her finger in her ear to try and clear the deafness caused by Beatrice's loud exclaimation. She wasn't the only one either. Riordan's eyebrows were furrowed as he shook his head a few times. "No, I'm not," Misty said, taking a drink of her mead, "but I do plan on being High Queen..."

"Because fuck Tullius and fuck Ulfric!" Wolfe said, raising his tankard.

"HERE HERE!" Hawke, Inigo, Sirius and Niall cheered, clinking their tankards together before taking a long drink.

"What's that mean?" Beatrice asked, getting a grin from Wolfe.

"Go ahead, Princess. Tell little miss conjuror about fuck," he said, draping his arm over her shoulder as he leaned between her and Beatrice.

Misty ducked her head, putting her hand blocking her face from his line of sight, "I'm never EVER going to explain that again."

"It means sex or some variation of it," Hawke said, chuckling at Misty's glare and reddening face.

"It doesn't mean just that. It can also mean go jump off a bridge or this is messed up," she growled, getting a laugh from a few of her companions, "you know what, fuck all y'all!"

That only got her more laughs.


"Hey, Taliesin, can I talk to you for a minute?" Misty asked, her voice soft.

Taliesin gave her a raised eyebrow but nodded, waving Riordan, Hawke and Vilkas good night before following Misty out of the inn. "What do you need?" he asked, leaning against the railing beside her.

Misty wrung her hands a couple times before taking a deep breath, "I need you to teach me how to heal," she said, getting a surprised blink from the high elf.

"Why?" he asked, legitimately curious.

Misty took another deep breath, the cold air almost hurting her lungs, "because I'm tired of not being able to do anything when you guys get hurt," she continued before he could say anything, "I know that you can heal people, but there's only so much magicka you have and what'll happen to others if you run out and we don't have any potions for you to drink?"

"You're a great healer without using magic," he said, covering her hands with his, "and it'll take a lot of magicka use before I run out over just a little healing."

Misty snorted, giving him a glare, "I want to learn anyway. What if, Mara forbid, you aren't around and someone's really hurt? We don't have another mage in our group. Well, we didn't until Beatrice, but what if something happens to her and she can't heal anyone?" She lowered her head, looking at the snowberries covered in snow below them, "with me being the dragonborn and not being very strong, everyone keeps getting hurt because you're trying to protect me," she looked up at Taliesin, her eyes moving to the burn scars on the side of his face, "I'm tired of getting people hurt and not being able to do anything about it. I feel so fucking useless when I can't help because I lack the skills necessary to help, even though I'm the one that causes the injury."

Taliesin sighed and shook his head, reaching out to cup her cheek. His hand was warm, almost hot against her cool skin. She looked up at him, tears brimming her eyes as he smiled down at her, "you're not useless. If it wasn't for you and your determination, none of us would be here, right now," he shrugged, "I would have stayed in Whiterun, trying to figure out what to do with myself if you and your friends hadn't have come into the Drunken Huntsman."

Misty shrugged in reply, "Whiterun's the hub of Skyrim, for the most part, and the Bannered Mare is too lucrative. I like a place that doesn't have many people," she paused, narrowing her eyes at him, "although, I do want to know what you were thinking trying to use that charm spell on me."

He chuckled, leaning on the railing, "I thought that a woman traveling with that many men would be good in bed," he said, giving her shocked look a grin, "plus, I thought I was better looking than most of them and that it would be easy to seduce you, especially with the charming spell I had used on hundreds of other women." He chuckled, taking her hand and raising it to his lips, "little did I know, the woman I was trying to seduce could fight off a simple charm spell."

Misty blushed as his lips brushed her knuckles, the heat in his eyes smouldering. She cleared her throat, both wanting to take her hand back and not. The kiss he had placed on her knuckles left a pleasant tingle that she didn't hate. Her mind went to Gomez doing his signature all the way down the arm kisses and she swallowed. Taliesin's chuckle brought her out of her fantasy to look up at him and his sparkling jade eyes.

"I'll teach you some restoration, for a price," he said, the grin he gave her making her nervous.

She narrowed her eyes and nodded at the bridge leading to the college of Winterhold, "I could just go up to the college and learn there for free," she said, taking her hand back as she frowned at him.

He sighed and motioned toward the ramp leading up to a high elf woman leaning against the inside of the first pillar, "be my guest," he said, leaning over the railing with his chin on his hand, "I'll just wait fight here for your return."

Misty snorted, "you and I both know I can't do magic. How the hell am I supposed to pass Faralda's test of merit?"

He shrugged, "you said you can learn there for free," he said, tilting his head as he brushed some snow off the railing to the bushes below.

Misty frowned at him, sparing a glance at the ramp before blowing air out from between her lips in a roll of mist, "what's your price?" she grumbled, folding her arms over her chest as she narrowed her eyes at the mage.

He grinned, standing straight as he turned to look at her, the dark glint in his eyes making her regret asking, "simple," he said with a shrug, "I just want a teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy, little kiss."

Misty's eyes widened in surprise, although, she should have seen it coming. It is Taliesin, after all.

He pointed at his mouth, "on the lips," he said, holding up his finger as she opened her mouth to protest, "non-negotiable."

Misty frowned, narrowing her eyes at him as he grinned at her, giving her patient jade eyes. "On the cheek," she said, getting a slow head shake from the tall man.

"Non-negotiable," he repeated.

"What if I promise to cook all the meals for the rest of the journey to Ustengrav?" she asked, getting an annoyed sigh from the man.

"What part of non-negotiable is difficult for you to understand?" he asked, his voice a little sharp.

"The non part," she growled, her sarcasm getting the better of her, "everything is negotiable."

"I would agree, except with this," he said, folding his arms over his chest as he narrowed his eyes at her, "I'm not asking you to share my bed, Misty. That comes later."

Misty snorted, "bull shit it does," she growled, glaring at him, "that comes never you ass."

Taliesin chuckled, brushing the back of his knuckles against her cheek, "there's that fire," he said, stopping her anger in it's tracks and making her blush. He smiled, stepping close enough that if they both took a deep breath, their bodies would touch. Unfortunately, with the look in his eyes locking her in place, Misty couldn't breathe. "Is it so wrong of me to want to taste lips that say such caring, sweet things?" his voice was soft, almost inaudible over the wind.

Misty blinked, frowning at him as she furrowed her brow, "I just called you an ass," she said, her voice sounding as confused as she felt in that moment.

He chuckled, slipping his arm around her waist as he lowered his face toward her's and pulling her against his body. He stopped, his lips a few inches from her's as he tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, "when you speak of helping others without a thought of payment or how you wish to learn something because you don't want your companions to suffer, that is what I'm talking about. You say such things and I feel I have to check your person for a book you're reading it from," he said, trailing his finger down her jaw, "most do not say such things without an alterior motive, Misty."

Misty swallowed, his breath hot against her lips, "but I just..."

He put his finger over her lips to shush her, "I know. That's what makes you so unbelieveable, to me. I am no such person," his eyes were sad for a second before that haunted look disappeared, replaced with affection. He took her hand and raised it, once again, to her lips, "please, darling. I just want one, small kiss as payment."

Misty swallowed the thick saliva and licked her lips, regretting it instantly with the biting wind. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat, please don't make me regret this, she thought before nodding, "fine, but any funny business Tal and I'll tell Wolfe and Riordan."

Taliesin rolled his eyes, "Riordan doesn't know any magic and neither can do anything if they can't get close enough," he said, giving her annoyed eyes.

She snorted, "then I'll cut your balls off in your sleep," she threatened.

He chuckled, "you would have to handle them to do that, princess," he said, giving her a wink that set her face on fire...again.

She covered her face with her hands, "God why?" she muttered into her palms as he laughed, "can't you just take embarrassing me and teach me restoration?"

Taliesin shook his head, "sorry, but I've got my heart set on a kiss from a soul sucking succubus."

Misty furrowed her brows as she lowered her hands, "I'm not a succubus, and I only suck souls from dragons, and it was only the one that one time."

"Then, how do you explain the constant visits to my dreams at night?" he asked, sending the blood rushing back to her cheeks as he gave her a deviant grin.

"Fuck you," she growled, slapping her hand against his chest, "you're worse than Wolfe."

"I can assure you, Dragonborn, I'm much better than that rogue," he said, winking at her again.

"Stop it," she hissed, trying and failing to keep from blushing, "if I blush any harder I might pass out."

"It'll make kissing you easier if you do," he said, pulling her tighter against his front, "don't worry, darling. If you pass out, I won't let you hit the ground."

Misty frowned, pushing at his chest, "I would hope not since you'd be the reason, you ass."

He chuckled, brushing his nose against her's, "just close your eyes and it'll be over quick."

"I bet you say that to all the girls," she said, instantly covering her mouth as he frowned at her. She cough laughed into her hands before lowering them, "I'm sorry, my mouth isn't wuh..." she was cut off by his mouth on her's, causing her to squeak in surprise. His lips were warm, a nice contrast from the cold surrounding them, and softer than Sirius's lips. Almost too soon, right when she had started to enjoy it and was starting to relax against his body, he pulled away, leaving her lips tingling and her breath ragged.

He smiled down at her, still holding her, afraid she would collapse if he didn't, "there. See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Misty swallowed, "no. It wasn't," she said, her voice breathy.

He chuckled, brushing his nose against her's, "if you want, I could kiss you again...and again....and again. As many times as you want, but I may need more than just a kiss after."

Misty's heart hammered in her chest at the thought of it before she shook her head, the blush returning to her cheeks, "you got your kiss now teach me restoration," she said, her voice a little harsher than she intended, but steady.

Taliesin sighed and slowly released her as he stepped back, "fine, but let's start tomorrow. I'll teach you some when we rest for a meal," he said, moving around her to the inn, "if you get cold tonight, darling. You know where my bed is."

Misty snorted, balling some snow in her hand before chucking it at him, hitting the wall beside him, "jerk."

"You're going to have to work on your aim if you were even aiming at me," he chuckled as he entered the inn with her in tow, giving him a shove.

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"You're still not doing it right," Taliesin chidded, shaking his head as Misty furrowed her brow at the space between her hands.

She snorted, dropping her hands to her lap, "how the hell am I supposed to do it? I don't just magically know like you do," she growled, bringing her hands up in front of her once again as she tried to concentrate.

"Why don't you try taking a break for a while? You look like it's hurting," Hawke offered, holding the water skin out to her.

Misty snorted, "I might be able to concentrate if people would shut up," she growled, getting a sigh from the imperial as he sat next to her.

"If you try too hard, you might actually hurt yourself. I don't think you can force it," he said, putting the waterskin between her hands where she was concentrating, "have a drink. Take a break."

Misty sighed, taking the waterskin he offered, "fine," she grumbled, taking a long drink from the waterskin. The coolish water slid down her throat, cooling the heat in her stomach and chest she didn't know was there. She let out a relieved sigh as she stopped up the waterskin and handed it back to him, "thanks Hawke."

He gave her a smile and nod as he held the waterskin out to Taliesin, "no problem. It's great to see you trying so hard, but if it gets too frustrating, you should take a break," he said, chuckling, "woudn't want the dragonborn to burn herself out before we fight another dragon."

"Dragon! Where!?!" Sirius asked excitedly, appearing behind them so quickly Misty jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Fuck, Si. Announce yourself before you give someone a heartattack," she growled, putting her hand to her chest as he gave her a coy smile.

"Sorry, princess," he said, rubbing the back of his head as he sat on the other side of her, "so, how's the restoration going?"

Misty shook her head as she put her hands up in front of her, "you tell me," she said, getting a shrug from Sirius.

"Okay," he said, pulling his dagger and slicing across the underside of his forearm.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?!?" Misty shreiked putting her hand over his self inflicted wound to try and stop the bleeding.

"You said to tell you," he said, giving her a raised eyebrow, "so, I figured I would, when you heal me."

Misty glared at him, his blood coating the palm of her hand making her grip slick, "by mutilating yourself?!? Why the hell would you do that? I can't do a damn thing yet!"

"But you said..." he started, getting cut off by Misty's growl of frustration.

"I know what the fuck I said, that doesn't mean you have to fucking cut yourself to give me the opportunity to fucking heal you you son of a bitch!" she snarled, her brows knit together when the bleeding slowed but didn't stop. Why is it so dark? she asked herself, and thick.

"Misty," Taliesin's voice brought her attention, barely, from trying to keep the blood in Sirius's body. He put his hand gently on her shoulder and gave her glance a gentle smile, "the only way to make it stop is to heal him."

Misty furrowed her brow at that, "what?" she hissed, trying to keep her grip tight.

"What's going on?" Farkas asked, standing over Sirius's shoulder.

Sirius shrugged, "I cut myself so Misty could heal me," he said, shaking his head slightly, "I think I cut myself a little too deeply though. I feel dizzy."

Misty glanced up at him before looking back down at the wound. Don't one of the main arteries run up the forearm? It must be for it to be so dark red and thick. God, Sirius! Fucking why!?!?

"Misty!" Hawke snapped her out of her entranced state, bringing her teary eyes up to him. He cupped her cheek as he smiled at her, "you can do this, sweetheart. Just take a deep breath, okay?"

Misty nodded, taking a deep, shakey breath before licking her lips. She looked up at Sirius, his face much paler than before as he leaned against Farkas. She took another breath as Taliesin replaced Hawke.

"I want you to envision his skin knitting back together," Taliesin said, getting a few quick nods from the small woman as she closed her eyes. "Okay, now imagine you're floating. You have no body. No breath. The only thing you can feel is the flow of energy around you. Can you feel that?"

Misty's mind followed his words, the world seeming to fall away with only his voice echoing through her mind, "yes," she said. Even her voice sounded soft and distant.

"Good, now, I want you to take that energy into you. Feel the warmth flowing through you as it becomes a part of your essence," he said, his voice softer, more distant than before.

Misty took a deep breath, feeling the energy rush into her like the soul of a dragon. That's what it was like. Absorbing the soul of a dragon, except this energy was warm and gentle, like a soft spring breeze blowing over her skin. It tasted and smelled of nature and she felt herself smile at the sensation.

"Now, push that energy into your hands with the image of Sirius's skin healing back together. The bleeding stopping. The wound disappearing," Taliesin said, his voice softer still. If she wasn't paying attention, she wouldn't have heard him at all.



She let out a slow, even breath, pushing the warmth down her arms and into her hands while she imagined Sirius's wound healing like Hugh Jackman's wounds when he plays Wolverine. She slowly opened her eyes, watching the soft pink glow coming from under her hands and up between her fingers. Her eyes widened, the flowing warmth still coming down her arms and out her palms. After a moment, when she thought she could trust that he was healed, she let the flow dissipate, leaving her worn out as she fell back against someone's back with her head hanging down. Sweat dripped down her face and nose as her breathing was labored.

"Good job, Misty," Hawke's voice as proud and gentle as he brushed her hair back from her forehead.

Sirius gave her a lopsided grin as he leaned, heavily, on Farkas, "I knew you could do it," he said, getting a weary frown from the woman.

"Just don't do that again you dumbass," she said, getting a breathy chuckle from the man as Farkas helped him stand.

Taliesin gave her a nod of approval, "seems you just needed a nudge," he said, sitting in front of her as he looked her over, "you'll have to get your magicka up but that wasn't bad for your first time."

Misty nodded, "I thought healing magicka was a goldish color," she said, furrowing her brow at her now healed hands, "why was mine pink? I hate pink."

"Maybe because you're not from this world and don't have an affinity to it?" Taliesin said with a shrug, "I've never even seen pink magic."

"Maybe your concern and love for Sirius turned your restoration pink," Hawke said, giving her a smile.

Misty chuckled, "I like that better then Taliesin's explaination," she said as Taliesin rolled his eyes.

"Mine was logical," Taliesin grumbled as he got to his feet, watching Farkas help Sirius lean against a tree, "we'd better find somewhere to stay until Sirius recovers."

Misty nodded as she, unsteadily, got to her feet, "yeah, the idiot," she grumbled as Hawke pulled her arm around his shoulder to help her walk. "I can walk just fine, Hawke."

"I don't want to take the chance of you collapsing before we can get anywhere. That wouldn't look too good for the Dragonborn's reputation, would it?" he said, getting a sigh from the woman.

"Fine," she grumbled, letting him help her, "but know that I don't like it."


They made camp somewhere between the mill and Forsaken Cave along the road side. Misty was surprised Sirius got that far with as much blood as he had lost, the idiot. He sat by the fire, warming his hands as he shivered. Misty snorted at him as she tossed a blanket over the, unusually, cold nord, getting a grateful smile from him.

"You're an idiot," she growled for the five thousandth time during the last hour.

"So y-you k-k-keep telling m-me," he said between chattering teeth.

"You are an idiot," Kestrel snorted as she stepped up beside Misty.

"Couldn't you have checked to see if you were cutting a vein before slicing your arm?" Aela sighed as she stirred the pot on the fire.

Sirius shrugged, "I had f-f-faith in her," he said, huddling under the blanket as best he could.

"Now, I think you're a bigger idiot," Misty said, getting a chuckle from some of the group.

"I have faith in you, just, maybe not your fighting skill," Riordan said, getting a frown from the woman.

"I fought fucking spiders the other day! The fangs were this far from my face!" she snarled, putting her finger tips an inch apart. She shivered at the memory, "never again."

"It takes courage to fight what you're afraid of," Vilkas said, giving Farkas a narrowed eye glance.

Farkas ignored him, watching Niall play fruit ninja on the phone.

Misty sighed, "if only there were a big strong nord to hide behind when that happened," she said, barely getting a glance from Farkas.

Vilkas frowned, "what am I?"

Misty rolled her eyes, "I can't hide behind you if you're fighting," she said, getting a snort from the Companion and an eyeroll from Aela.

"How do you expect to get stronger if you hide behind those stronger than you?" Aela asked, frowning into the pot.

Misty shrugged, "eventually," she said, getting a laugh from Isengrim.

"You can't get stronger if you don't fight," she said, shaking her head at her friend.

"Speaking of which," Wolfe said, tossing a dagger at Misty.

She fumbled it, blinking in surprise at the weapon in her hand before looking up at the Imperial as he drew his weapons and grinned at her.

"Training time, Princess," he said, rushing forward so quickly Misty yelped and stumbled back, tripping over the log behind her.

"Mother fucker!" she snarled, rolling as he lept over the log to bring the blades down where her head was as she scrambled away. She turned just in time to bring the dagger up to block a couple of his attacks, only to have it knocked out of her hand. She crouched down, dodging his next attack bring she pushed up, planting her shoulder in his stomach and knocking the wind out of him as she tackled him to the ground. She moved quickly while he was stunned, sitting on his chest as she took one of his daggers from his hand and held it to his throat. "Son of a bitch," she growled down at him as he tried to catch his breath, keeping his chin up and away from the blade, "what the fuck, Wolfe? What the actual, living fuck? Never heard of giving a girl a warning? Ass. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Wolfe clicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes at her, "you think an enemy will give you a warning when they attack? Did that bandit give you a warning, or did he just take you?"

She saw Sirius shift slightly, getting her to glance up at him before frowning down at Wolfe, "you're supposed to be my friend, Wolfe. Friends give one another a warning before doing something like that, they don't just fucking attack one another!"

Wolfe snorted, "you must have had some good friends then. Some of us haven't lived such a sheltered life, Princess," he snarled her nickname, like it was a curse, startling her slightly before he shoved her off of his chest, pinning her to the ground with his hand on her shoulder and his other blade against her throat as he glared down at her.

She felt something she hadn't felt with Wolfe before. Fear. She was afraid of him and she knew her eyes showed it as he narrowed his golden eyes down at her.

"Some of us have lived in this supposed made up world where life is harsh and unforgiving our entire lives. We don't get the options to change lives and we don't get the option to stop playing," he hissed the last word, almost spitting it like a curse. He frowned at her, "some of us don't get fairytail kisses in the snow."

Misty's eyes widened as she stared at him before she frowned, "fucking peeper. Why didn't you..." she hissed, his blade pressing a little harder into her throat to cut her off.

"Shut up," he growled, his eyes blazing into her with such anger she was afraid to even move, afraid that any movement would push him over whatever edge he seemed to be on and press that blade into her throat. His eyes started to soften, looking sadly down at her before he sneered, "I was first. I should have been first," he almost whispered, more to himself than her, as he looked hurt and the pressure of the blade on her throat lightened slightly, "why?"

Misty didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to handle this situation since she had never been in this situation. She swallowed, taking a shakey breath before furrowing her brow at him and saying the only thing she could think of. "I'm...sorry...I..." she swallowed again, feeling the tear roll down from the corner of her eye to her hair line near her ear. She was scared and confused and upset that she had hurt someone she thought invinsible to, well, everything. "I don't know what you want me to say," she whispered, her voice shaking.

Wolfe stared down at her, his eyes searching her face before Kieron appeared at his shoulder, placing his hand on the smaller man's shoulder to get his attention.

"I think that's enough, lad," Kieron said, his northern english voice soft to try and soothe Wolfe's anger, "you're scaring the poor girl."

Wolfe's eyes seemed to blaze at that and he gritted his teeth as he put more pressure on the blade at the throat, "I could kill you right here, Misty," he growled, getting a frown from Kieron as the man stood straight, unsheathing his great sword from his back.

"You do, lad, and you won't make it a step from her body," Kieron warned, his deep northern english voice barely more than a growl.

"I second that," Inigo's voice was somewhere above her head, but she didn't want to chance looking up and pressing the blade deeper.

Wolfe sneered, his eyes glued to her, "you can't even get out of this situation without help. Pathetic," he growled.

She took a deep breath, trying to stop her crying and failing.

"Some Dragonborn," he snorted, narrowing his eyes at her.

She blinked, his words seeming the snap something in place for her, I am Dovahkiin, and she took a deep breath. "FUS RO!" she screamed, sending him flying off of her and back, landing hard twenty feet (6.096 meters) from her. She sat up, taking a much needed breath of the cold air before waving Isengrim's held out hand away. She got to her feet, wiping her eyes and nose angrily as she stalked toward Wolfe as he blinked up at the sky. She pulled her leg back, giving him a hard kick in the ribs, "mother fucking asshole!" she snarled, glaring down at him as he rolled onto his side, with his hand on his ribs, "the next time you do that, I'm giving whoever's closest permission to fucking end you!"

He glared up at her as he grunted, trying to get to his feet, "why not do it yourself? Don't have the guts?"

Misty swallowed, glaring at him as she sniffled and folded her arms over her chest, "I'm sorry I have a problem with killing people I consider friends. If you don't like it here, Wolfe, any direction is leaving camp and don't fucking come back," she snapped before turning on her heels and walking back to where Sirius was sitting.

Wolfe glared after her, smacking Hawke's hand away, "fuck off," he snarled, heading to the tent that he and Riordan had set up for some of the guys.

"You alright, Messy?" Farkas asked, sitting next to her as he glanced back at the tent Wolfe had walked into.

She sniffled and nodded, looking at her feet, "what's worse is, he's fucking right," she said, giving a coughing laugh before her face screwed up and she sobbed.

Farkas frowned, instinctually wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her against his side, "maybe, but I can't take on a spider alone, and I'm a Companion. That makes you braver than me," he said, giving her a smile.

Misty sniffled, looking up at him with hopeful eyes, "really?" she asked, her voice disbelieving.

He nodded, wiping the tear trails from her cheeks, "really."

Sirius leaned his head against her knee, wrapping his arms around her legs as if they were a stuffed bear, "I'd trust you with my life," he said, with a sigh as he nuzzled her thigh.

Misty frowned, glaring down at him, "you did you idiot."

He gave her a grin, "see? I already proved it," he said as Farkas chuckled.

Misty rolled her eyes before chuckling and shaking her head while stroking his hair, "what am I going to do with you?"

"I can only hope love me," he said, closing his eyes against the feel of her fingers running through his hair.


Misty sat at the edge of the camp, insisting that she keep watch as well, not that she'd be able to sleep after the scare Wolfe gave her. She swallowed, clutching the sword in her lap as she looked out over the scenery. It would have been beautiful if she wasn't so freaked out and cold. She shivered, pulling the cloak tighter around herself as she sniffled. "It's always so fucking cold here," she muttered, blowing heat into her hands.

"Cold?" S'ariq's voice close to her ear made her jump.

"FUCK!" she screamed, falling off the log and scrambling back a couple paces.

S'ariq grinned down at her as she breathed heavily and glared up at him, "he's right. You are pathetic."

Misty snorted as she got to her feet, brushing the snow from her cloak and pants, "anyone's pathetic when you sneak up on them, S'ariq," she growled, trying to steady the rapid beating of her heart, "what'da'ya want?"

"If you want to stay on watch all night, this one will go back to bed," he said, turning to head back to the tents.

"Well, maybe I will," she growled, sitting back on the log she was on as she picked up her sword and put it back in her lap.

S'ariq stopped, turning slightly to look back at her as she brushed the snow from her sword. He sighed, walking around the log and sitting next to her with his arms folded over his chest.

Misty gave him a raised eyebrow before turning back to face forward, "I thought you wanted to go back to bed."

"Khajiit would sleep better if he thought he would not be ambushed in the night," he said, keeping his eyes on the scenery.

"I appreciate the trust," she muttered sarcastically.

S'ariq glanced at her then, watching as her eyes lowered to the sword, sparkling with sadness. He sighed, "it occurs to S'ariq that he never thanked you for...releasing him from prison," he said, sounding almost annoyed at saying it as he turned to her, "so, thank you. This one is greatful."

Misty glanced at the black Khajiit, almost unsure about him before nodding, "it's no problem, S'ariq. I have a habit of helping people that have a problem with me," she said, sighing as she looked back down at her feet.

"Why do you sigh so much?" he asked, leaning forward to look at her face with narrowed yellow eyes.

Misty shrugged, "girls do that," she said, pulling the cloak more around herself.

He stared at her, his eyes focused on her face, as if afraid he would miss something.

She finally huffed and turned to glare at him, "stop staring at me like that. It's creepy," she growled, folding her arms over her chest.

"Tell khajiit what makes you sad," he commanded, his deep voice vibrating in her chest.

Misty snorted, "no."

S'ariq hissed, reaching out and taking her, roughly, by the arm, "you speak to the cursed one perfectly. Why don't you speak with khajiit the same way?"

Misty glared at him, trying to ignore the pain in her arm from his grip, "because you haven't exactly been pleasant to be around, S'ariq. Be more social and a little nicer and maybe I'll open up more to you," she growled, back, meeting his eyes with her own angry gaze.

He bore his teeth at her, long sharp canines glittered with saliva as he snarled at her, jerking her forward with such force she was lifted from the log and fell against his chest. He grabbed her throat, using his fingers to raise her face up to him as he grinned down at her and she wrapped her free hand around his wrist. "If you will not give freely, Khajiit will take it," he growled, widening her eyes as she tried to moved her face away from his.

"Nah!" she gurgled around his hand on her throat as he lowered his face toward her's.

Suddenly, he snarled, releasing her so quickly she fell back in the snow. She barely noticed the arrow sticking out of his arm as she looked over the log at Wolfe and Niall. Niall held his bow, arrow aimed at S'ariq as he smirked at the cat.

"That's no way to treat a lady, fella," Niall said, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Misty, come here," Wolfe commanded, his eyes focused on S'ariq as he gripped one of his daggers in his hand.

Misty scurried to her feet and hurried to Wolfe, taking his out stretched hand as he pulled her to stand behind him. She put her head against his back, her fingers curling in his cloak as he sneered at the cat, feeling her shaking against his back.

"You alright, honey?" Niall asked, slowly lowering his bow.

Misty sniffled and nodded, "I forgot my sword," she said, her voice cracking but not shakey.

"I'll get it," Wolfe growled, hesitating at the slight tug from his cloak. He smirked, "don't worry, Princess. I can take any man in this camp with my eyes closed."

Misty swallowed, releasing his cloak as Niall moved to stand more in front of her, his bow rising with the string drawn.

"I've got you covered," he said, getting a nod from Wolfe as the imperial moved toward the log where Misty's sword lay in the snow on the other side.

Misty moved more behind Niall, half afraid of what might happen and half to hide. He glanced back at her as she took hold of his cloak, nervously watching Wolfe approach the khajiit. S'ariq's twice Wolfe's size, she thought, saying a prayer to whichever gods were listening that there wouldn't be a problem.

S'ariq glared at Wolfe, raising his lips in a snarl as Wolfe casually walked around the log and bent to pick up the sword. S'ariq moved, his clawed hands reaching out to swipe at where Wolfe had been. He had moved when S'ariq did, ducking under the large cat's arm and moving in close enough to put his blade against the cat's throat. S'ariq raised his chin, avoiding the sharp edge pressed under his chin against the back of his jaw.

Wolfe raised his lip in a sneer as he glared into the khajiit's eyes, "you hurt my girl," Wolfe growled, his fury shining through his eyes.

"She is not yours, dog," S'ariq growled back as he narrowed his eyes, "you are the reason she was sad. Khajiit thinks you should be more pleasant to the female if you like her so much."

Wolfe snorted, "shut up," he muttered, his eye twitching.

"She smells nice, yes? Like flowers in the sun," S'ariq breathed, getting bared teeth from the man holding the dagger to his throat.

"Shut. Up," Wolfe hissed, his face screwing up in anger, "or we'll find out how well you talk when you're a rug."

S'ariq grinned at him, "how would that look, this one being cut to ribbons while the female looks on in horror?" His grin widened at Wolfe's slight glance toward Misty, "khajiit thinks she would think even less of you and you do not like that."

Wolfe glared at the cat from a few inches away before leaning in so just they could hear him, "you will eventually end up alone, cat, and when you do, look for my blade in the dark, because it'll be against your fucking throat." He moved back, taking his blade with him as he snatched her sword from the ground and went back to Misty and Niall as the wood elf lowered his bow. He handed her back her sword, getting a nod from the woman as she nervously glanced behind him at the khajiit.

S'ariq pulled the arrow from his arm, smirking at Wolfe's back as he took Misty's hand and gently pulled her back to the main camp. This one can be patient. She will eventually find herself alone and then S'ariq will find her alone, S'ariq thought, a wide grin spreading across his face as he chuckled to himself, and that mutt won't be able to stop him.


Once in camp, Wolfe turned, pulling Misty into a tight hug as he closed his eyes, burying his face against her hair. He gave a frustrated snort as he nuzzled her, she smells like him, he growled in his head.

"Wolfe," Misty's voice was soft, against his ear.

"I'm sorry," he muttered in her golden locks, silencing what she was going to say, "I'm sorry I scared you, I was just...frustrated that that high elf bastard got to make a move on you before I did."

"I really wanted to learn restoration so I could help heal everyone," she said, to her ears, it sounded like an excuse. What am I making an excuse for? Wolfe and I aren't together.

He smiled against her hair, taking a deep breath before growling at the musky scent of sweaty khajiit, "I can smell him on you," he growled in her hair.

Misty blinked in confusion as his arms around her tighted, almost making it hard to breathe. "Wolfe," she managed to grunt out, tapping him on the back, "you're...crushing me...a little bit."

He took another deep breath, nuzzling her hair and neck, "just let me get rid of that stink," he growled, taking yet another deep breath.

"Maybe now would be a good time to cut in and say that you look very uncomfortable," Niall said, getting a glare and growl from Wolfe.

Misty gave a slow nod, "a little," she said, her voice a little higher than she intended.

Wolfe let out a frustrated sigh before slowly pulling away from her.

Misty felt a slight bit of panic and wrapped her arms around him to keep him from moving away.

He blinked in surprise before slowly wrapping his arms back around her, putting his chin against the side of her head.

"I don't want you to go," Misty said against his chest, "who's Taliesin going to pick on if you leave?"

Wolfe chuckled, stroking her hair as he nodded toward S'ariq, "you really think I'm going to leave you to be watched over by these idiots when that beast is loose?" He chuckled again, "I don't think so, princess."

Misty smiled against his chest, "you really going to stick around?"

Wolfe rolled his eyes, "only if I get a kiss," he said, grinning at the woman as she pulled back enough to glare up at him, "I did safe your life."

Misty frowned, "no. Niall's aim saved my life," she said, getting a surprised blink from the elf, who wasn't really paying attention.

"What?" Niall asked, tilting his head slightly as Wolfe frowned.

"I heard something going on," Wolfe growled as he and Misty moved away from one another.

Misty snorted, "nuh uh! I bet you were coming to appologize."

"I was not!" Wolfe said, his voice a little too high.

"Yes you were. Remember? I told you I'd come along and help break the ice," Niall said, getting a glare from the imperial.

"Shut up, Bosmer," Wolfe growled at him.

Niall yawned and stretched, "whatever. I don't know about you, but I'm tried." He took Misty's hand and gave her a slight bow as he gave the back of her hand a kiss, "m'lady."

Misty's face flushed as her eyes widened.

Niall stood straight, blinking his confusion at Wolfe, "what? That's how you say goodnight to a beautiful flower," he said, giving her a smile and wink.

Misty looked away, lowering her chin to her chest as she blushed, "goodnight," she muttered, taking her hand back and hurrying to the tent before a fight broke out or one of them made her blush again.

Niall chuckled at Misty's departure before he sighed, "she's so cute when she blushes, isn't she?" He turned to look at Wolfe, his smile disappating at the sight of Wolfe's glare, "what?"

Wolfe snorted, "stay away, elf. She's mine," he growled, getting an annoyed sigh and eye roll from the bosmer.

"Look, I get that you've got some strange...thing for this woman, but unless you actually claim her, she's up for grabs, friend," he said with a shrug, "and that goes for everyone in this camp."

Wolfe narrowed his eyes at the bosmer before giving the women's tent a last glance and following the bosmer into the tent. Damnit, he's right, he thought, rubbing the back of his head, I've gotta make her mine, but how without making her angry or upsetting her? He gave a heavy sigh as he crawled into his bedroll, staring up at the ceiling of the tent. I guess I'll figure that out tomorrow...maybe.

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Misty shivered at the webs decorating the outside of the cave, the humidity from the hotsprings beading on her skin. Hawke and Kieron looked through the egg sacks, ripping them open to pull out the tiny eggs used in alchemy.

"These will be perfect for that potion I was working on," Beatrice said, tearing open an egg sack to dive her hand into the sack.

Misty shivered again, wrinkling her nose at the three not having a problem touching the icky spiders, "eww."

Farkas grimaced next to her, "I don't understand how they can just dig in like that," he growled, rubbing his hands over his goose fleshed arms, "it's disgusting."

Misty glanced at him and nodded, "right?" she turned back just in time to yelp and leap away from Beatrice, practically into Farkas's arms, as she held up a tiny spider. It was dead, but that didn't make it an less creepy.

"Don't worry, Misty. It's dead," she said, putting it in the palm of her hand and holding it out to the woman.

Misty grimaced and shook her head as she backed away from the mage, "no thank you," she said, trying to wave to excited woman away.

"It's just a spider," Beatrice said, furrowing her brow, "and it's dead."

Misty shook her head, "I don't give a fuck. It's still got eight legs and is creepy," she said, getting a nod of agreement from Farkas.

"I also don't give a fuck," he growled, moving backwards with her.

"Let's go not give a fuck over there," Misty said, lacing her arm through his and motioning back toward the pools farther away from the cave.

"Oh no you don't," Vilkas growled, taking hold of his brother's arm, pulling both them to a stop, "you're coming with me into the cave with the rest of us."

"Nuh uh!" Misty whined, getting an eye roll from the companion.

"You don't have to, but my dearest brother here does," he growled, getting a head shake from Farkas.

"Nuh uh!" Farkas growled, getting an annoyed glare from his brother.

"We promised to get the khajiit back his necklace from the bandits, and that's exactly what we're going to do," Vilkas growled back, poking him in the chest.

Misty sighed as she walked around them glaring at one another, "ladies, please. You're both pretty," she said, getting an annoyed glare from both brothers at the same time, making her giggle nervously. She covered her mouth, her face heating up before she ducked her head, "I don't know why I did that," she said, turning and heading for the spider den, "coming Ini?"

Inigo grinned as he pulled his sword, "right behind you, my friend," he said, laying his sword across his shoulder as Hawke and Kieron fell into line behind him.

"You don't think I'm going to let you have all the fun, do you?" Wolfe said, jogging to walk beside her. He took her hand, giving her a wink as they entered the spider infested cave, "I've got your back, princess."


 

Misty crouched, her skin crawling as much as the spiders from where she could see. She glanced back at Inigo, who didn't need her to say anything to read the pleading in her eyes before he moved forward. He gave her arm a gentle squeeze as he passed, getting a grateful smile from the woman as he drew his bow back and fired an arrow into the giant bug, killing it instantly. Misty let out a calming breath as Kieron moved up, gently touching her shoulder to get her attention. She jumped, covering her own mouth to keep herself from yelping as she turned to him.

"Are you alright, lass?" he asked, getting a head shake from Misty.

"Fuck no I'm not alright," she hissed, watching Inigo pull his sword as he stood and ran at the other two spiders, "I fucking hate spiders."

Kieron chuckled, turning a glare to him, "you are afraid of the strangest things," he said, brushing a few strands of loose hair from her face, barely trailing his finger across her skin, "it's adorable."

Misty narrowed her eyes at him through the blush in her cheeks, "we've already talked about girls being called adorable," she hissed, getting another chuckle from him.

"I don't remember that discussion. I remember you not looking at me and blushing," he reached out, twirling one of the strands of her hair around his finger as he gave her a charming smile, "like you are now."

Misty felt her cheeks heat up more as her eyes widened at the grinning nord.

Wolfe cleared his throat, giving Kieron a dirty look as he stood and nodded toward Inigo, who was walking down the ramp to the cave floor, "he's finished killing the bugs."

 Misty nodded, getting to her feet and following Inigo's path, wrinkling her nose at the sickening musk of the spider cave. She carefully avoided the spread out legs of the arachnids as she moved, rushing to Inigo's side as he knelt down beside the body of a wood elf. "It's not on him. The amulet is farther in on the other guy," Misty shivered, "with more spiders."

Inigo gave her a grin as he stood, dusting himself off, "do not worry, my friend, I will take care of the spiders if you take care of any undead. This place reeks of it," he said, scratching his nose with the back of his hand.

Misty nodded, "alright, deal," she said, taking deep breath as she followed Inigo, holding onto the back of his armor as she peeked around him to see the next room.

It was huge, the stone bridges that had been made God only knew how many years ago, was now overrun with spiders. Giant. Fucking. Spiders. Misty thought, swallowing as Inigo shot his arrow at the first one across the first bridge, killing it instantly. They waited, watching for more, even as the clack clack clack of the spider feet echoed in the room around them. They moved quietly, Misty automatically reaching back to take Hawke's hand, getting a squeeze in return. They paused on the landing, looking down at the spiders on the bridges and landings below. Misty swallowed, licking her lips as she took a deep breath and stood on the edge of the bridge. I did it in the game. The water should be deep enough, she thought, feeling a hand on her shoulder. She glanced back, frowning at Hawke as he shook his head.

"It might not be deep enough," he whispered, getting an annoyed eye roll from the woman.

"I don't want to deal with the spiders and it's the fastest way to the bottom," she hissed back.

Hawke frowned at her, "if you miss the gap and hit the bridge below, you'll, at least, break your leg from the impact. I'm not carrying you back," he hissed back at her.

She snorted, blinking in surprise as Wolfe lept, giving a shout of joy before plummeting into the water below. Hawke, Misty, Inigo and Kieron leaned over the edge, their breaths held before Wolfe surfaced, laughing as he swam in a circle.

"It's more than deep enough!" He called up, glancing off to the side and frowning at the spiders skiddering around the edge of the pool.

Hawke sighed and shook his head, "I'm not taking the chance of hitting that ledge," he said, getting a slap on the back from Kieron.

"As they say in my world, YOLO!" Misty said, getting a raised eyebrow from the men.

"What is YOLO?" Inigo asked, his ears perked up as he tilted his head to the side.

Misty grinned, "it means, you only live once. Y.O.L.O. So..." she moved back before running for the edge, leaping as she hollered, "YOLO!!" She plunged into the water, stopping herself from gasping as she broke the water's surface. "FUCK THAT'S COLD!" she screamed, treading water away from the drop point. She heard Inigo holler "YOLO," before she was splashed with water.

Inigo broke the surface, shaking his head as he shivered, "burr. It is cold," he said, swimming to the ramp behind her as a spider fell from the stone bridge above them.

Misty and Inigo blinked at the floating spider corpse before looking up at Kieron, who gave them a salute before following an agitated looking Hawke across the bridge.

"They are no fun at all," Inigo said, getting a chuckle from the woman.

"I think Hawke doesn't know how to have fun when something serious is going on," she said, as she wrung her hair out.

Inigo nodded, "I agree," he said, shaking like a dog.

"Hey! Watch it," Wolfe growled, glaring at the khajiit as Inigo gave him an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, my friend," Inigo said, leaning around Wolfe to look into the tunnel leading deeper into the cave.

Misty took a deep breath, furrowing her brow as she swallowed, "there's more in there but we should wait for Hawke and Kieron," she said, wrapping her arms around herself as she rubbed her arms to warm herself up.

"Are we almost finished?" Hawke asked, sounding about as grumpy as he looked.

Misty nodded, "there's one more room to clear and then we're done," she said, giving a shiver, "and not soon enough either."

"Come, my friends," Inigo said, pulling his sword and raising it in salute, "there are more spiders to squash!"

Wolfe rolled his eyes, slapping his hand on Inigo's shoulder, "I think whatever thing you have about spiders is considered unhealthy, friend," he said, chuckling at Inigo's confused head tilt.

"It is unhealthy to like killing spiders?" Inigo asked, blinking at the imperial as they moved through the tunnel.

"No, it's not. Please kill any and all you come across, Inigo," Misty said, getting a grin from the cat.

"Of course!"


 

They had heard a man's holler and a sword against something fleshy as they moved through the tunnel, crouching down to watch as another wood elf attacked a giant spider, this one about as big as the one that was in Bleakfalls Barrow.

Misty shivered again, rubbing her hands over her arm, "spiders. Why the fuck does it always have to be spiders?"

"Do not worry, my friend. I will not let any spiders near you," Inigo said, getting a smile from Misty as he patted her on the shoulder.

"Aww, Ini...too bad you probably can't come with me everywhere," she said as the cat gave a sad sigh.

"It is true. There are some places that you need to go alone," he said, dramatically putting the back of his hand against his forehead, "it is a sad, but true fact that we must, regrettably live with."

Misty snorted a laugh, covering her mouth to keep from laughing loud enough for the man to hear.

"Shh!" Wolfe hissed back at them, silencing the two as he nodded toward the wood elf standing amidst the spider corpses.

Inigo gave him a nod, getting to his feet as he drew his bow and nocked an arrow. He took aim, his eyes focusing on the wood elf before releasing the arrow and hitting the man in the back of the neck, killing him instantly.

Misty's eyes widened as they all stood before she turned, giving Inigo a grin, "way to go, Inigo. That was spectacular," she said, getting a chuckle from the man.

"Well, I am pretty good with a bow," he said, getting an eye roll from Wolfe.

"And so modest too," Wolfe said, smirking at Inigo.

Inigo shrugged, "I can be, but when someone else is already praising me, patting myself on the back can't hurt," he said, getting another eye roll from the imperial as they made their way toward the elf's body.

Hawke nodded toward a chest, "I'll check the chest, you get the amulet," he said, getting a nod from Misty as she skirted around the dead spiders to the dead wood elf.
She leaned around, looking at the arrow sticking out of the man's spine with a wince, damn that was a good shot, she thought, looking down at the man's satchel before reaching into it and pulling out a silver amulet locket. She traced her finger over the engraving on the locket and took a deep breath before sliding it into her satchel. She smiled at the pouch of gold she retrieved from the pouch and tied it to her hip as she stood, "we done?"

Kieron gave a nod as he tested out a battleaxe, frowning at the weight distribution before tossing it back into the chest, "I think so, lass."

Misty nodded as Hawke stood from the chest, handing Wolfe an ebony dagger, "I'm ready."

Wolfe nodded as he spun the blade in his hand, "me too."

Inigo just nodded, cutting off a spider limb with a quick swing of his blade before picking it up. He blinked at Misty's shocked, eyes before shrugging, "I promised Sirius I would bring back a souvenir," he said, getting a disgusted stare from the woman.

"Kay," she said, turning toward the exit and leading them up and out.


Misty stumbled out of the cave with Hawke, Wolfe, Kieron and Inigo behind her, her face a little pale.

"Misty, are you alright?" Kestrel asked as Misty sat down against a rock, leaning back heavily on it as she shook her head.

"I, accidentally, brushed against her with the spider leg," Inigo said, rubbing the back of his head as he held up the vile leg.

Misty shivered at the mere sight of it as Kestrel and Isengrim frowned at him.

"You know she doesn't like spiders. Why did you even chop that thing off, anyway?" Kestrel growled, folding her arms over her chest as she frowned at the khajiit.

Inigo smiled, holding the limb out toward Sirius, "I promised my friend a souvenir," he said, getting a grateful smile from the nord.

"I was kidding when I said that you should bring me back a souvenir, but thank you. I am greatful," Sirius said, turning the limb between his hands, "this is excellent. How big was it?"

"About the size of the one we fought in Bleakfalls Barrow. Oh, you should have seen, my friend. It was spitting and snarling at the bosmer. Fangs dripping with venom and saliva," Inigo chuckled, "he did not know what hit him."

"I wish I was there," Sirius said with a sad sigh.

Misty furrowed her brow at the nord, "what the actual fuck is wrong with you people?" she asked, seriously not understanding the fascination with the giant bugs.

Sirius and Inigo glanced at her, looking as confused as she felt before they glanced at one another and laughed.

"Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Misty asked, furrowing her brows at them as they laughed harder.

Kestrel and Isengrim shrugged at Misty's confused glance.

"I don't understand it either," Isengrim said with a sigh.

Kestrel shook her head, "me either."

"It is fun to squish the spiders," Inigo said, getting a nod from Sirius.

"Yeah. And the noise they make when you kill them, such a sound," Sirius said, getting a nod of agreement from the khajiit.

Misty snorted, "fuck that happy horse shit," she growled, getting to her feet and dusting herself off before walking to Bikhai, who was talking with Riordan about his weapon. "Bikhai," Misty said, getting the orange cat's attention as she pulled the locket from her satchel and held it out to him, "here."

Bikhai gave her a smile and a nod as he took it, putting it on, "thank you. This one is most grateful," he said, trailing his fingertips over the locket.

"Just don't lose it again," Misty said, frowning at the cave they had just exited, "I'm not fighting off any more spiders for a piece of fucking jewelry."

Bikhai gave her a nod, "khajiit understands. Bikhai will hold tight to it from now on."

"Good," she said with a nod as she turned toward the hot spring pools, "now, since we're here... Last one in the spring is a rotten egg!"

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Misty frowned as they left the warmth of the springs, glad that they weren't just walking out into the bitter cold, but still. The spring had been a nice change to the cold and she was sad to leave it. She gave a small rock a kick, watching it bounce across the ground to drop below the bank.

"What's wrong, princess?" Niall asked, leaning forward to look at her with a smile, "sad we had to leave the warm hot springs?"

Misty nodded and sighed, "yes. I love the hot springs. They're the only place in skyrim where the cold wind doesn't blow," she grumbled, narrowing her eyes at Hawke as he lead them toward a mill.

Niall nodded and sighed along with her, "yeah. It's so cold here. That's why I tried to stay in Falkreath. It's wet, but it's warmer," he said with a shrug.

Misty nodded, frowning as Hawke and Riordan started to cross the shallow part of the river. "Damnit. I don't wanna," she grumbled, getting a laugh from the bosmer.

"I could carry you across, if you want. Like a real princess," he said, getting an annoyed glare from the woman.

"No thank you," she muttered, taking a deep breath as she followed. Thank God my boots are waterproof, she thought as she splashed her way across the river to the road on the other side.

Hawke glanced up and down the road, frowning as to which way they should go.

"Which way?" Riordan asked, getting a sigh and a head shake from the imperial.

"I don't know," he said, turning back to the others as they finished crossing, "which way?"

Aela nodded to the right, "it'll be faster to get to Whiterun this way. We need to deliver the news of Kodlak's cure," she said, getting a nod from Vilkas and Farkas.

"To the right, then," Hawke said, taking the lead with Riordan.

Misty sighed as she followed, "I'm going to buy a fucking horse first chance I get," she muttered under her breath as Isengrim laughed, catching up to her friend.

"Just don't leave us behind when you do," Inigo said, his ears flattening on his head as he gave her sad kitty eyes.

Misty frowned, "aww, Ini," she said, looping her arm around his as she lay her head against his shoulder, "I would never leave behind my favorite mod."

Inigo's ears perked up as he smiled, "I am glad."

Riordan and Hawke had paused on the bridge, ducking down behind the stone railing as he motioned for the others to do the same. Misty furrowed her brow, peeking over the edge of the stone with Niall, Isengrim and Inigo.

Wolfe moved around everyone, taking a position next to Hawke, "what's going on?" he asked, getting a frown from Hawke.

"I just watched a thalmor soldier walk into that watchtower," Riordan said, motioning toward a building that looked to be barely hanging onto the foundation in the mountain.

Wolfe frowned at the building, "why would he go in there?"

Hawke shrugged, "I don't know, but maybe we should check it out."

Wolfe nodded.


Misty frowned at the squelching in her boot as they made their way up the small walkway to the prison, "why does everything have to be across a river?" she growled, jerking her boot off to drain the water out of it.

"This one does not know why you're bothering with that. You are just going to get more water in them later," Bikhai said, furrowing his brow at the woman.

Misty shrugged, "because I don't have any socks to soak up the water so it's easier to dump the water out before going in there sounding like I'm walking through swamp mud," she said, pulling her boot back on as the khajiit nodded.

Vilkas, Farkas, Kieron and Aela had decided to wait ahead of them, not wanting to get involved with the thalmor and the politics that comes along with it. She understood...sort of. She frowned at Wolfe as he slipped into the tower without making any noise.

"How the fuck does he do that with wet boots?" she grumbled, getting a chuckle from Niall.

"It's a rogue thing, sweetheart," he said, giving her a wink as he followed Wolfe, also not making any noise.

Misty snorted, as she followed, her boots squishing the whole time. "Damn it," she growled once on the other side of the door.

A hand covered her mouth, making her frown at Taliesin as he put his finger to his mouth.

"I'll dry your boots when we get back to camp, okay?" he whispered against her ear, getting a nod from the woman.

Niall stood slightly, pulling the arrow nocked in his bow back before releasing. They heard someone give a holler as Wolfe patted the bosmer on the shoulder before they slowly, carefully walked down the stairs on the right. The smell of damp stone, wood and the slight stench of algea worked it's way into her nose. The sound of flowing water echoed off the walls and above that, the sound of Misty's boots. She frowned at the sound as they made their way into the hallway leading farther into the tower. Voices echoed their way to them, giving the group of five pause as they listened. Wolfe gave Niall a nod, getting a nod in return from the bosmer as he moved forward.

"Misty," Wolfe hissed, trying to keep his voice quiet.

Misty frowned and moved forward slightly, frowning harder at her boots, "what?" she whispered back.

"Use your bow to help Niall take those guys out," he whispered near her ear.

Misty nodded, moving to stand next to Niall as he readied his bow. She took a deep breath, nocking and arrow and taking aim.

"I'll take out the one around the corner if you get the one ahead," he said, his voice low and soft.

Misty nodded, taking another deep breath as she licked her lips, aiming for the altmer sitting in the chair right in front of them.

Niall glanced at her, taking note of the look of destress written all over her face, like she was having a mental battle with herself. He sighed, lowering the bow as he stepped up behind her, slipping his arm around her waist and stomach to pull her back against his body. He ignored the growl and the crackling of lightening behind them, putting his mouth near her ear as he spoke softly to her. "If you don't take the shot, sweetheart, I might have to figure out something else to do to divert your attention," he said, sliding his hand back across her stomach and carressing down her side, hip and thigh.

Misty's eyes widened and she released the arrow at the same moment she moved to wiggle away from Niall and his suggestive touching.

He chuckled, effortlessly lifting his bow to release the arrow at the thalmor that had come to check out the dead one, killing her. He turned, slipping the bow back onto his back with a grin, "sorry. Just trying to release a little tension."

Wolfe scowled at him, bumping his shoulder against Niall's as he moved past the bosmer.

Niall coughed against the sudden hit, putting his hand to the bruise he would probably have before the end of the day as he fell into step beside Bikhai.

"Khajiit thinks you may have made enemies," Bikhai said, getting a shrug from Niall.

"It was the only thing I could think of," he said, glancing ahead to Misty as Taliesin glanced over her, frowning at her waving his worrying gaze away, "besides, she has them wrapped around her finger enough that I don't think they would do anything drastic without her go ahead."

Bikhai frowned at the shorter man, "perhaps, but this one thinks they are still dangerous enemies to have."

Niall nodded, following them down a couple sets of stairs.

 Wolfe knelt beside a skeleton, picking up the piece of paper near the dead man's hand and reading over it. He frowned as he stood, holding the note to Taliesin as he scanned the prison. "Looks like the prisoners had a plan to get out when the place flooded."

Misty nodded, frowning as she started to move down the line and her boots still squelched, "and now they squeak," she growled, finding a chair near the end on the level where the doors to the cells were. She sat down in one and started to jerk her boot off, "fucking swear. I'm going to kill Tonilia for giving me shotty AHHH!" she screamed as a hand landed on her shoulder, shooting to her feet as she jerked Wolfe around to hide behind him.

He had already pulled his weapon at her scream and was glaring at the man in the cell, who looked out at them with his own narrowed eyes.

Niall burst out laughing, having to lean on Bikhai, who was trying to keep from laughing, "you just screamed because of a guy wearing nothing locked in a cell grabbed you! AHAHAHAHA!"

Misty frowned, narrowing her eyes at the bosmer, "fuck you, Niall. You try pulling your boots off only to have someone grab you!" she snarled, turning to glare at the man from around Wolfe's arm, "rude ass mother fucker."

"Easy, princess," Wolfe muttered as he slowly stood straight, sliding his daggers back into the sheaths, "looks like he's the only one left."

"And injured," Taliesin said, bringing Misty's attention to the whip lashes and cuts decorating his body, "I don't think he'll be hurting anyone."

"You're not with the Thalmor, are you?" he asked, his accent gravelly and english sounding.

"Fuck no," Wolfe growled, getting a smirk from Misty.

"That's my line," she said, getting a grin from the imperial.

The man glanced behind him, taking a moment to listen to something before turning back to them, "quick, get me free from here before more come."

Wolfe clicked his tongue, "I'd like to see them try anything," he said.

Taliesin rolled his eyes as he moved to kneel down in front of the man, "why shouldn't we leave you in here to rot? I assume you did something wrong to end up here."

The man glared at him, grabbing Taliesin by the front of the shirt as he jerked him forward, "I did nothing," he hissed, anger burning in his red eyes, "they ambushed me outside of Falkreath and brought me here after seeing my sword."

"Some sword for them to throw you in a prison cell for having it," Bikhai said, folding his arms over his chest, "who did you steal it from? The emporer?"

The man shot him a glare, "I didn't steal it from anyone!" he snarled.

Misty moved around Wolfe, taking a deep breath as she did to put her hand over his where he held onto Taliesin's robe, "let's all just calm down and try to figure this shit out, alright. Grabbing people from a dark cell and yelling at them isn't going to get you out of that cell any faster."

He watched her for a moment, his eyes scanning over her face as if looking for something before he let out a slow breath and released Taliesin, "you're right. I'm...I'm sorry."

Misty nodded, kneeling in front of the cell door, "now, telll me what's going on with your sword and the thalmor while I unlock your cell," she said, getting a frown from the man.

"Choking on my own blood and you want my life's story," he said with a bitter laugh.

Misty frowned, "if you're talking, you're not dying," she said, furrowing her brow at the lock as her lockpick broke, "fuck."

"Fair point," he sighed, sitting in the chair on the other side of the locked door, "I don't know why they took my sword. They just kept asking me about the Blades and the sword I had. Where I got it. Stuff like that."

Chink "Fuck me," she growled, tossing the broken pick onto the others before starting on the lock again.

The man frowned at the broken lockpicks starting to pile up beside Misty's knee, "there's a key on a table down a little ways."

Misty snorted, "keys are for girls," she muttered, getting a raised eyebrow from the man.

"Taliesin rolled his eyes, "I'll get it," he said, heading down the line of cells to a table at the end of the room.

Misty clicked her tongue, "sure. Don't let me practice my lock picking. I know how to pick every lock ever made. I don't need practice or anything," she muttered to the lock before giving Taliesin's hand a glare as he held the key out to her. She frowned, getting a sigh from the high elf as he waved her away from the lock.

"If we wait for you to unlock the cell, the poor guy's going to bleed to death," Taliesin said, unlocking the cell with a quick turn of the key.

Misty sighed, getting to her feet as Taliesin pushed the door open. Taliesin waved her in, giving her a grin as she frowned at him. "Jerk," she grumbled, slipping the lockpick back into her satchel as she entered the cell.

"Is it wise to allow her to enter the cell first when we know nothing of this...stranger?" Bikhai asked, frowning at Misty.

"Don't worry, whiskers. I don't think he'll do anything to hurt her," Niall said, watching Taliesin follow her to the man.

"Besides, if he does do anything, I'll gut him like a fish," Wolfe growled, pulling his daggers as he walked into the cell behind them.

Misty frowned at the slashes across his back and the cuts and bruises decorating his arms and shoulders, "damn, they reall