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Your arrival to Dawnstar was long awaited, with your leg injured your journey took a little longer than expected. But you made it, Farkas made sure that you both didn’t lag farther behind than necessary. You were exhausted though and as much as you tried to hide it, he could tell. “Lets get to the Inn, your leg isn’t going to get any better out here in the cold.” Farkas Lifted you from your horse despite your commands telling him to stop. He carried you to the Inn in his arms, and with your heart rate raising and your face going full flush you kept quiet. “Nothing to say? Must be a first.” You elbowed his

Your trek to Dawnstar was going to be long so you had prepared yourself for the journey, stopping every once and while to stretch your legs. Farkas got off his horse after you, being very quiet. While that wasn't unusual you knew that he was quiet because of the kiss. You looked around and and searched for a road sign but found a set of stones sat upright instead; the Weynon Stones. You knew this area well and while you could've just rode strait to Dawnstar you wanted to stretch it out as long as you could. So you brought your horse over to the stones . "Farkas I wanted to-" just then you heard it. The hiss of Ice Wraiths. Unsheathing your

It had been a couple of days since the kiss, and your heart had never been more confused. Your mother never taught any of this to you, feelings that is. So in hindsight anything you would do would most likely end up in disaster. But you had never felt like this before, why would you? You are the fierce Dragonborn, killer of evil, slayer of injustice! This was ridiculous, and you didn't have to deal with this. Much more important things to give your attention to. Just at that moment you had heard a knock at your door. Standing up from your desk and walked to the door, mentally preparing yourself if it was Farkas. Pulling the door open you inw

I was never one for romance. Mother always told me that love was for fools, "having that sword attached to your hip was all the companionship you need". While she made an excellent point, the matters of the heart were never that simple.  Just another uneventful day at the mead hall. But that was alright for you, you had seen plenty of action to appreciate the quiet once an awhile. Quietly sitting outside the hall, watching Ria train with Vilkas and reading a book that Farengar had suggested you take a look at. While you were very interested in the workings of magicka regeneration, your attention quickly was averted to the man who had just s

"I'm not jealous Newt!" You walked to the next tomato stalk and looked for ripe tomatoes for tonight's supper. "Apparently so, since you keep giving me a dirty look whenever I'm around Teresa." Newt crossed his arms and grinned at you. "Look Isaac what do I have to be jealous about? We have never shared any romantic interactions, so unless you thought of us in a dream once and are confusing dreams with reality..." You sighed and reached for a dark red tomato that was way up above your head. "My point being is that I cannot be jealous of you endangering a relationship we do not share." Newt reached up and plucked the tomato and placed it in

                “Hurry y/n! We’re gonna miss the fireworks!” Your little brother Jamie ran ahead of you trying to plow through the deep snow to the town square. “Be careful Jamie! You could slip!” You shouted after him trying to at least make him be cautious about the ice.                  “Sissy hurry up! I don’t wanna miss the fireworks too!” Your little sister Sophie bounced up and down on your back. “Alright alright! I’ll try to go faster, just stop bouncing I might drop you!” You laughed and trudged through the deep snow, trying to match your brother’s footprints.  

                I walked back to camp only a 30 minute commute from Denerim. It was dark but I wanted to retrieve something; Duncan's shield. I finally found it after searching all over that blasted secret room in the warehouse. Alistair is gonna love this, he would get something to remind him of Duncan; his father figure of a warden.                I remember Alistair telling me about Duncan and how he treated him kindly and actually cared about what he wanted. I missed the warden commander; I had only known him for a couple of weeks but I missed him anyway.                He saved me from Howe's men and gave my father a couple more minu