Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140708000146/@comment-3293219-20140711143830

Nepht and Conor sat on the steps of the chapel together, enjoying each other’s company in the moonlight as the white stone steps of the chapel practically lit up under it. Both of them were hesitant to speak, due to the tone of the situation as Nepht had learned a shocking revelation about the ‘Goddess.’

Conor just stared at her, seeing that she was just curled up, staring ahead into space as she thought about what her companions had said. About Lilina, about how she was evil, how she wanted to keep them prisoner in her…

What was Rowan’s term?

‘Doll’s house?’

Her model village, full of trapped souls, like her and Conor… As she slowly lifted her head, she could see that you young Bosmer was now staring at her, unable to tear his eyes away from her sorrowful expression, she slowly looked up to him, forcing a weak smile as her eyes caught his.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, knowing full well that it was but it was a good way to get her talking.

The Dunmer found herself nodding, slowly bringing her hands to her knees as she hung her head, thinking on it a little.

“I can’t believe that she did that to him…” The Dunmer whispered, wrapping her arms around her knees and bringing them closer to her chest.

“I thought she was nice…” She began, in a quiet mumble, resting her chin on her knees as she looked straight ahead.

“B-But she’s evil and cruel…”

The Wood elf sighed as if disappointed, wrapping his arm around the small Dunmer’s back and placing his hand on her shoulder to calm her down.

“Nepht… I’m sure that she had her reasons for doing that, I’ve never known her to hurt anyone before…” Conor assured her, placing his hand on hers and gently holding it, wrapping his fingers around it and giving it a slight squeeze, prompting her to look up and see his face before she pulled her hand away and moved along the step, so that he wasn’t so close.

“Sorry…” The Bosmer muttered, letting go and letting her move away from him as he hung his head and sighed, placing his own hands on his knees as he did so.

“I’m er… Not very good at this…”

“It’s fine…” Nepht mumbled, too distracted by this ‘Goddess’’ betrayal to care about his lousy attempts to comfort her as she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to her knees, realising how much she missed Veneficus.

This left Conor in an awkward position as he shuffled over to her, a little closer, so that he could speak in a whisper.

<p class="MsoNormal">“They’re right… I should get out of here…” Nepht whispered, slowly standing up and approaching the tavern as she heard a glass shatter and the sound of Manja’s raised voice, both of which made her gasp and shrink, taking a step back and accidentally bumping into Conor, who was approaching from behind. She jumped as she did, swiftly turning around and standing face to face with him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“S-Sorry…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Everything okay in there?” Conor asked, gently brushing her aside and taking his first step towards the inn, prompting Nepht to chase after him and block his path.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I don’t think that we should go in there… Not while they’re… mad…” The Dunmer advised, putting her hand on his shoulder and looking back to the tavern before sighing.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I erm… I think I’ll head home…” Nepht sighed, hanging her head wearily as she was suddenly feeling incredibly tired, due to her experience that day in the ruin.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you want me to walk you home?” Conor asked, giving her a slight smile as he crossed his arms and began to rock from side to side.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s only across the way there… It’s not like anything could happen to me along the way…” Nepht mumbled, almost bitterly but it was due to tiredness. To her surprise, this didn’t discourage Conor, he took her hand and gave her a warm smile.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, let’s not take that chance…” He whispered, gently leading her across, past the well and to her cottage, she stopped, just short of it and reached inside her pocket for a key, she drew her key and held it to the door before realising that it didn’t have a lock…

<p class="MsoNormal">“H-Huh?” Nepht asked, looking down to the key and examining it. The key looked like it fit the lock, an old, iron, rustic thing that was almost as big as her hand and as heavy as a rock and yet this house didn’t have a key hole…

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s weird…” She mumbled, getting a strange look from Conor as she pocketed it and pushed her front door open, revealing that her house had received a few upgrades, since she last visited it. A bunch of mounted mudcrabs had made their way to her wall…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dunmer didn’t get why for a few minutes before remembering her conversation with Veneficus, all those months ago…

<p class="MsoNormal">She then burst out laughing and began to giggle to herself, she didn’t know if it was an apology from Lilina or whether or not she was going to do this regardless but she appreciated it anyway. Conor had no idea what the joke was and why Nepht was laughing but it was good to see her happy, without all that stress, brought on by the ‘Goddess’ actions.

<p class="MsoNormal">After a few moments Nepht turned around and saw him, stood in the doorway looking like a spare part as he tried to make sense of all this.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I erm… I’ll see you tomorrow Conor.” She said, with a smile, a lot more cheerful than she was when she entered, wandering over to the door and placing her hand on it, slowly closing it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Y-Yeah… If you need me, I’ll be at Izak’s farm.” He informed her, gesturing over to the old man’s cottage, even though Hearthchapel isn’t the hardest place to navigate.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Good night Nepht…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“G’night Conor…” She whispered as she closed the door, turning back to her cottage and leaning against it, slowly resting her head against it, closing her eyes with a smile.

<p class="MsoNormal">My first friend… She thought to herself, knowing that it wasn’t true but also knowing that Conor was the first friend she’d ever had, who was more or less her age. Hopefully, he’d be the first one to stay…

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Nepht awoke to the sound of chirping birds, which she enjoyed as they made sure that she didn't waste the day sleeping in. Though she often found it hard to get up in the morning, she found that a day where she didn't wake up until the late hours of the morning was a day wasted.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dunmer rolled out of bed and threw her clothes on, wearing the same clothes as she wore yesterday as she didn't want to go looking in her draws or wardrobe before making her way across the village, heading to the tavern to check on the others.

<p class="MsoNormal">As she opened the door and stepped inside, she was hit by a wonderful aroma, someone was cooking...