Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-3293219-20140827232400

Nadira wandered the roads of the Rift, with her, more than unorthadox, companion. She payed little mind to him as he looked up to the trees, his eyes caught the orange leaves above his head as he slowly strolled along, behind her. It was a rare occasion as he seemed appeased, dosile but the Breton knew not to take this for granted, this was simply the calm before the storm.

Azarath glanced up to her, catching her eyes as she looked back at him, he caught her gaze through the letterbox view of his eyesight, from where he squinted a lot, due to the the constant frown on his face.

"Somethin' wrong?" He asked, his voice was just as calm as his demeaner and Nadira was wondering whether or not to stop and frisk him for skooma.

"Huh?" She asked, pretending to be off guard.

"N-No, everything's fine..." She was about to point out that he hadn't said a word, all morning but then...

"Good. I was gettin' worried, 'cause you hadn't said a word for like... two days now..." The Dunmer grumbled, trailing his gaze back to the wilderness around him.

"What? I did! I've said lots of stuff since yesterday!" Nadira protested, turning around and frowning at him as he slowly drew his attention back to the path ahead, something that she should also think about doing.

"Hmm... I mustn't have been listenin' then..." Azarath concluded, like ignoring her was something he did often. To be fair, it was. He missed conversation, in his cell, but Azura's tits, people can ramble on sometimes. This managed to get under Nadira's skin and she began to question whether or not he was deliberatly doing it, in the hopes of achieving that outcome.

Eventually, she thought to rise above it, she sighed, heavily and shook her head before marching on ahead.

"Whatever..."

Azarath took this as a small victory, unable to hide his satisfaction with the outcome as he marched along, behind her. They continued to walk in silence, letting the birds, the wind, the rustling of leaves and the sound of the river do the 'talking' for them.

"I erm... Thought that you might be pissed at me." The Dunmer admitted, though he didn't sound remotely bothered by that possible fact. It still managed to get his Breton's attention...

"Erm... Why?" She asked, stopping, so that they didn't have to talk so loud. There were plenty of reasons to want to punch Azarath and watch him pick his teeth up, off of the floor but she didn't know which one he was referring to.

"Well, the other day, with the Stormcloak soldiers..." He paused to chuckle at his few, choice, personal comments about the soldier's attire. It was hilarious, to him at least, that kid, he thought that he was 'the shit,' because someone had given him a boy-scout's uniform. Azarath figured that he was doing the little shit a favour, by bringing him down a peg or two.

"You mean, when you walked up to that guard and insulted his uniform?" Nadira grumbled, they both knew, fully well, which incident she was referring to.

"Well, in my defence, he did look like a tit in that helmet..." The Dunmer smirked, scratching his head as he began to laugh, his boney fingers clawed through the dirty strands of hair as he gently grazed his scalp.

"You didn't have to say that to him, do you know what could've happened if he had arrested us!? You would've gone to the chopping block, if they had found out who you were and me? I'd go home, Azarath, if I wasn't arrested first and forced to rot in a cell with you."

"Would've been an ironic twist of fate..." Azarath grumbled, scratching his beard as he went along.

"Heh, then you'd know what it was like for me, whenever you told me that you wouldn't release me..."

"I couldn't release you, even if I wanted to. Hell, you wouldn't have gotten very far, even if I did and then I would've gotten banned from visiting you. Besides, you would've killed my dad!"

"Would I?" The former bandit leader asked, sounding surprised at Nadira's understanding of him.

"Don't recall saying that I would've..."

"So, you, of all people, wouldn't have gone and killed the guy, who locked you away for the best part of twenty years? Don't bullshit me Azarath!"

"I ain't bullshitting you, because no matter how much of a backstabbing piece of shit Nate was, I still don't wanna be the asshole, who orphaned his daughter!"

Azarath's raised voice shook the whole forest, the birds flew out of the trees, due to the loudness of their discussion and the tension in the air. It was then that the two travellers noticed that they had stopped, though neither of them could remember when...

"Azarath..." Nadira whispered, generally feeling bad for accusing him of petty vengence... It was hard to her to remember how honourable he could be sometimes, even if he was a dick most of the time...

All the time...

Still, it was moments like this that made her wonder if he could be 'saved.' He'd always been a good friend, an uncle to her as a kid, he got her away from her old life, when she couldn't take it anymore. No matter how repulsive he could be... He was the closest thing she had to a friend, to family...

The Dunmer sighed, running his hand down the back of his neck and hanging his head, shaking it from side to side as he looked up to her.

"We should get movin,' daylight's burnin,' all that..."

"Y-Yeah..." Nadira muttered, nervously as he took his place by her side, somewhat ignoring her smile as they began to set off again. The atmosphere returned to normal as they returned to their pleasant pace, walking side by side. Nadira felt calm, for the first time since she'd left her home behind, she felt like she was in safe hands.

"For what it's worth? That fivehundred gold bounty? Totally worth it, to see that little prick crying into his tit-shaped helmet."

That was nice whilst it lasted...