Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-3293219-20140104183148

Nish had spent the whole afternoon, staring at the ceiling, he may well hav been a sleep... perhaps he had slept and his mind had been to exhausted to create a fantasy to indulge him. His mind had split in two, cracked with thoughts cascading out from both sides... thought of anger and thoughts of dispair, the desire to continue searching for Eilonwyn and the desire to leave her and go back to Skyrim, start a new life there.

Every time he explored either side, more cracks appeared, if he found her, would he confront her? Would he end everything, announce this as 'the final betrayal?'

But then, what would be the point? It would be better to die here and save them both the pain of having to have such a conversation, besides, his mind gnawed away at his decisions and his thoughts. He felt... like he had spent the last twenty minutes staring at Nepht who seemed to be knelt up, staring back at him.

Everyone else had gone to sleep but she was still awake, still staring at him, trying to figure him out. He was quite thankful to her, for bringing him back to reality, though he'd never admit it...

"Were you in the army?" She finally asked, noticing that he had returned to the land of the sane.

''What? ''"N-no..." Nish forced, rolling onto his side.

"Oh..."

"Why?"

"You're hurt." She replied, baffling him.

"You can get hurt outside of war..." Nish explained, whincing as he felt pain shoot through his body.

"Yeah but not like you..." She muttered, looking quite disturbed at him in his fragile state.

Some time had passed as they sat, awkwardly in silence...

"I used to be an adventurer..." He said, out of nowhere.

"Really?!" Nepht got excited and knelt up even higher, "Did you meet any goblins?"

"Goblins? Yeah, we did... not far from here, actually. Near Lake Arrius..." he stopped himself as he remembered Eilonwyn's plans. An awkward silence hung in the air as they both looked away from eachother.

Nepht shuffled over to him, draggin her knees along the floor. "Grandad used to be a soldier, he doesn't like to talk about it though..."

"Yeah, soldiers rarely do..."

"He sometimes talks about it, when he's had ale but mum always tries to stop him." She looked over as her tone went grim, they momentarily watched the old dunmer as he scratched his nose in his sleep.

"You know what I saw?" Nish began, trying to shine some light on the situation. "I saw a dragon and I rode it from the Red Mountain to the Imperial City..."

The girl looked at him in amazement but then started to show expressions of doubt, "Didn't it try to eat you?"

Nish paused, "N-no, not when they're on your side."

"How do you know that they're on your side?"

"They don't try to eat you..." Nish laughed, pulling himself up until he was almost sat up.

"And it let you ride it?"

"Yep... Me and a few others." Nish sighed on reflection.

"W-what happened to them?" She asked, noticing his change in tone as he mentioned them.

Nish sighed again and looked to the door that lingered just outside the cell. "They're... I don't know, they're still alive, if that's what you're asking."

"But they aren't your friends anymore?"

"I... wouldn't say that. We got split up and... one of them left me..." He quickly glanced around as he lay on his back, "We saw the blades as well... went to the White Gold Tower..."

He continued listing the things that he and his group had done, anyone older probably would have dismissed his story or at least expressed doubt but she hung onto his every word. He no longer noticed that he was talking as the tape of his memories spun on end, recounting everything in as much detail as possible.

They spoke long into the night...