Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140606005130/@comment-12599067-20140609002703

Morrigan woke up to the feeling of someone gently shaking her awake and groggily opened her eyes, then looked up to the smiling face of Rowan standing over her. Sleepily she smiled and stretched, yawning as she did, and turned over so that she was on her back, looking up at the smiling but concerned Breton above.

"You okay, Morrigan? You looked like you were having a nightmare." the Vigilant noted.

"Yeah... yeah. I'm okay, Rowan. It was just a dream."

Eirik was woken by the feeling of Volarano's stern grip shaking him awake, as usual. Groggily he turned to face Vol, who strangely, wasn't wearing his mouth cover or helmet. Even his bow, whuch Vol rarely left unguarded, was nowhere to be seen.

"Vol? What's goin' on?" Eirik yawned.

"Just come with me, Eirik. There's visitors here for you," Volarano answered with one of his rare smiles. Confused and groggy, Eirik rose and followed the Altmer down the stairs of the Hall of Countenance, pulling on his robes as he did. When he reached the floor he was greeted with a smiling Volarano, and two people he didn't recognize, a brown-haired Nord woman and a blonde Nord man, both of which looked like they were in their fourties. He didn't recognize them on sight, but they seemed vaguely familiar.

"Do I know you?" Eirik asked, rubbing his eyes.

"No, I would imagine you don't... but there are things that family does not forget," the woman smiled, stepping forward with open arms. "And a mother would certainly never forget her son," she added.

There was a moment of stunned silence from Eirik as his eyes began to shine with unshed tears of joy, then he flung himself forward with a cry of unmeasurable happiness and met her embrace with his own.

(Hang on, Vol's dream's coming up.)