For the Love of the Dead - Chapter 3Arriving in the Sanctuary, Astrid offered her a set of leather armor, but seeing as she was a mage and wore no armor, opted for the robes. They were soft, warm, and a little dusty, but she loved them.
As Nianire made her way into the main chamber, she was greeted by a Redguard gentleman.
"So you're the new recruit? Hear you turned Falkreath into a little of an uproar."
"The prey is more foolish when scared." replied Nianire. The entire room let out a chuckle.
"You're eager, I like that. Well, I'm Nazir, you'll be getting your contracts from me. I have a few minor contracts lined up if you're interested."
"Soon, I want to take a look around first." She stepped away, then paused, turned back to him and smiled, realizing she'd forgotten. "Oh, and I'm Nianire. It's nice to meet you, Nazir."
As she talked to the rest of her new family, she realized to her dismay, but not her surprise, that Nazir was probably the friendliest of the group. Babette, the young vampire girl seemed interesting an
For the Love of the Dead - Chapter 2As they drove, Cicero recounted stories he'd heard in Cyrodiil, and Nianire listened whole-heartedly. She loved to hear people talk about the things they knew. Everyone has some wisdom to share, and hearing what others had to say kept her mind off her own worries.
"And then he says to the man, 'That's not a horker, that's my wife!'" Nianire burst out with a fit of giggles that surprised even her. Cicero grinned appreciatively.
"So the stranger likes to laugh?"
"It's nice. It's calming and keeps me from thinking. Mother always said that I worried too much, but I'm not really sure what she meant. Maybe I caused her trouble somehow."
"Perhaps the stranger should stop trying to rationalize everything. Some things in the world happen for no reason at all, and if you insist on trying to understand them, you'll go quite mad."
"I don't want want to not know things. I don't want to be a fool."
Cicero snickered. "And what is wrong with being a fool? If you are comfortable with yourself, why do
For the Love of the Dead - Chapter 1Mid-afternoon, on another gloomy day in Eastmarch, a young Altmer giggled as she pushed open the door of her home. Her younger Bosmer sister ran in after her, both covered in snow.
"You're always better than me at this, Fadryne. I swear, you love hitting me in the face."
"That's what I was aiming for, Nianire. And I've got to enjoy being better than you at something."
With that, Nianire laughed, not expecting her younger sister to be so open about her inferiority complex. Fadryne was a better shot that her any day, but Nianire could always trick her with her stealth. Fadryne may win snowball fights, Nianire was a hide and seek champion.
She was unnaturally short for an Altmer. Her adoptive Bosmer mother wondered if it was somehow her fault, but Nianire was not bothered by it. It made some things easier, and since they were about the same size, they could find clothes for one another, which they loved to do. Her mother enjoyed seeing what colors would best go with Nianire's auburn hair,