- Crazy: I will write a drabble about my character losing it. (Specify a reason if you wish.)
- Death: I will write a drabble about my character contemplating death.
- Enemy: I will write a drabble about my character facing an enemy.
- Forbidden: I will write a drabble about my character longing for something they can never have.
- Loneliness: I will write a drabble about my character feeling lonely.
- Poison: I will write a drabble about my character infected by poison (be it psychically or mentally).
- Rage: I will write a drabble about my character giving in to vicious anger.
- Temptation: I will write a drabble about my character giving in to a temptation they should stay away from. (You may specify.)
Nirkana shielded her eyes a bit as sunlight gleamed over the snow, making the landscape shine as though it were engulfed in white flames. Behind her, the ruins of the dwemer fortress of Alftand stood in sharp, dark contrast. Still, it was good to be able to see without the aid of torches again. But she’d managed to gain a fair amount of items that she could sell or rework into new things in her exploration of the ruin and she hadn’t sustained any serious injuries. That was always a victory when it came to adventuring.
Except as an adventurer you also learned that victories were rarely ever flawless. Nirkana had planned to start heading in the direction of Solitude when she heard a roar pierce the air. She knew that sound far too well. A dragon was nearby.
Instantly she crouched down, her senses kicking into high gear as she attempted to weigh her options. She could attempt to sneak through the trees and continue towards Solitude. Or she could put her pack down(It was filled with far too many things to be able to keep it on in battle.) in the snow and pick a fight. She supposed that ultimately it depended just how close the beast was. Sometimes you could hear the roar from a great distance away. Nirkana would be lying if she said there wasn’t part of her that craved the challenge. It had been sometime since she’d last fought one of the beasts.
Putting her pack down, Nirkana cautiously moved a bit forward, hoping to see if she could catch a glimpse of where exactly the great beast was. Nirkana’s right hand moved reflexively towards her sheathed blade as she heard another roar. Whether she wanted to admit it or not she had really already made her choice. Now she simply had to wait for the right time to strike.
The only reason Milla would have to find herself wandering near the snowy landscapes around Alftand and Saarthal, was if she was going to either Winterhold or Windhelm. She had always managed to go around, but her sense of direction had failed when she was chased by several bears and bandits. Not to mention the Frost trolls that lives in snowy woods. They always got on her nerves.
She had stopped to take a break just south of Saarthal on her way to Windhelm when a shadow appeared on the sky. She had been lucky the last few times she had met with a beast like that, and they just circled over her head a couple of times before disappearing. But this one did not seem to disappear for awhile.
She readied her bow and arrows, waiting to get a clear shot on the large dragon. It had apparently spotted something else it could fight, and landed just up the hill, away from Milla.
She aimed at the dragon and fired an arrow, repeating over and over again until it spotted her and started flying again. It had killed a couple of wolves and a troll, and was now focused on Milla, who was determined to kill it no matter what.
She started running, hoping that it would follow her. It did, and out of its mouth came a shower of frost and ice. Good thing she was resistant to frost. She continued to run up a long hill with the dragon on her tail, shooting an arrow once in a while.
Of course she spotted Alftand when she made it to the top of the hill. Alftand was the last place the had hoped she would ever have to fight a dragon. She only continued to shoot arrows up in the air, hoping to kill it eventually.
Asher let out a sigh. “Never mind.” he said, standing up. “Did you sleep at all?”
“No,” she said, sitting up and leaning against the tree. “I tried, but I only dozed off for a few seconds.”
“Did…did you hear everything I said?” Asher asked, his face turning red.
“Some,” she said, looking at her hands. That was a lie. She hears everything, but she knew telling him that would be a bad idea.
“What exactly did you hear?” he asked moving closer to her.
“Just that you hoped that I would wake up soon,” she told him, looking at him as he moved closer.
Asher let out a sigh. “Never mind.” he said, standing up. “Did you sleep at all?”
“No,” she said, sitting up and leaning against the tree. “I tried, but I only dozed off for a few seconds.”
“Did…did you hear everything I said?” Asher asked, his face turning red.
“Some,” she said, looking at her hands. That was a lie. She hears everything, but she knew telling him that would be a bad idea.
Asher let out a sigh. “Never mind.” he said, standing up. “Did you sleep at all?”
“No,” she said, sitting up and leaning against the tree. “I tried, but I only dozed off for a few seconds.”
Asher decided to have some fun with Milla to pay her back for earlier. He climbed the tree near where she slept and just waited for her to get up.
Asher obviously had no idea that she was not asleep. She looked at him with narrow eyes, watching him while he watched her.
She turned around so she faced the tree again, resting her head on her arm. She then smiled discreetly, “If you’re trying to scare me or get back at me, you’re not doing it right.”
Asher let out a loud sigh. “I will get you back, Milla!” he called before climbing back down.
She frowned and opened her eyes. “What?” she mumbled, still facing the tree.
Asher sat down next to her. “I heard you say something, Milla.” he said as he gently moved a strand of hair out of Milla’s face.
She waited until he had removed the strand of hair before she said anything. “‘What’,” she repeated.
