Chapter Two:
As they left the cramped, darkness of the cave, their senses were hit by a wave of cool, fresh air. Their sights were greeted by hordes of evergreens and small blankets of snow. And somewhere not too far off, a river trickled and rushed to travel to the rest of Skyrim.
However, the bliss of this scene was instantly altered into brief horror as the black figure of the dragon darted overhead. While Sirrus was frozen in place, Sythis was the first to react by once again, pulling her behind the safety of a boulder. But the dragon did not even notice them and flew out of sight.
“Oh no…” Sythis sighs.
“I know! It was heading towards Whiterun!” Sirrus leaves the safety of the rock and stares at the sky in horror.
“No not that!” Sythis trails behind her, throwing the bear pelt over her shoulder. “Do you know how much a dragon’s pelt could be worth!? I can’t believe I let it get away!” She slams her palm to her forehead in regret as Sirrus now glares at her.
“…Seriously?”
Sythis blankly raises her head from her palm. “What?”
“Oh, I don’t know…Dragons somehow exist again and are just as dangerous as ever…and right now, the one that almost killed us is heading to one the great holds in Skyrim. Most sane people might be concerned, but you, you see it as another way to get rich!”
Sythis stares at her, as though trying to process those words like they were a foreign language. “I’m sorry, when did becoming rich become a bad thing?”
“Don’t you understand the concept of nobility?!” Sirrus scoffs.
Once again, Sythis takes a moment to think the statement over. “…When one is rich enough they can buy a title?” Frustrated, Sirrus rolls her hands into white knuckled fists and turns to march off. “Hey where you going?!” Sythis calls after her.
“To Riverwood and away from you-you depraved lunatic!”
“What a coincidence!” Sythis yells playfully and burst with a short sprint until catching up to her side. “I’m heading the same way.”
That sent a bad taste in Sirrus’s mouth “I don’t understand you for a moment! Just a few minutes ago you were going to kill me and then after that, you dragged me through more hell!” she exclaims in confusion.
A wide, devilish smile spreads across the scary warrior’s face “Doesn’t make much sense does it?”
“No, it really doesn’t.” Sirrus tries to quicken her pace to get away from her, but with no luck as she is once again at her side.
“Well, it occurred to me that you have skills I can use— and I can tell you right now, those aren’t your fighting skills…” Even though Sirrus knew that was true, she still grunted in offense as she continued. “But I don’t know what it is…you have a way of talking to people…good speech skills like that can help a woman like me stay out of trouble!” Sirrus was already ready to flatly say no. “And you also happen to be good with…what was it? Oh desk work! And I happen to have a bounty on my head…”
“Deal with it yourself, I refuse to be your partner!”
“The term ‘partner’ is a little too much…I was thinking more like ‘sidekick who carries things for me’.”
“Not interested.” She grumbles
“That so? Alright then, where do you plan on going after this, Solitude? If so, how is it you’re going to get there? You know, bow-whacking won’t always work. Especially on wizards…mages…werewolves and vampires…”
