4E 201, Skyrim
Out of those who’ve helped me since first stepping into Skyrim, I think the lass I met today is one of the more agreeable ones. Brielle, her name was. Sharp one, and kind too. She found me in the Rift (thank the Hist, being lost for two days was getting embarrassing) and brought me to the town, Riften, where I was finally able to procure a decent map. I already have plans to whack Markus with the one he gave me whenever I manage to run into him again. Bastard.
Part of me feels a little sad that I have to be so far north (another long stretch of a journey, but that’ll be started tomorrow, and hopefully without any more setbacks), but if work is scarce in Winterhold, then I see no harm in coming to Riften. Windhelm may prove to be a little too risky due to the current political situation anyway. It would also give me a chance to check up on her. I’m sure she’s fine in Riften, she seems smart enough to know how to handle herself, but it would make me feel a little better. Maybe I’ve just gotten too used to people vanishing when I turn my back. Maybe I’m just paranoid.
She reminds me of Maarzi, and not just because of her red hair, lovely though it is. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Maarzi had more of the outward fire, wild and unpredictable, but capable of being comforting, like a hearth. Brielle seems to be more of the hearth type. I’m not sure how else to explain it.
She likes reading, especially riddles and rhymes, and she seems to like horses. If the snows come to Riften, inviting her out to build forts and have snowball fights could be an option as well. I wonder if there’s any bookstores on the way north. I’ll have to check and see what they have in Riften first. But that will have to wait until tomorrow when I’m actually sober enough to stand. The Bee and Barb is owned by a pair of Argonians and Talen-Jei makes incredible drinks that remind me of home. I’m still trying to decide which I like the best. The Cliffracer certainly has me stumbling over my words the quickest.
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