The mad prince communicating with Luth telepathically, his loud, obnoxious voice echoing into her ears as he exclaimed "Bosmer! Yer uncle Sheogorath has some advice for ye~!"
Luthâs fingers immediately clutched to her temples as the voice boomed in her head, suddenly dropping her wine goblet and sending red wine all over the floor of the Honeyside kitchen. But she couldnât care less about the mess, her Lord had chosen to communicate with her after so long a silence. She was overjoyed, to say the least.
"Y-yes master?" Her eyes darted around the room, her hand resting on the Charity of Madness pendant that hung from her neck.
Luth gasped, mind racing. Her heart had been so heavy lately, sadness creeping into her bones, and loneliness too. Not that there werenât people she loved around her. She would have already left Skyrim if it werenât for ThavrinâŚ. but there was no denying she was unhappy.
It humbled the Bosmer that Sheogorath had noticed the unhappiness of one of his followers. Humbled, but did not surprise her, as that was one of the reasons she preferred the daedra to the Divines.
"Someone special?", she asked in a hopeful voice.
Coincidentally, a courier came up to the Bosmer, obviously of this world it's outfit was unusual, adorning the head of a daedra yet the lower body of a horse. It was ethereal, for the moment he'd give Luth the package he'd disappear. She would come to unwrap a bottle of Brandy, one unlabeled except for two words. "Brandy."
"BRANDY?! I didn't know ye fancied girls, LOOFY! WAIT! maybe its a guy? I DON'T CARE! Fact o' the matter is, this "brandy" person is gonna CHANGE YER MOOD! Also, i'd be a great show if you or anyone else would consume that brandy. Haha, just kidding! You'd probably going to act as if you consumed one too many shriekshrooms. HAHAHA! GOODBYE, LOOFY~"
His act a big spectable, for his laughter echoed in her head for a good 4 seconds before everything seemed to return to normal.
