#sagelocks

[tural-amring]

[Tural, Nidhel]

The streets of Whiterun were calmer during the evening hours than in the middle of the day, but still, the dull buzz of conversation filled the air as the shopkeepers began to mingle with everyone else after closing. Realizing as he had been passing by that it was near the time that Nidhel left,   Tural waited outside the Drunken Huntsman, arms crossed as he leaned against the stone retaining wall. He could already feel the day’s training beginning to settle into an ache, and was glad for the moment to relax while waiting on Nidhel’s shift to end. Between him retraining his newly-healed arm, and her busy schedule working for Elrindir, they hadn’t gotten to talk in a while.

[naga-miner]

✿ Nidhel stood in front of Seewul, a ring of yellow and white flowers in hand. Instead of asking him to bend down or anything of the sort, she let the flowers float up with magic and gently land on the Naga's head.

The Naga opened his mouth to say something as Nidhel approached, but froze as the ring of flowers began to drift upwards, his mouth closing as his eyes followed it with an intent interest. He had been able to move objects with magic before, but never so effortlessly as Nidhel appeared to do it.

As the crown came to a rest on his head, Seewul looked down at Nidhel again, mouth pulling into a small smile. “Thank you.”

[tural-amring]

Slow Recovery (Tural, Nidhel)

The healers had finally let Tural out of the temple. Not that he could he could really blame them for keeping him as long as they did, his state over the last two days hadn’t quite been ideal. Honestly, the Bosmer couldn’t quite remember most of the first day, between intermittently drifting into a restless sleep, and being preoccupied with putting up with the pain in his arm and chest when there was no one around to talk to. He remembered warning the other Companions about the Silver Hand when they arrived in the night, and speaking with a couple others who came to visit him throughout the day, but little else.

It had felt as though today had been the first morning he had woken up with a completely clear head. After a brief conversation with the healers, they had agreed to let him stay elsewhere for the remainder of his recovery. While he had been tempted to return home, he didn’t relish the idea of being mostly incapacitated within what was apparently striking distance of the Silver Hand. So, he had gone to Jorrvaskr, temporarily reoccupying his old room. He had asked Brill and Athis to go gather his armor and weapons, as well as a small box of personal belongings, from his home, and they had willingly agreed.

Currently, Tural sat on the edge of the bed, taking in slow, deep breaths, steady through the stinging pain on his chest as the skin shifted with his breathing, the familiar scent of the mead hall flooding his nostrills. He looked like a mess, he knew: bandages still covering his forearms, his side, his chest, and his arm bound and slung tightly enough that he couldn’t bend it unless he really tried. Still, the familiarity of Jorrvaskr settled him despite his injuries, and he sat in quiet focus, eyes closed, letting the pain of the injuries dull a bit as he became accustomed to it.

[wandererfromthenorth]

“Do you ever feel trapped in all of your wants instead of your needs?” [From Nidhel]

Halldis was quiet for a moment, brows furrowed as she carefully considered the question.

“Um....sometimes maybe?” she began slowly, “Or...well...I’m not sure about trapped, b-but I often worry that I fret over wants more than I ought to. You can want a thing and not really need it, yeah?” the Nord paused, frowning, “Or...i-is that what you meant?”

[halforcsmash]

“bruises?” [Nidhel]

Korgul froze, the drawn breath ragged and rasping as it caught in his throat. Thick fingers were blood slick and shaking, staining the bandages even as he tried to staunch the blood flow. 

“Don’t tell her,” He managed to mumble, turning towards her. The silver burns covered his torso, the jagged and black edges of cuts trailing the lines of his ribs and the curve of his iliac furrow. It was bad, but he had survived worse. Nidhel had seen him come back from worse. He just needed to stop the blood flow, “Please. I don’t want her to worry about me.” 

[brielleroux-archive-blog]

✿ "Oh! I think this lavender shade would look so pretty. If you want, of course." - Nidhel

Send me a ✿and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair.

“Oh, you think so?”

Even if it weren’t true, she’s never been one to pass up anopportunity to sport a flower crown. “I’ll wear it,” she said, smiling with herhands ready to take the crown. “I’d love to wear it.”

[wandererfromthenorth]

✿ "If you want, I have these daisies and little pink wildflowers." - Nidhel

Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair

Halldis looked at the Bosmer for a moment, surprised by the unexpected offer. It was very sweet, and they were such nice flowers, it was difficult to pass up. She stepped a bit closer, both to get out of the way of other passersby, and also to get a better look the flowers.

“...I-I rather like daisies,” she said quietly, offering a small smile as she gently took one, “Thank you very much.”

[halforcsmash]

Once it was safe and both the ogrim and the atronach had been slain, Nidhel wasted no time coming to Korgul's side. "You're hurt," she said, not even bothering to make it a question. Even she knew he would have been standing otherwise. "You need to tell me what happened. Where are you wounded?"

“Back.”

Korgul managed to gasp. His torn armour had mostly fallen over his stomach wound, hiding the extent of the damage from view. But his back was the problem. He couldn’t feel anything from just below his ribs and down, his legs weren’t responding to any of his commands.

“Don’t worry about nothin’ else.” He looked at Nidhel, pleading with his eye, scrabbling at his hip pouch, “I have potions for anything else, just fix my back.” 

He gulped, trying to keep the fear out of his voice, “”