It was a Morndas, early in Second Seed. The sun had just risen above the horizon, the air misty and cool. Lake Honrich’s water was still and glassy, and all around were the sounds of the world waking up. Honeyside lay nestled on the edge of Riften and the lake, with a deck overlooking the body of water. A dark elf named Sevna sat at a wooden table, staring out at the waking world. Another elf, an Altmer named Aoibheann, exited the house balancing two dishes and quietly approached Sevna.“Here you go,” Aoibheann said, handing Sevna a bowl filled with stew. Sevna murmured a thank you under her breath, careful not to spill it as she set it on the table. While she picked up a spoon and stirred it around, Aoibheann sat down at the table as well, a soft smile on her face. Sevna’s eyes lingered on Aoibheann for a long moment until eventually the other girl met her eyes. Aoibheann’s smile widened.
Sevna’s eyes flickered back to her bowl. “Haven’t tried it yet,” she said before scooping up a spoonful.“Careful, it’s hot,” Aoibheann warned her a little anxiously as Sevna brought it to her lips.The dark elf took the time to blow on it to cool it before finally taking the spoon into her mouth. She could feel Aoibheann’s eyes on her, and tried to focus on the taste of it instead of that. She was never one to dress up her critiques - if it was bad, Sevna would say so, and tell her why, too.Luckily, it was hardly ever the case. It was delicious, flavorful, not too salty with just enough vegetables, cooked just the way Sevna liked it.She met Aoibheann’s expecting eyes. “It’s really good,” was all she said. It was all Aoibheann needed - the high elf beamed at her. “I’m glad.” And she genuinely was.Sevna glanced away, feeling her heart beat a little louder in her chest. It’d been doing that lately, only around Aoibheann. She thought after the kiss, after learning of the mutual affections they shared, it’d quiet down. On the contrary, it’d gotten worse, much to Sevna’s irritation.The dark elf had no experience in affairs of the heart, so she just took it one day at a time. She acted like it wasn’t a big deal, as if she took it all in her stride, but she was a lot more confused and nervous about it then she let on. She’d never cared so much for someone, nor been cared for as much either. It was a lot to handle, and now Sevna felt as if every move had a bunch of extra weight attached to it now. It was suffocating sometimes, remembering that she was in such a precarious position. She did her best to swallow her anxiety though.Aoibheann helped. Sevna’s fear fell silent against Eve’s soft lips, her anxieties were laid to rest as they slept, limbs tangled and hands intertwined. It was incredible how one person could terrify her so much, but also give her a peace she never knew before.It was terrifying, yes, but as they sat there eating their porridge in the silence of that cool morning, Sevna knew she wouldn’t trade anything in the entire world for it. She couldn’t think of anywhere she’d rather be. As she looked at Aoibheann, the morning sun turning her golden, she knew that no matter how terrified she was, nothing could drag her from Aoibheann’s side.Aoibheann suddenly looked over at Sevna, tilting her a head a bit curiously as she studied the dark elf’s face.“What’s on your mind?” she said in a soft, gentle voice, a light smile on her face.Sevna stared her a moment longer, breathless by her beauty, overwhelmed at how much she loved her. She had to look away, her red eyes flickering over to the horizon as she thought of what to say.
