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[[Hiatus announcement! I’m terribly sorry but I have not been feeling the muse for either Signe or Maeve at the moment. I’ll continue to be on Adelein’s account for the time being to finish up plots.
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[So here he is crying in public -not sobbing but certainly enough for his cheeks to be damp- because he found a small, scared cat that’s clearly domestic (and which is currently letting him cradle her) and he’s not familiar enough with the area to know who the poor thing belongs to. What if he can’t find this cat’s family?!]
I, I beg your pardon, sera, I don’t mean to intrude, but do you know who this cat belongs to? I think she’s lost.
[Signe is bundled up, shifting through the snow and calling the name ‘Butterscotch’. It wasn’t her cat, but her mothers, jolting from the house and getting lost in a frightening windstorm that happened overnight. She hears the sounds of sobbing. A mer is holding a small creature in his arms, before Signe is able to say anything he notices her and speaks] Oh... oh by Kyne--Yes! That’s my ma’s cat. Are you...[she pauses for a moment deciding not to ask if he was crying.] How did you find her?
“He’s got his share of uses,” she agreed, grinning back up at the innkeeper. “Weapon that’s already blunt only takes half as much upkeep too, which is less of a hassle for me. Of course, the dwarven metal helps. Toughest in the world.”
She caught herself boasting. “Not that I would have any way of really knowing. Hard to find anyone who can replicate it, no, I just happened upon this in one of my first dives. Call it beginner’s luck, but he’s stuck with me for years now.”
‘He’s’...that was interesting, but Signe wasn’t quite sure why. Weapons could commonly be refereed to by ‘he’s’ or ‘she’s’. Especially if they were reliable. “True, very true. Sometimes you end up sharpenin’ a sword until there isn’t much else left to it.” Signe smirked at the boast, now this was a mer that she could relate to. “...oh but, the toughest? Really now?” The nord rapped her knuckles over the top of the hammer, Signe’s knowledge of the forge colored her impressed. That was a rather extraordinarily crafted tool. Her doubtful expression suddenly faded. “Well... damn. This is a nice find isn’t it? I know those folk aren’t around anymore, but this is some smithin’ that I’d have respect for.”
“Hey, even I know not to argue with a Nord woman,” Brielle sympathized with Volsung’s desire for pie. At least he was willing to work for it.
“I’ve got no plans, but I’d have to check with Rugar. I’m willing to help with things like dishes and cutting up vegetables or what have you.” She offered. Could even sneak Signe’s dad some pie. “It’d be great to catch up with you, find out about your inn and farm.”
Signe propped the door open with her hips and hauled the goods inside. “I’ll help ma get started then. Unless you want me to come with you? Trust me there is good night’s worth of catching up. I’ll break out the ales.” Volsung laughed, interjecting. “Don’t get too out-of-hand, children. You need to take care of me and Ma, Kyne knows we have a few too many after Saturalia and the next year’s festivals. It would be nice to see Rugar again, and I’ll let Sigrun know to set out a few more plates if you decide to come by.”
New Life and Old
The night-sky over Dawnstar is speckled brightly like the coat of a newborn fawn. Signe sighs wistfully into the silence, releasing a puff of steam into the cold winter air. Her cheeks are rosy with the influence of few too many ales. “Another year, eh?” The nord spoke, her mother gently rocked in the wooden chair next to her. “You still don’t want to move to Whiterun do ya, Ma? You know I’ll build you a new house just like this one.” Sigrun sighed, tucking away her pale blond locks, streaks of white were intertwined within her braids. “Signe, this home was my Ma’s and her Ma’s before that. It’s old and got character like me. I’d hate to leave it alone. I think you’ll understand one day, I’m like the old oak that learned to love it’s place in the world. You got room to grow too, dear, don’t worry about us.” There was a solemn silence as Signe hung her head, she took another sip of her tankard, gaining the courage to smile. “Alright, Ma. I’ll stop bothering you then. I wan’t you to come see it one day, can I have that? I worked so damn hard on that little farm I want you to see it.” A chill brushed past her warmed face as Signe watched her mother’s expression, the wise lines in her face and the cool colors of the sky that Kyne blessed them with. She was tall and stocky just like Signe, the titan’s blood ran through their veins like honest pride. “I will, dear.” She puffed on her pipe and blew swirls of smoke. Her voice was worn slightly from the use. “...Just promise me you’ll listen to me for once. You know that keeping yourself busy isn’t gonna fix what hurts in your heart. Don’t wear yourself thin trying to get away from it. Grow where you are planted, child. Don’t let the ants eat at your bark.” Signe turned the tankard in her palms, ruminating those words. “I’ll try to, Ma.”
“Hey, Roog was always gonna amount to something. He was the fine, proper Nord kid. Even if he couldn’t throw, or take, a punch.” Brielle laughed in return. “I just hope he starts getting my mom a grandkid or two, soon, so she’ll stop giving me wistful looks.”
She gave Volsung a cheeky grin as they approached, picking up the pace slightly so he didn’t have as far to walk on his cane. “She even brought trouble home! Honestly, what are you going to do with her?”
“Oh, tell me about it.” Signe rolled her eyes, her parents were getting old and restless. Volsung’s grin was innocuously agreeing with Brielle as he overheard the conversation. He would love to embarrass his daughter’s lovers and ask for grandchildren to spoil. Signe stopped her father as he reached for the covered boxes of apple pies. Disguising his plans with a gracious consideration to help her carry them inside. He did want to help, but he would ask for a slice before dinner in return...Signe’s mother would not have that. “Signe’s a grown woman now, stubborn and unable to listen to anyone but herself, just like her mother. Its a good thing too because they’re both usually right.” Signe grinned in return, securing the goods to deliver to her mother in one piece. “Alright, Da. Then I’m tellin’ you to keep your hands off these pies until after dinner then, okay? Bri, did you have any plans tonight, then? I’d love to see Rugar again and meet his lady. We got more then enough food here ‘cause Ma and Da like to cook everything they get their hands on. Could feed an army- the two.”
“I did a bit of traveling, too, but I somehow ended up right back where I started, knee-deep in snow.” Brielle tagged along unbidden, gently prodding produce back into place should it threaten to spill. “It’s not been so bad, but usually I’m too busy to notice the cold.
“Rugar’s about, sure. He has his own forge, you know, and three apprentices! And a house, where he lives with his lover, Sparrow.” If there was surprise from Brielle at how Signe had changed over the years, she didn’t voice it. It had been, after all, quite a long time. “We could get everyone together, yeah. Have a nice big dinner.”
“Rugar does? Color me impressed!” Signe chuckled, a puff of steam escaped her mouth. “A forge, a house, and a lover. Looks like he’s done good for himself then. I started to dabble in blacksmithing a bit too but just to get what I needed done.” The sun was setting, and the warm glow of each houses’ hearth came to life. At least it was clear, Dawnstar could be a constant flurry all winter long. A man with long locks of grey breathed out wisps of smoke and nodded his head towards Bri and Signe. He leaned against the post supporting the home, taking a break for fresh air while Signe’s mother, Sigrun, roasted a rack of quail inside. Volsung smiled, hobbling towards the two with his sturdy cane. “Well, look who it is. My daughter found trouble again, didn’t she?”
The Holidays in Dawnstar
Sorry to bother you, but how much is a room?
"Twenty septims, a little higher then usual I know but it's a quiet inn and I feed ya for no extra cost."
“Oof!” Brielle felt the air pushed out of her lungs as the joyful Nord scooped her up. She managed a laugh as she was set back down, regaining her balance with a slight wobble. “Gods, Signe, you filled out nicely.
“I’ve been all over,” Bri continued on, pushing her hair out of her face and tucking it back into its binding. “Mostly here, but, busy. What about you? I think I see your parents more ‘n you, and I don’t visit them except when Rugar makes it a point to be neighborly.”
“Well you know my ma, didn’t need any help hauling an elk back home after a hunt. Folks think I’m kiddin’ when I tell them that now.” Signe motioned for Brielle to follower her while she walked, she had to get groceries home after-all. The nostalgia was uncanny, knowing that the two traced over these steps years ago. “I left right after you did, joined the companions until I earned enough to start my own farm and inn. I’ve had it for about four...five years now? ‘Tween Rorikstead and Whiterun city...gotta say my fire’s simmered down to coals these days.” Signe had so many memories worth the gap that that Brielle and Rugar had not seen her. She was quite a different person, even Anvindr was surprised. “Is he about too? We should all get everyone together!”
She wasn’t surprised that this woman had given up the mercenary life. She seemed too kind for that. Zel didn’t care for loss of life, herself. Fighting, sure, but it was always a nasty business when a desperate thief refused to be driven off.
Ah, but her work was something she enjoyed discussing! “I’m between hauls right now,” she admitted, a bit sheepish. It was so rare to meet people with legitimate interest in what she did; she felt almost ashamed to have nothing to show for it.
“I do have this, though,” she smiled, lightly slapping that hunk of metal at her hip. The golden hammer gave a dull ring with the sound of the impact. “Plenty of folks have tried to take this beauty off my hands over the years. They all figured out pretty quick that my hands are damn good at holding onto it.”
“I was lookin’ at that. Nice piece you got there. Did you find it yourself or make it? It’s got a personal touch, I can tell.” Signe wasn’t particularly intuitive, but something about the fire in the mer’s eyes matched the spirit of the weapon she wielded. “All fools, good thing you showed them how to keep their hands to themselves. I can always tell who’s more practical and hardworkin’ by what kind of tools the wield, too. Anyone with an axe and hammer’s got more business to do then killin’. Far more faithful then a sword out in the wilds, that’s for damn sure.”
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Sontaire’s gift is wrapped in red and green patterned silk, the ribbon is gold and tied together neatly. Inside is a porcelain chicken, but the design is unique and expertly crafted. Its wings and beak are outlined in gold. It must have been an expensive commission. Inside the card is a pressed ruby red rose, with the words ‘With love from me and my children.--Signe’
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Inside of a green foil cover is a whool sweater and booties too small for a person. Perhaps a child? However, there are two pairs of booties and a card attached with the a satchel of cat nip tea. The note says 'They always like the wrapping paper better then the gift. --Signe'
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A long woooden box is covered in colorful cloth, somthing inside is rather lofty and solid. The box unlatches by shifting a panel, and reveals a finely crafted steel sword inside of leather sheath. Tied to the hilt is a bundle of evergreen sprigs and snowberries. A small card is tucked into the top part of the wooden crate, it says 'Always good to have a backup! --Signe'
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A square box is wrapped in red dyed paper. A ribbon neatly ties it together. Inside is a box of cookies and three books with the titles of well known 'romantic fictions'. The card is made from pressed wildflowers, with the bold font of the nord's handwriting 'Remember when we used to hide these from Ma? --Signe'