#askdemiah

Demiah wrapped her arms around the elfling, running her hand down the girl’s hair in a soothing fashion. “Hush, little one. No mortal has the power to stop the weather.” She held her daughter back to look her in the eyes. “But it is nothing to be afraid of. Just the work of Kynareth.”

Demiah jumped, quickly wrapping the towel around herself. She peered at her brother skeptically, arching a brow at him. “Have you been drinking, brother? Heavily?”

"I do not have much to do with Sheogorath. He’s far too unpredictable, even for Daedric Prince. He makes me nervous."

"Dig?" She raised an eyebrow, looking thoroughly amused. "I’m not sure about that term but I do enjoy his company."

After several moments, she broke away. “I…er…I’m sorry, ser.” Her face flushed again, as she turned and made her way out the door as fast as she could.

She raise both her eyebrows. “Skittish little doe? I would not test me, if I were you, Grey One.”

Before she knew what she was doing, she stood up. Taking a step forward she half stumbled into him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Demiah’s lips fall open slightly. For a moment, she is dumb-founded into silence. Eventually she finds her words, having the grace to blush. “Greyone, I…you flatter me most unduly. Thank you, though I'm sure you use this line on all women.” She laughs sheepishly.