#siela caerick

Daerahien opted to set up an arch near a tree in the main courtyard where the well is, it seemed the most appropriate place for new and old to pledge themselves.

Bennett Stark x Glenna al'Seen Daella: A Stark man needs a strong wife, and they seem to get along. Avraeh: Glenna's stubborn as they come, but she won't mind being a Stark herself. I know you Seven Kingdomers put a great deal of weight on names. Corrigan: I think he'd choose her himself if we didn't for him.

Heath Stane x Paloma al’Caar Daella: Heath is very good-natured, used to following orders. He'll want to stay with Bennett. Avraeh: Since Corrigan is certain the Braerth men won't be separated, Heath seems the best suited to Paloma. Corrigan: Nimphaneth would gut anyone who took Brelas from him. Better Heath and Paloma pair off.

Tobias Hafden x Avraeh Inlow Daella: You already said Tobias would take you as his wife without issue. Avraeh: Naeva and Tobias both knew I wouldn't take Dram as a husband and offered him as an option. Corrigan: Fair enough.

Valant Bandevin x Elspet Mareed Daella: As he's her warder, of course they should be paired. Avraeh: Elspet is already put out about losing Gwein, even if she understands. Corrigan: Hopefully they're happy together.

Jon Bole x Jae Knott Daella: Alerie hoped Jon would be placed within the keep, but with his fondness for Jae I think they'll do fine in Daerahien. Avraeh: He follows the girl around like a puppy. Corrigan: I've seen it, no dignity in mooning about.

She spoke very little at first, but a spark of curiousity flared in her eyes as she began to learn more of them. Wulfgar wasn't sure what to make of the woman. She sounded… strange. Her words clipped and shaped with rounded edges that seemed so delicate against his own rough tongue.

One evening she settled primly next to him on a log, staring ahead as she spoke. "You're not from this world, are you?"

He never heard anyone who spoke like her - then again, Wulfgar didn't think he'd ever seen anyone quite like her either. He certainly had never imagined such a woman would speak to the likes of him. Back home he was known as Curse-Bringer, and for good reason. His mother always said the second she saw his dark hair she knew the end was upon them, and damned if she wasn't right.

"No, we fled a great nothingness, like something we'd never seen before. We lost-"

Her eyes grow sharp with focus, cutting him off. "You sacrificed."

"Yes, yes we did." Shamefacedly, he looks away, not knowing if he would have been brave enough to really sacrifice, to turn the blade upon his hip against himself, but the woman does not seem to notice this. If she does, she does not point it out.

Her voice is a soft thing now. "So did we."

Wulfgar wonders what she gave up that makes her toss and turn at night, kicking at her blankets and screaming. He wonders if it had a name. "Do you think it was worth it?"

Her melancholy speaks to him, asking to be soothed, but he doesn't know what to say. He never knows the right thing to say. Instead he just points to Endrast and Kesh playfighting, Siela and Corrigan nestled together knitting - the gesture saying what he can't find the words to say.

After a day of moving forward without any clear path or direction one among them begins to shape their group. He sets up simple tasks and chores, watches during the night, and it is him who begins to plan their future: Nimphaneth, an unknown bosmer who was clearly allied with the Thieves Guild.

Sayma isn't so sure about a thief being in charge of them all, but he seems a decent enough man, practical and charming, and she supposes she's followed worse orders from worse men.

It starts small of course, asking if Kesh might sing them something heartening, eyes moving to the young boy at his side - Endrast she thinks he's called - and Kesh, not wanting the child to be afraid of the new place they find themselves in begins to sing.

Later Nimphaneth suggests Belyn & Saerlund go hunting while they rest. To Sayma he politely asks if she might scout ahead with the orc, Makhel. Soon he is making most of the decisions but none seem to mind - to herself, Sayma thinks he's rather brilliant. He's even managed to bond Corrigan and Siela when the two by all rights should be at one another's throats.

Bereft, the group drifts. The last survivors of their world, survivors of the heroes of ages. Their promise guides them, fills them with furious determination to live - to make sure the sacrifice made in their name was not for nothing.

We will bring their souls honor with each day that we live. May they smile down upon us.

Sayma glances at the others. All of us.