Day 7:

Finally, we are are approaching Riverwood. Farkas, who was supposed to take me only up to Ivarstead, actually walked me to my destination. He said that, since he was not looking for a particular fight but for any good fight, getting it where he was or where I was going didn't change much. From what he told me, in his own way of explaining, about the companions, I believe what he told me is part of the truth. I also believe that when he realised that I had no money and no way to get from Ivarstead to Riverwood on my own he took pity on me. I think that sir Farkas might be a brute, but a nice one indeed...

Right now, we are on the road, he just told me that the village is only a few minutes away. I can't wait. I never imagined that traveling was so exhausting... And dangerous! So I keep putting a foot in front of the other, trusting in the fact that I'll one day get somewhere. Farkas just stopped, as I pass him, he calls to me:

"Hey little elf."

It's always, little elf, lass, girl, wench and so forth with him, never Idialia. I told him my name didn't I? Anyway, I stop and turn towards him, I think that I know what this is about. In fact, I expected it way sooner.

"Yes farkas?"

He motions to me and I join him, felling my heartbeat accelerate slightly.

"You know lass, you should drop the hat, you are cuter without it" he tells me.

Smiling, I remove it and stuff it in my pocket.

"There, better? Was that all Farkas?"

Dear Mara, I hope so... And I hope not... It's been days that we travel together and I was pretty sure that he would take advantage of me. I feared it, expected it... Wanted it, maybe?

"I was thinking that I helped you a lot since you thanked me on that hill, for those skeletons. Reckon you might not have made it here without me. That true or not?"

"I... Guess it's true Farkas."

"What a bout a kiss then?" He asks.

A kiss? I expected more something like "Spread those tighs lass, it's plowing time!" What the hell is wrong with me, where is my mind going?

Seeing, that I don't say no, Farkas grabs my hips and pulls me to him. I don't try to resist, had I tried I don't know if he would have noticed the difference. Damn that armor is pretty bulky against me, and it smells like sweat and rust, and his lips are on mine and... Oh my...

He doesn't exactly have a sweet breath, and he holds me a bit to tight, but by Mara, is my heart fluttering hard! It's pleasant. I feel small and vulnerable, I feel like a little elf in his big strong nord paws. He kisses me pretty sweetly in fact, and eventhough I am not an expert myself, I'd say clumsily. Something tells me that it is not something he does a lot.

His eyes in my eyes, I kiss back with passion, not wanting it to end. I don't know how long it lasts, but finally we part.

I see him hesitate, then he smiles at me and says:

"You wanna play with it right?"

I feel my cheeks burning.

"I... Shouldn't"

"Shouldent? What kind beast is that? You want it lass, or not? Why don't you take a look to help you decide?"

He looks around to make sure that there is nobody on the road in any direction, then he starts removing is armor while I stay here wanting to disappear. When he turns to me completely naked though, my shame goes, while I admire him despite myself. He really is impressive. None of the men that I saw my mother entertain was so muscular, and none of them had such a... trunk between the legs...

I try to look away but my eyes keep coming back to his sleeping dragon. Who is sleeping less and less.

"Come on little elf, you can look, it won't bite. Come closer"

I should tell him to go away and stop pestering me. What I shouldn't do is kneel in front of him to look at it better. Yes, that's what I shouldn't be doing...

Sweet Mara, it is standing up by itself, without him or me doing anything to it. I know that I shouldn't take it in my hand either, and I am doing it, again...

Nobody's forcing me, I can't take away the responsibility, it is all my doing. If he doesn' think me a harlot after that...

Shyly now, I take this hot and strong dragon in my hand, feeling it rear his head as soon as I touch it."

"Yeah girl, start pumping. You know what needs done, you done it before."

Obediently, I start pressing it, pumping it, up and down, down and up, feeling it pulsate between my fingers. Wanting to please him, I quickly put my other hand on it, to feel it evenmore, and I look up to him to see if he agrees, apparently he does agree...

"Oh little elf! Magic fingers! That's what you have. Keep going. Keep going."

And going I keep.

There, kneeling in front of him, I am much closer to it's dragon than I was last time I did this. Fascinated, I look at it more and more. Its smell is overpowering, but not exactly unpleasant. I wonder how it would taste, I wonder how it would feel in my mouth, or in my flower, my sweet flower that I feel moistening itself between my legs.

Facinated by what I am doing, I don't see Farkas put his hand on my head, pushing me softly forward. I know he could force me, he doesn't. I Know I could resist, I don't.

Inch by inch, I get closer to it, its smell now overpowering. Finally, Taking him in my mouth isn't even a conscious decision.

Its taste fills my mouth, its size also. I have to breath through my nostrils because even like that there is almost no place left for air to go around his mighty dragon. Shyly, I Lick at its head and Farkas shivers, his grip on my head suddenly much stronger.

"Come on wench, take me in he says." 

Obediently, I take him deeper in my mouth, feeling him kiss the back of my throat.

With both his hands on my head, Farkas starts coming and going in my mouth. I breathe as I can when he pulls back, then take it in again, and again, feeling more and more lightheaded, feeling like a toy in his hands.

I lose all sense of time as I suck on him. My wolrd is his dragon, his smell, his taste, his girth.

Farkas's movements are getting quicker, more erratic. Suddenly his grip on me becomes irresistible and he forces himself deep in my throat,.

Unable to breath, I feel his potent seed spurt directly in my throat. Even when I am about to pass out from lack of air, it never even comes to my mind to try and get away. Finally he pulls out, His dragon still hard as a rock in front of my face.

Out of it, I stay there, my eyes glued to his now softening dragon as Farkas, still holding me by the hair sighs happily.

"Sure You're virgin elf? I been sucked worse by some expensive whores. I'd say you found your calling."

Still out of it, I stay in front of him, His dragon finally going down in my hand.

I finally let go of him and as I stay there, still in shock, he goes to his underclothes and armor and dons it efficiently.

Now that the heat of the moment begins to fade, I start feeling more and more self conscious. Unaware of it, Farkas comes back to face me.

"You know girl, Iain't joking. You should dump your stupid fiance and come with me to Jorrvaskr. You'd have a good life with us there. Plenty of big strong men to take care of you, and nobody'd dare mess with you, We're the companions lass, being our girl is an honor. What do you say?"

Is he asking me to become, not his girl friend, but a kind of prostitute for his group of fighters friends? How could he think that i'd say yes? And why am I actually hesitating, I didn't leave my mother's place security and luxuries to become a whore in a backcountry like here! However, the idea of not one man, but many, treating me like he just did, using me... No, what is wrong with me? I came here to learn magic, I have to focus! And by the way, what is with his fiancé talk, I never told anything about that, just that I was a virgin... 

"I... Err, that is very sweet Farkas but you see..." I start, but he cuts me.

"Ah well, it's a waste, but it's your life. You'd be a great cock sheath, and a happy one I'm sure. Well girl, two minutes down the road and you'll be in Riverwood. Me, i am going back to Jorrvaskr in Whiterun. Do come visit, I'll treat you to food and ale, to my cock too if you want. Anyway, I'd like to kiss you goodbye, but we done it already, and now you got my juice on your face so... Well no. See you little elf, Come see Farkas when you're bored!"

And just like that, he leaves, whistling. And I said he was nice? What a skeever!

I stand up and, yes, obviously I can't go to Riverwood with a man's semen on my lips. It's a good thing that there is a river next to me...

 

(...) a bit later (...)

 

Now that I have cleaned my face, and wiped my clothes, I walk towards Riverwood. It really is a small village. As I get closer, I question once again the whole notion of having come here with no back up plan. What will I do if the people here don't recognize my rights to my mothers property? Or if there is any other problem? It is not really as if I can go back now...

I get to the outer fortifications, for yes, in this kind of country it appears that even small villages as this one need some big fortification to fend off... What? Wild Life? Bandits, this civil war I keep hearing about? Anyway, there, on the outer fortification is another of these crazy and obscene adverts.

However I will not be intimidated. I stride in the village, exhibiting an assurance I am far from feeling but anyway, as mother often said, appearing is two thirds of being. Let's hope I won't need the last third...

It has only one main road, a water mill, a smith a shop and a few houses. We are pretty far from what I got used to in Daggerfall. I guess my house is one of those but they all seem occupied. I finally decide to ask my way around. First I ask the smith. I realize as I talk to him that I haven't put my hat back on, but it is too late to do anything about it. Anyway, if I leave among them, hiding the fact that I am an altmer will probably be impossible.

The smith, a big man named Alvor, is actually friendly enough, and after a little chat, he tells me that there is a hunting lodge belonging to a fat old breton just outside of the village. Apparently it hasn't been occupied in ages and the key is kept by a man named Orgnar who is the tavern owner.

Once again, not what I would have called a tavern, calling it rustic would be overly polite. On the other hand, people are really friendly. When I tell the tavern owner that I am here to get the key to the hunting lodge, he just comments that a few years back he received a letter saying that it now belonged to an altmer, and then he gives me the key without asking for any proof of what I say or even my name. He then keeps on telling me that it is a nice house and offers me one night at his place while a few of the "boys" will go up there and make it livable.

Such kindness actually makes me suspicious for a while and I can't help thinking about the slavers but, well, why go to such complicated lengths? I guess that if he so wanted he could esayly overpower me, it is not as if I came with an escort. So I thank him and go to the room he shows me. After 6 days on the road, and before that a cramped boat, it is actually heavenly. I probably would have spent a great night if I hadn't kept reminiscing about Farkas... Farkas and his big dragon, and its taste, his overpowering manliness... Mara have pity on me, let me think of someting else than this stupid nord and his huge cock!

Anyway, I finally manage to fall asleep after a while.

 

Day 8:

I wake up feeling much better. Getting up, I swear to Orgnar that I'll pay my debt for the night, and the hearty breakfast that he insists I take before leaving, and I leave for my new house. They were right, it is just out of the village gates and it is actually quite nice in a rustic (suprise surprise!) way.

The people that Orgnar sent to prepare the house have done a good job and have even put some food on the table and lighted the fires in and out of the house.

Of course, since it is a "hunting lodge", the place is decorated with many trophies, not exactly my taste, but beggars cant't be choosers.

Anyway, there is still a lot of work to do to clean the place and, since I am now going to live here, I'd better get started.

The weather is very nice, the air cool but sunny. Broom in hand, just for a while, I manage to forget about my ordeal getting here and my worries about the future.

 

Day 10:

It took me a few days to get installed correctly in my new home. I actually sold some of the trophies to Lucan Valerius, the owner of Riverwood's shop to pay for expanses and to pay back Orgnar.  On the other hand, I don't think that money will be that hard to come by. There are many plants around the house and in the forest around and, even if mother didn't really teach much apart from poetry, music and such, she still told me how to do some balms and such for... Feminine problems. When I talked about it with Camilla, she told me that, not only would her brother (the shop owner) buy some from me, but she was also pretty sure that the alchemist in Whiterun would be happy to buy bigger amounts of balms from me and the reagents I have no use for. That is a rather good news.

 

Day 13:

It's been a few days now that I am in riverwood. My streak of bad luck and crazy situations seems to have run out. So this morning, I left early with my earnings from the sale of some of my balms to Lucan and the rest of my stock to go to Whiterun. I was a bit hesitant at first to wander alone on the road but everybody told me that it is one of the safest holds in Skyrim, and that this road was patrolled often. So I went this morning, and here I am, close to Whiterun.

Ok, It is bigger than Riverwood. Maybe not as big as Daggerfall, but a true city I guess, like Windhelm was. Let's just hope that people are friendlier here than they were up in Windhelm...

Thinking about this place where I arrived in Skyrim, I hesitate suddenly, wondering if I shouldn't go back to Riverwood. But I shake myself up to go forward. How can I expect to get to study magic at the college of Winterhold if I can't muster the strength to step into the closest city. I didn't come here to become a small village's menstruation balm or contraception potion seller.

So I walk to the entrance, noting some looks when I meet some people on the road. I guess that they don't see that many Altmers here either.

Finally, I walk up the the city entrance when the guard in front stops me.

"Halt elf, what brings you to Whiterun?"

"Hello sir. I am here to sell my goods in the city."

"Oh, and how much you selling, cause I might be interested in some elf pussy." He says, ogling me openly.

"Interested in..." I blush. "Err no sir, I came to sell some balms that ease the lunar pains and this kind of stuff, I was told that Aradia, the alchemist might be interested in buying from me."

"Oh, pity. Well come in then. And if you decide to change trade, you know where to find me, I am sure a fine little morsel like yoursef would make a nice profit."

Still blushing, I quickly step in the city itself, putting as much distance as quick as I can between the guard and myself without openly running away. Are all men pigs in this country? Well, In case they are, I'll only ask my way to women that I encounter, avoiding all the men.

The city itself is pleasant, it feels good to go through a market, listening to people haggling or gossiping. While asking for Aradia's shop, I feel almost back home. At last a true city, with people coming and going, bustling with life.

I finally get to Aradia's shop. Aradia herself, an imperial, doesn't seem fazed at all by having an altmer in her shop and goes right to business. I guess that that if she comes from Cyrodil, she must be used to a much more multicultural life than here.

Anyway. Not only does she buy all of my stock, and for a better price than I hoped, but after that we talk, I end up telling her about why I am in Skyrim, and part of what happened to me since landing in Windhelm (while omitting a certain argonian incident and some of my interaction with Farkas).

Getting pretty enthousiastic, she then tells me that, not only Farengar, the court mage complained to her about having tried to sell glasses from Cyrodil to some people but not having had any success, but that, with him being a mage, I could do worse than getting an apprenticeship from him.

She describes him as a powerful wizard, a grumpy bear of a man, but an very learned one, and actually nice and caring once you manage to get to know him. She then gives me some potions to give to him as an introduction to get there.

I feel actually a bit nervous getting to the palace but I tell myself that I'll never get anywhere if I keep shying from people and places that I don't know, so I muster my courage and walk up to there.

When I get to the palace itself, there is another guard there, who looks at me suspiciously while I get closer.

"Stop there lass. The Jarl isn't seeing anyone today, what with that talk of dragons. You're not here about that are you?"

"Dragon sir?" Is he talking about dragon? Or men's dragon? I guess that my mother taught me about some balms that could be useful to men also... Anyway... "No sir, I am here to see the court's mage Farengar."

He looks me up and down.

"Farengar ey? Well I guess that the old goat got tired of his imperial flame, or he wants a bit of variety. Can't blame him, Guess he would share. Anyway, you can get in. Just don't disturb the court. Follow the right wall up the stairs and get to the right door. If someone catches you snooping anywhere else, you'll get to visit the prison, hear me little elf?"

"I... Sure sir, I'll just go to Farengar's place and won't snoop anywhere else."

"You do that. Or Don't, I could fancy visiting you in your cell if you misbehave. Now in you go."

So I get in the Jarl's palace. It is mostly wooden, not the kind of "castle" that I am used too, but still pretty impressive. Remembering the guards threats, I don't stand there and gawk but try to get to Farengar's place as quick as I can.

When I get to a big room where there are two big kind of altars, one with vials and reageants, the other clearly arcane, I guess that I must be at the right place, especially when a man in gorgeous red robes turns and looks at me behind bushy eyebrows.

"If you have some reasons to be bothering me, get in and say it, girl. If you're just here to look, just get the hell away before I turn you into a goat."

I step in his office and approach him shyly.

"Hum, High elf, uh? You with the thalmor?"

"What? Oh no, not at all. You must be Farengar, the court wizard sir, Right? My Name is Idialia."

"Yes? And why should I care? You got a reason to be wasting my time?"

Yeah, I get the grumpy bear part. Let's hope that the rest is also true.

"Err... Aradia told me to come see you. I have some potions from her to you and she told me that I could by some glasses from you. See, I am a bit short sighted..."

"A short sighted elf. Now that's original. give me those potions and let me search my stuff. And don't touch nothing will I'm gone or, elf or not, I'll send your mind to Quagmire and sell your body to a dirty old man to do with as he pleases."

He leaves me here for a while. I'd actually like to get to what looks like an enchanting altar, but I stay where he left me, not daring to move."

Finally he comes back with a box full of glasses.

"Ok, let's see. most of my stuff where for men, see, old men who have difficulty reading, most women have no use reading so I don't have that many girly glasses. Here, try these ones."

He hands me some golden glasses. Trying them on, they actually fit. I Kind of guess that he chose golden ones because of my skin tone. That is something that annoyed my mother when she got gifts from her clients, all of them thinking they were very creative offering her gold stuff and comparing it to her skin. Anyway, as I put them on, Farengar Does some strange gestures and mutters in his beard and the glass changes shape slightly until I can actually see better.

"How is it, still more?" He asks.

He then proceeds to adjust the glasses until I finally see better than with the ones I lost.

"There. That will be 300 septims. Now was there anything else?"

300! Well, there goes my benefit. On the other hand, seeing right is worth it. And now, before he chases me off. I try to gather my courage and I ask:

"Err... Aradia told me... I mean, you are a wizard..."

"A magus girl, I am a magus."

"A magus, right... I so I was wondering, if... Err..."

"I don't do love potions girl. Or curses to make your rival ugly. I could, but I have no interest to this kind of things. And I don't know a spell to cure stupidity, wish I knew."

"I... Yes sir, I... Would you take me as your apprentice sir?"

He opens his mouth to answer, then stops and appears to think.

"Hmm... Normally I'd say no. I don't take female apprentices, too frivolous. On the other hand, high elf are supposed to have a strong affinity to magicka. How old are you girl?"

"I am 21 sir."

"So an adult, but barely by mer standards, right? ok, do you know magic already?"

"I have read some tomes, and I know some cosmetic magic."

"As I said, frivolous. Anything else?"

"I did teach myself a fire spell."

"Hmm... By yourself, without any tutor. Ok, show me, hold it in your hand, and don't you dare set anything aflame or I'll cook you and serve you to eat to the jarl."

I concentrate until I am sure that it won't fire away, and then I show him a small flame hovering in my hand.

He doesn't appear impressed. In fact he frowns.

"Hold it."

He does some gestures and mutters a few words while looking at my spell.

"That's one of the sloppiest spell I have ever seen. Had you told me that someone had taught you that I'd have asked for his name to make sure that nobody ever hired him. The magicka you waste holding such a spell is just astounding. However, that very waste shows that you have an undeniable potential. Not many untrained people could afford to use so much magicka so you must have a wide pool indeed."

He thinks for a while as I strain to keep my flame in my hand since he didn't tell me to release it. When he finally does, I sigh, but he hasn't finished with me.

"Now we'll see if you can learn" he says. Then he gives me instructions about symbols to hold in my mind, and adds some kind of hand gestures that I must perform, and then he tells me to do all that while gathering magicka in my hands.

It is complex, too complex, and I know that I am going to fail. But I do my best and, as I do the gestures, I feel something happening, the symbols pop in my mind almost by themselves and I feel some energy gathering In my hands.

Farengar looks as suprised as I am.

"You... You did it. How did you manage to... How did you know how to change the nature of magicka like that?"

"I... Don't know, with the symbol you told me I Just... It felt like I should turn my magicka white. Is that correct?"

"Turn your magicka white? Never heard about such nonsense. But you did it, You cast some restoration holy spell. Well, it is clumsy and there are still some wasted magicka, but much less than one could expect. Right, you do have potential. I had read that it came naturally to high elves even more than to those pesky bretons, but to see it like that! Now let's see what happens if I tell you to visualize an anticlockwise 9 pronged star, with..."

 

(...) later (...)

 

I am exhausted, I have done more magic in one hour than in my entire life.

Farengar on the other hand seems animated, almost content.

"Well, that concludes the testing. Girl, You have an incredible potential, I have actually never seen anything like that before. Do you know your lineage? I believe that you high elf take that seriously."

"I... I only know my mother sir. My father is probably not an altmer. I mean high elf, probably a breton."

"Oh, then it does not come from a purity of line, but perhaps the opposite, a breton you say? Anyway, i'll do some research into that later. So you have a very strong affinity to restoration and invocation magic, your destruction and alteration magic are strong also, would be impressive in anybody, just not as strong as the two others. As for illusion, it is strong also, the strongest of all actually, but weird, like, tainted by some other energy, we'll have to work on that."

I can't help but ask:

"So... Does that mean that you'll take me as an apprentice?"

"Huh? Oh right. Yes I guess, if only to study how you develop. But you'll have to do as I say, when I say it, how I say it, no question. Is that ok girl?"

"Oh yes! Yes! Thank you! I'll be the best student you ever had."

"Right, we'll see about that girl. So I'll give you some texts to study. Come back to me in 3 days after having read and understood it. And do the exercises I walked you through today. I expect you to be able to do it all fluidly when you come back, is that all right?"

"Yes sir, I will! Thank you sir."

"Now take that book and leave me alone. I have to make some research to see if I find some things about your kind of magicka affinity in high elves bastards. In three days, one bell after noon. And don't be late."

I take the book that he gives me and leave the castle. As I get down into town, and then back to Riverwood, I can't help but smile like an idiot, and to sometimes improvise ridiculous dance steps. I am going to b a mage!

 

 

Day 15:

I spend most of the next two days studying like crazy.

It is strange, some concepts come to me very easily. Others, I just can't wrap my head around.

When I get too tired, or when my mind just can't take it anymore, I sometimes just daydream outside, thinking about the life I'll have once I'll be a proper mage.

Will I end up a court wizard, Like Farengar? Or will I be an adventuress? Yes, I guess that's what I'll become, and one day, I'll go back home to mother, and show her what I've become, in place of the petty courtesan she wanted me to be.

Anyway, I also spend some time during these 2 days with some other girls from Riverwood.

I have actually gotten quite close with Mabrelle, an indentured servant wench who works in Riverwood's tavern. Apparently, she became heavily indebted to some people who after that "sold" her debt to Orgnar and Delphine, the owners of the sleeping giant inn, hence the metal collar on her neck that marks her as someone who isn't free anymore. So when people say that there is no slavery in Skyrim, it really depends how you look at it...

First I thought that she became indebted to feed her baby, but apparently, small Bjorn was born after she became a tavern wench, fathered by one of her patron. Apparently it's been a while that she lost her freedom... Strangely enough, she doesn't seem bothered by it in the least and she actually appears happy with her life, and is easy going and friendly.

Camilla Mabrelle and I being 3 of the unmarried women of Riverwood, we quickly became close and love to see each other to gossip.

However, I try to spend as little time as I can away from my book. I really need to impress Farengar when I see him tomorrow.

 

Day 16:

To day, as soon as I wake up, I walk from Riverwood to Whiterun to be sure not to be late. Once there, I spend some time in the market, discussing with the vendors, trying to will the stress away.

When it is finally time to go up to the jarl's castle, I can't help but look at another of these horrible adverts that has been put on one of the stores since the last time I came here.

I wonder who puts them up. I don't believe that this could really be legal, or is it? Also, I wonder what these girls feel beeing exposed thus. It must really be... Mortifying...

Anyway, I have other more important and pressing things to think about. Farengar is waiting for me and I don't want to disappoint. Taking my mind away from these obscene adverts, these poor girls and their fate. I go up to the castle to see if Farengar still wants me as his apprentice.

 

(...) Later (...)

 

Farengar has actually given me some old robes of him that are supposed to help with focusing one's magicka. He after that went to some extent to explain many things to me. What's strange is that, pretty often, I don't really understand what he explains to me, but manage to do what he asks of me. Let's hope that this time won't be an exception since his theoretical speech about what to do with restoration magic once you gathered it really went above my head.

"So lass, got it this time? when I took you as my apprentice, it was because I thought you had talent." He grumbles.

It is true that he already explained this concept three times, the fourth didn't make any more sense to me.

"Err... Yes, i think, I mean I believe that I understood... Kind off..."

"Well, if you did, show me."

I concentrate my magicka and try it stabilize it in my hand, turning it white, (he never said anything about turning it white, but it makes sense to me), and hope for the best.

The magicka changes its nature and appears, exactly as I wished it. Now if I released it, I guess it would do... Something...

"By Magnus' magical loincloth. You did it. You understood then, right?"

"I... Yes sir, I mean I... No... Didn't get it."

He groans as if in pain.

"If you didn't understand it, how in Oblivion can you actually do it? You're supposed to be an altmer, a very intellectual race, not some sort of wild bosmer witch! I... I don't get how you can do these things if you don't understand the theory behind, i have never seen or heard anything like that!"

As I feel the magicka that I gathered dissolve itself, I straighten up.

"I... Am sorry sir. But on the other hand it did work didn't it? Isn't it sufficient?"

"Sufficient? By Akatosh's scaly sack, how can that be sufficient? To do magic, you're supposed to know what you're doing! If not, how can you know that your healing spell will actually heal the one you intended to help, and not kill him? Or that you're summoning what it is you wanted to summon and not something that won't even be bound to your command?"

"I... Understand sir, I'll try harder."

"Yeah, well, believe it or not girl, but I see that you're doing your best, and don't take me wrong, never was there any apprentice of mine who managed to do what you did in so little a time. On the other hand, I am concerned about your safety if your magic stays that wild. I have read about some form of magic that is supposed to go through instinct, or some kind of day dreaming, but we are talking reachmen blood magic, or wood elves story manifesting, not true magic..."

He seems lost in thought for a moment while I stay there, under his gaze, not knowing what to say or do. I risked so much to get here, I cannot fail now!

Looking up at me, he says:

"OK girl, that's enough for today's lesson, i'll tell you some other chapters of the book to read and you'll work on what we did today. On the other hand, I have had a thought. I'd like to cast a hypnosis spell on you to try to understand a bit better what makes you the way you are. Are you ok with it?"

Hypnosis? I have read about it, it is supposed to be a minor form of illusion. Anyway, I don't want to displease him. On the other hand, subjecting myself to some unknown magic...

"I... What will it do to me sir?"

"Nothing much girl, don't worry. It will just put you in a sort of transe where it will be easier for you to remember things, and to answer my questions."

"Mmm... OK then, I agree."

"Good good, then look in my eyes."

He then starts droning, telling me how sleepy and relaxed I am. And I am, more and more. Soon, I feel my eyes closing, and...

I feel like I woke up from a pleasant dream. Farengar is looking at me with a strange expression, and he appears a bit out of breath, like he just ran up some stairs.

"Mast... Err, Sir, are you okay?" Did I almost call him master, that's a bit much isn't it?

"Idialia, you... You are back right? How do you feel?"

"I feel good, relaxed, As if I just woke up from a nice nap. Did... Did it work?

"Yes well, it worked well, but I didn't learn everything that I wanted, I guess that we'll need to do it some more. That's ok with you right."

"Of course sir."

"Perfect, then you can go, see you in 3 days, same time. And I expect some progress you hear me? Practical AND theoretical, so you better work hard."

"I will sir. Thank you."

 

I leave to go back to Riverwood, thinking that hypnosis appears to be a very taxing form of magic seeing how Farengar seemed out of breath when I came to...