Breyela and Alias's drama

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Breyela and Alias's drama

Post by Pelt of Stary Light on Thu Jun 28, 2018 11:14 pm

Breyela woke to the subtle knocking of her maid Marry at her chamber door. "Miss, I brought up your breakfast." Breyela stretched and let out a small groan "Come in." The round little maid came in and settled the breakfast onto her nightstand, and started busying herself with opening the windows to let in some light and fresh air.

"We have got to her that hair of yours a trimming, by this time next month it be nearly to your knees!" Breyela chuckled "Okay, but i don't want it cut but so short alright? last time it was almost chopped completely off."  

Marry was like a mother to Breyela, ever since her mother passed in an alchemy experiment gone wrong when Breyela was just ten years old. Her mother was a very kind Nord woman named Ameilia, and taught her a lot about restoration magic and herbs from the time she was very young. Breyelas father Lord Pytho, a tall and dark haired wood elf, was a very distant and sometimes cruel man. This only worsened with her mothers death, he was constantly gone on business in other countries. Breyela seldom ever said two words to him unless however, they had guests, then they had to put on the pleasantries and were as close as father and daughter could be. So Marry was really the only person she had, and of course, her childhood friend Gailen. They had been raised side by side for as long she could remember. He taught her how to climb trees, snatch sweets and throw daggers. Of course, now its more Breyela teaching him how to throw them.  

"Oh and don't forget, you have lunch with Sir Gailen today in the Garden at noon."

Heading out of the comfort of her fathers study and smell of old books, she headed down the corridor and out into the beutiful grounds of her woodland home. Going through the twists and turns of small pebbled pathways with flowers on either side of her, and tree limbs just above, she entered a small hallow with a huge eldergleam tree.

Its white flowers were in full bloom, and amoung the branches she could just make out a male figure in the giant limbs. Gailen was tall, muscular Imperial with broad shoulders and dark brown fluffy hair. He was the son of General Farogoth, the general the imperials appointed to their small city to keep peace. Before he took over the guard, the city was supposedly run ramped with crime. A gang of thieves that called themselves the Silver Crescents had their claw deep into almost everything, but Farogoth rooted them out and either executed or jailed them all. The remaining few that escaped are supposed to be in hiding now.

"You know, you make a rather ugly bird." she said pulling herself up onto one of the lower branches.
"Haha, very original." Gailen teased, he plopped down onto the branch beside her and started walking across it with his arms out. Breyela copied him, she was much shorter than Gailen, so she didn't have to dunk under the overlaying branches like he was.

"So how was your trip to the fort up on the Cyrodil boarder? I heard a large group of trees were migrating and almost plowed straight into it." she heaved herself up onto a higher branch above her head and plopped down to sit.

"Other than almost being killed by trees, it was pretty boring. I don't really find those thing interesting, i only go because my dad insists upon it." Gailen had never wanted to become a solider, he was much too free spirted to be told what to do all day for the rest of his life, when they were kids, they always talked about running away and becoming adventurers so they didnt have to do what their parents wanted ever again.

"I mean it couldnt have been that bad, and old fort deep in the wilderness, old battles and names of soliders long forgoten, ecohing in the cold stone halls." he hopped up beside her on the large branch, "You know, youre starting to sound like all those old books you insist on reading constantly."

Breyela shrugged, "Better than sounding like you-" she deepened her voice to mock him, "My life sucks, i get to travel all the time with my father, tavern wenches are constantly ooing and awwing all over me, I have it so rough. Wah wah wah." gailen looked at her with a smirk





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