Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141106144243/@comment-24449631-20141114145351

(Oh it's not an official 'exam' yet. It's just a test. But still... I feel my intrest wade somewhat. I like history, but I like studying at my own pace. And with university I've slowly started to get kind of fed up with it. I don't like this social pressure I'm on. I'm the only guy in the family that ever went as far as University so far and I'm really not in the mood for all this responsibilty. I'd rather do a simple job or something... Something that earns money without all too much responsiblity and perhaps later... I'd pick up studying again. Kind of in a crisis now, not sure what I want in life.)

That evening.

Freja had just cooked some cod and garnished it with winter herbs she grew in the garden. Giving it a sort of less intruding smell.

An upside to winter in skyrim was the fact that meats and produce don’t need to be salted in order to remain fresh. Sort of like what Marise Aravel does all year round with frost wraith teeth.

Freja just had to pick the fish from the rack and cook it, easy peasy.

“Hmmm, that seems to be quite delicious.” Rowan leaned over her shoulder.

“Hey you.” Freja smiled

“Could you be a dear and tell Fridrik we’re going to eat soon. He hasn’t left his room since noon.”

Rowan’s smile sort of vanished

“Bah… he’s probably still cross with me because I said no to him when he asked if we’d go gather some wood out in the forest together.”

Freja sounded relieved.

“He just doesn’t understand how dangerous it is out there right now. He’ll get it when he’s older.” She turned and looked her man straight in the eyes.

“Yeah he will.” Rowan agreed, feeling somewhat comforted by his wife for standing with him. He never liked being cross with his son. As it rarely happened.

“I’ll go get him.” He said while letting go of her warm embrace and slowly walked up to Fridrik’s room.

“Fridrik… Ma’s made dinner. You want some?” He said after knocking on the door.

-no response-

<p class="MsoNormal">“Come on, son… You got to eat… Are you still mad at me?”

<p class="MsoNormal">-no response-

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan sighed.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t make me come in there by myself”

<p class="MsoNormal">''So stubborn… I wonder where he got that from… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">The Nord then gently opened the door.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fridrik?” He sounded softly.

<p class="MsoNormal">At first it appeared as if there was no one in. The bed was kept nicely and the candle on his cupboard seemed to dance slightly in the wind. It was rather chilly in the room.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fridrik?” Rowan now asked a bit louder.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Are you hiding under the bed?” The Nord lowered himself to look, but there was no one there.

<p class="MsoNormal">It then occurred to him. A cold shiver went down his spine.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he got back up on his feet he looked up to see the window wide open.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sweet Mara!” The Nord ran to the sill to look down. The house had only one level so he couldn’t have fallen down to his death. He COULD however have snuck out.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan looked out and saw small footsteps lead out from the window.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fridrik!” He shouted out. Hoping his son had only just pulled this stunt and wasn’t far off.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Nord climbed out of the window, following the footsteps in the snow.

<p class="MsoNormal">It was getting dark and hard to see where they led but Rowan was on highest alert right now. Zooming across the snow covered lawn, as he followed the trail.

<p class="MsoNormal">''He couldn’t have left the city though… The guards would have stopped him. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">He comforted himself. But he had only just thought those exact words and he noticed they ended at a small opening through the city gates.

<p class="MsoNormal">Too small for him to fit through… but perfect for a child.

<p class="MsoNormal">With a sense of dread he dropped down next to the tiny hole with his hands in the cold snow and peered through.

<p class="MsoNormal">It lead to the other side. The outside, near the stables.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fridrik!” He shouted one loud last time.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">The sun had gone down and the only natural daylight that remained was the shine of Azura over the western mountains. It wasn’t nearly enough to light the way but Fridrik wasn’t afraid.

<p class="MsoNormal">After all… he had practised with Da before. How hard could it be to kill a real monster?

<p class="MsoNormal">He held his hands under the cape of deer hide to keep them warm as he strolled with effort through the thick snowy woods of The Rift.

<p class="MsoNormal">With his nose somewhat pointed at the ground, looking for wood.

<p class="MsoNormal">''I should have waited until day ''

<p class="MsoNormal">The 4 year old thought to himself as he started to find it difficult to see.

<p class="MsoNormal">But I don’t want to disappoint Da, I HAVE to find some wood 

<p class="MsoNormal">The little Nord declared bravely to himself and found new courage to push deeper into the dark forest of the night.

<p class="MsoNormal">Riften was long behind him. And it felt exciting. He never saw as many trees before. Even though it was dark right now, it was still quite beautiful. And gasped in wonder when he heard an owl in the distance.

<p class="MsoNormal">Quite fearlessly. Probably part because of his child-like ignorance he pushed deeper and deeper to the part where he couldn’t exactly remember which way he had gone before.

<p class="MsoNormal">Was he lost?