Meridia loves all living things. As long as you remember your manners.
askladyvaermina asked: Hello dear...how have you been?
Ah. Greetings, Vaermina. A pleasure to have you visit. It’s been quiet within my realm. Contemporary events are quite interesting however, aren’t they? Some time for mortals since Nirn has had a upheaval like this. Makes me somewhat nostalgic.
I had heard you had some events under your spheres of influence recently, though it is certainly not my place to pry.
AND THEN THERE’S ME WAY ON THE OUTSIDE
((ooc; Gosh, I feel the same way. :c but that dog’s face is hilarious.))
((shh, only plots now))
I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I? HA! YES! SCORE FOR HEIMSKR! I AM PATTING MYSELF ON THE BACK FOR THAT ONE!
YOUR MOTHER WAS A HORKER AND YOUR FATHER SMELLED OF JUNIPER BERRIES.
OH REALLY? WELL YOUR MOTHER IS SO UNATTRACTIVE THAT WHEN YOU WERE BORN, YOU WERE COVERED IN SPIDER WEBS! AND YOUR FATHER WAS A BLIND AND DEAF! HA! YES!
MY MOTHER WAS BEAUTIFUL, YOU BASTARD.
I’LL SHOW YOU A DIRTY ELF. * Smacks. *
Mmph. I’d win by a landslide, cher.
You’re very popular with the locals.
Some of th’ locals. Other’s wanna make me inta a nice pair a boots.
Everyone I know likes you, idiot. Except the daedra. Then again, they seem to hate everyone.
Pffft. Ya havn’t seen me at work, then.
Eh. Th’ Daedra and I have a bit ofa history. Although true, they hate ev’ry one, too.
WHY NOT?
Alduin snarled inarticulately. Here, someone was bleeding to death before him, and all that everyone could think of was conversation. Damned Daedra.
“Would all of you stop standing around and do something?!” He was about ready to brutally tear apart and devour all parties present, if someone didn’t make some sort of decisive action soon.
“Explanations and arguments over sille can occur later!”
(( Salient part of the old discussion:
Then why not just-
Drop it?
Let’s leave it to the mortal realm, shall we?Exceeding wisdom. Events will play out as they will. Direct intervention is cheating, and that’s best left to me.
/He quirks a brow/
Genius
/He does just that, and it lands in the hands of a watchful person who doesn’t want a headful of healing potion/
I like cheating sometimes.
Aaand I’m going to have to stop you right there.
‘Have to’ is such a strong phrasing. I think you might have a bit of a chisel in your machinations, darling. What exactly will you do, praytell? I think our beloved brother here has simply materialized a flask of liquid. I’d say it’s in the mortal realm as to what happens with it.
He’s got a claim on her, Meridia- I ca- shouldn’t interfere.
I could
It would be
characteristic of me
but this has been an eventful day
and I’m tired.
Then why not just-
Drop it?
Let’s leave it to the mortal realm, shall we?Exceeding wisdom. Events will play out as they will. Direct intervention is cheating, and that’s best left to me.
/He quirks a brow/
Genius
/He does just that, and it lands in the hands of a watchful person who doesn’t want a headful of healing potion/
I like cheating sometimes.
Aaand I’m going to have to stop you right there.
‘Have to’ is such a strong phrasing. I think you might have a bit of a chisel in your machinations, darling. What exactly will you do, praytell? I think our beloved brother here has simply materialized a flask of liquid. I’d say it’s in the mortal realm as to what happens with it.
He’s got a claim on her, Meridia- I ca- shouldn’t interfere.
I could
It would be
characteristic of me
but this has been an eventful day
and I’m tired.
Then why not just-
Drop it?
The spark focuses on the bottle.
Let’s leave it to the mortal realm, shall we?
Aaand I’m going to have to stop you right there.
‘Have to’ is such a strong phrasing. I think you might have a bit of a chisel in your machinations, darling. What exactly will you do, praytell? I think our beloved brother here has simply materialized a flask of liquid. I’d say it’s in the mortal realm as to what happens with it.
…Thank you. -gulps, trying to hide her pain- …Even if I die, thank you…
-Blood trickles out of the side of hermouth, and she coughs in an attempt to clear her throat- …Yes. They do… -winces in pain, unable to hide it any longer-
-Snarls- Be silent, vahdin! You are not going to die!
-Takes off, lifting her in his claws … and hoping desperately that Whiterun isn’t too far away-
…I…am sorry for what I did. For…everything I did to hurt you…
-Falls silent as her vision blurs. She shakes her head, trying to remain conscious-
-The dragon flies relentlessly, but he can feel the blood dripping from his claws, and he roars in both frustration and … a variety of things that he is unwilling to reconize.-
-He lands just outside of Whiterun to check up on her ; a growl chokes and dies in his throat when he thinks that he is checking to see if she is still alive-
… Vahdin?
( ooc — I LOVE THAT SO MANY PEOPLE WANT TO HELP
BUT JESUS THERE ARE A LOT OF YOU. Somebody just show up or something. ; w;
… reblogs please because my computer is a butt? )
…Still here, bruniik… -stiffens in pain- …Hurts…
(ooc: try thaliathealtmer and siria-windhunter?)
A small spectral spark shows up, buzzing alongside the pair on the opposite side. “That’s unfortunate, dear. I would say you’re running low on options, but you’ve got a few from my perspective!”
