“that’s the only one i really know . . . well confidently at least.”
[ she said looking at the dragon. she wasn’t willing to try any other shouts due to the likelihood of failure and backfiring on her. at least not at this time. ]
[ she had no issue with his talking. he have no—
"I see. You got here through your own willpower and determination. . .I admire your courage."
The old dovah said, his lips curling into a slight smile as he kept his gaze locked on the high elf.
"Tell me, what Shouts do you know, fahdon? You took the time to learn the ancient +
however and appreciated the sentiment even though she hadn’t quite showed it in her words or voice. ]
“learning the words to get up here wasn’t easy . . . especially without the greybeards help.”
“yes i am a mer, and altmer to be exact.”
[ she said not taking her eyes off of him. ]
“you say that yes, yet i am no difference in the eventual end of the world. nothing is eternal. i’m merely a spec.”
[ the high elf responded without much expression. she knew what he meant—
"Ah, but everyone is important in their own right, fahdon."
He spoke, crawling down from his resting spot on the Word Wall, standing a bit closer to her.
His cloudy blue eyes were locked on her, despite dragons being immortal, he was very clearly old.
"Vacíl. . .I have not +
[ she looked up at him with a blank expression, eyes locked with the dragon. ]
“i’m of no real importance . . .” [ she had paused. ] “but you may call me vacíl.”
[ she had said observing his scales and features. taking a mental note of everything to great detail. a live non—
"Ah, you know my name. Yes, I am Paarthurnax. Who are you?"
He asked, old faded golden scales glistening ever so slightly in the sunlight.
He clearly took more after his father than his elder sibling, Alduin, had, that's for sure. . .
“hmmmmm . . .”
[ she said analyzing the figure. she hadn’t expected a dragon. she hadn’t seen an alive one this close and not hostile . . . though him being the greybeard would make sense . . . ]
“you must be, paarthurnax?”
[ she questioned. ]
"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑫𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒉, 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒉 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒆."
Ulran of Clan Snowfist.
The Dragonborn of The Fourth Era.
Nordic Warrior.
Open to MV and AU plots.
Like and RT for The Dovahkiin?
"𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒕!"