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Geirolf encoutered a girl on the streets of Whiterun, while running some errands to make ends meet.
Unexpectedly he made a new friend.
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I do not know was it the blood inside of me, not allowing this old body to rest properly. Or maybe it was the fact that young one looked just as exhausted and jaded as I did. It wasn’t like for me to talk to strangers so casually unless they had a job to offer – I had even developed a habit of avoiding beggars of any sort. She just felt… different.
Lucia. Her name. Asking for a little bit of money, her eyes lit up like little flames the moment I dug out a single coin from my bag.
As I was offering it to her, a question popped into my mind. One I could not ignore. “Why are you here on the streets, begging?”
She froze and seemed hesitant at first. I could tell she knew it wasn’t wise to open up for strangers, but after a moment she decided to reveal her past.
"It's... it's what Brenuin said I should do. He's the only one that's been nice to me since... since mama...Since she died. My aunt and uncle took over our farm and threw me out. Said I wasn't good for anything. I wound up here, but... I.. I don't know what to do. I miss her so much..."
Then it clicked. I realized she probably felt like she could trust me, a total outsider and a stranger, because we were the same. Neither of us had a place to call home. Usually children would take a look at me and sense I was different and either avoid me or act tough, while adults seemed to go on with their lives, completely oblivious.
For that reason alone, I had been trying my best to keep away from the young ones, but Lucia… it was like the fact I felt ‘different’ did not bother her at all. Quite the opposite.
“I know this may sound silly, but…” she stuttered awkwardly. “Would you… could you become my father, sir? I would really love to have place I could call home.”
“Umh…” I said quietly. I had not expected that. “Sorry, little one. I don’t really have a home either.”
I placed the coin on her small palm. She looked drained. Almost like whatever little hope she still had, was slowly fading before my eyes. “I understand. It’s ok. It was silly thing to ask anyway.”
I lowered down to see here face to face. First time in a while, I felt a smile coming out.
“I would really love to have one though.” I whispered. “Cozy enough for you to live in too.”
She didn’t return the smile. Instead she was clearly fighting back the tears. I dug out another coin and quickly slipped it into her pocket. She stared back at me as I stood back up straight and waved her a good bye, leaving the girl standing alone underneath that leafless tree.
“Divine bless your kind heart!” she shouted as I returned to my duties.
I knew I had to work extra hard to afford it, but I knew what I had to do. The journey was going to be hard, but I was prepared for it.
Unexpectedly he made a new friend.
---
I do not know was it the blood inside of me, not allowing this old body to rest properly. Or maybe it was the fact that young one looked just as exhausted and jaded as I did. It wasn’t like for me to talk to strangers so casually unless they had a job to offer – I had even developed a habit of avoiding beggars of any sort. She just felt… different.
Lucia. Her name. Asking for a little bit of money, her eyes lit up like little flames the moment I dug out a single coin from my bag.
As I was offering it to her, a question popped into my mind. One I could not ignore. “Why are you here on the streets, begging?”
She froze and seemed hesitant at first. I could tell she knew it wasn’t wise to open up for strangers, but after a moment she decided to reveal her past.
"It's... it's what Brenuin said I should do. He's the only one that's been nice to me since... since mama...Since she died. My aunt and uncle took over our farm and threw me out. Said I wasn't good for anything. I wound up here, but... I.. I don't know what to do. I miss her so much..."
Then it clicked. I realized she probably felt like she could trust me, a total outsider and a stranger, because we were the same. Neither of us had a place to call home. Usually children would take a look at me and sense I was different and either avoid me or act tough, while adults seemed to go on with their lives, completely oblivious.
For that reason alone, I had been trying my best to keep away from the young ones, but Lucia… it was like the fact I felt ‘different’ did not bother her at all. Quite the opposite.
“I know this may sound silly, but…” she stuttered awkwardly. “Would you… could you become my father, sir? I would really love to have place I could call home.”
“Umh…” I said quietly. I had not expected that. “Sorry, little one. I don’t really have a home either.”
I placed the coin on her small palm. She looked drained. Almost like whatever little hope she still had, was slowly fading before my eyes. “I understand. It’s ok. It was silly thing to ask anyway.”
I lowered down to see here face to face. First time in a while, I felt a smile coming out.
“I would really love to have one though.” I whispered. “Cozy enough for you to live in too.”
She didn’t return the smile. Instead she was clearly fighting back the tears. I dug out another coin and quickly slipped it into her pocket. She stared back at me as I stood back up straight and waved her a good bye, leaving the girl standing alone underneath that leafless tree.
“Divine bless your kind heart!” she shouted as I returned to my duties.
I knew I had to work extra hard to afford it, but I knew what I had to do. The journey was going to be hard, but I was prepared for it.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
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