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The Briinah's Story, 'Darling'Really, the trade between worrying about what trouble she’d get into and having to swallow his pride for an evening was entirely worth it. Considering the shenanigans she normally got into after this much mead, it was actually a relief. No pulling her down from rooftops, no chasing her wasted ass through the sewers, no trying to figure out how in Oblivion she got herself stuck on the statue of Talos.
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Rather than rescuing her from whatever intoxicated adventure she got into, Thrynn was sitting on the edge of the central platform in the Cistern, Brina swaying on his lap.
“This one,” she slurred, “is good for healing.” Like a child, she held it in front of Thrynn’s soft brown eyes for inspection. “And this one… this one…” She paused for a particularly violent hiccough. “This one is good for potions for sneaking out of places quickly… Just add some powdered mammoth tusk, and try not to… not to…” Anoth
Best Friends ForeverYou all once were children, even though some of you would rather choose to forget it. Yes, all of you, with no exceptions. You, fierce werewolf huntress - there was a time when the wild flame in your heart was not yet lit, when you had chubby cheeks and untidy ginger pigtails. And you, oh wise Arch-Mage, - there was a time, long, long ago, when your crimson eyes were widened in silent wonder as the world unveiled before you for the very first time. And you, bulkily muscular, battle-hungry Orc warrior - these fangs of yours weren't always so big and sharp and curved; in fact, there was a time when you had no fangs at all, crawling on all fours round the stronghold's longhouse and starting to whimper whenever you lost sight of your mother's skirt. And you... you, haughty, cold-hearted Thalmor Justiciar - you don't really believe that you have worn your gilded robes since the dawn of time, now do you? Even you, yes, even you once were a child.
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