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A Tavern Brawl
25th of MidYear, 428 3E
This was a day that will remain vivid in my memory. In fact the events might even be mentioned in tomorrow's news. I just hope that the editor doesn't embellish the details. Before I get into my own personal involvement I want to record what was reported in the Tattler this morning;
Former King of Morrowind, Hlaalu Helseth, is the center of Morgana le Hex's little world at the moment, with the mer receiving quite a lot of attention from the local Harpy. However, unlike the usual state of affairs, Morgana appears to be sincerely enamored with the former king. "What do I need to do to get a piece of that tasty morsel? Oh my, I appear to be salivating!"
If Morgana really intends to pursue my father then she's getting in way over her head. The mer is incapable of really caring about anyone. Oh, he may have claimed that he loved my mother, but I fear it was only his own idea of love. Nothing means more to Helsth than power. While I am glad Acacia and I are sisters, I wish things could have been different for both of our mothers. They each deserved far better than Hlaalu Helseth.
Following breakfast and the morning news, Neldor and I went to today's class at A.I.U which went from noon to two o'clock. After class was dismissed we went straight to Fiddler's Green where Clever Prank was putting on a show at 3PM. The tavern was quiet when we first arrived, but began filling up as patrons came by when they were through with work for the day. To our surprise we saw none other than Mistress Therana seated at the bar. Clad in in a loose fitting maternity dress, Therana was speaking to the bar-tender about the importance of not overfeeding spiders. The feeding of spiders seems to be something that's very important to her.
The clock struck three and Clever Prank took to the stage and played their selection of cheerful music. Some of the tavern patrons got up to dance, others simply enjoyed the music while eating a meal or enjoying a drink.
Acacia came by during the performance and we settled on one of the corner sofas to to chat and have some drinks of fruit juice. I immediately noticed that she was wearing the same sort of maternity dress that Therana had been wearing (but made with a far prettier light blue fabric). Gesturing at the dress, I commented, "That looks so comfortable."
She replied, "It is. It just flows around me and there is plenty of room for an expanding tummy. The seamstress said that there are so many pregnancies going on right now that she had to hire some help in order to keep the dresses in stock. I noticed she had some in a pretty amethyst colored fabric that I know you would like."
Laughing softly, I said, "Not that I need it yet, as far as I know." Lowering my voice, I asked, "Did you hear about Morgana setting her sights on our father?"
Grimacing, Acacia answered, "Yes. Actually I don't think anything will come of it. Unless our father has severely lowered his standards, Morgana doesn't seem like his type."
I agreed, "She doesn't. Our father insisted that his mistresses knew how to conduct themselves at court. They had to be ladies, not a shrieking harpy."
Just as I was mentioning shrieking harpies, an angry female voice snapped from somewhere to my right, "It's you!" Turning toward the voice, I saw Yanna standing nearby. Pointing at me, she repeated furiously, "It's you! I recognize you from that damn picture! Godonir still has a copy of it on his head-board!"
I replied calmly, "Yet you continue to spend time with him in his room."
Obviously not caring if she made a scene, Yanna stated as she glared down at me, "I'm going to make this crystal clear; Godonir is mine! Got it?"
To that I said cheerfully, "You are more than welcome to him, sera."
Almost snarling, she shot back, "My name's not Sara! It's Yanna!"
"Oh Auriel," Acacia whispered in annoyance.
Doing my best to come across as polite, I explained, "What I am saying is that I have no interest in Godonir. He's all yours. I am more than happy with my husband who is currently singing on the stage. Speaking of which, we would appreciate if you would not speak so loudly while Clever Prank is performing."
Following a glance over her shoulder at the band, Yanna smirked at me and said in a snide tone, "Ohhhh them. I come to all their shows. The singer loves it when I show up and always makes time to sign his name on my breasts. After I open my top of course."
Acacia looked at Yanna and said, "That is an absolute lie and shows how little you know about Neldor. He is a family oriented mer and completely committed to my sister. He wouldn't put his hand or anything else of his anywhere near your breasts. Why don't you go find Godonir since you're so intent on allowing him to keep using and abusing you?"
Yanna argued, "He doesn't abuse me!"
Acacia responded calmly, "Telling you to keep quiet so he can look at a picture and imagine that he's with someone else while he's in bed with you is abusive and shows that you are nothing to him."
After nodding briefly in agreement, I looked at Yanna and said, "Normally I would tell a person in your shoes that you deserve better, but after what you tried to do to Constance I don't feel in the least bit sorry for you."
After letting out a shriek which caused several people in the tavern, including the four mers on the state, to look in her direction, Yanna snapped, "Never say that brat's name to me! I swore that if anyone said her name to me I would give them a hard smack! In fact I'll do that right now!"
The moment I saw Yanna raise her hand with the intent to bring it down across my face I jumped from my seat and grabbed hold of her wrist. The last thing I wanted to do was make a scene and certainly didn't want to get into a tavern brawl, but I was not about to allow Yanna to hit me. Knocking her off balance, I bodily shoved her against the wall and held her in place with my elbow beneath her chin. In the back of my mind I was aware that we had drawn the attention of everyone in the tavern, but as I said, I wasn't going to allow her to hit me. If she did it once she would think she could cause trouble whenever she saw me.
Keeping Yanna pressed against the wall (but not so hard that she couldn't breath), I looked down at her and hissed, "Now listen carefully. Before my husband and I decided to earn our living by farming, we were rangers, both here and on a Solsthiem island called Lokken. Together and separately we have dealt with wolf packs, grizzly bears, snow bears, bandits and poachers. Not to mention the occasional undead that would come out of the barrows. After all those things, you, sera, are small potatoes."
Acacia, who had gotten up from the sofa and was standing nearby, said to Yanna, "In case that wasn't clear, my sister could mop the floor with you without breaking a sweat."
Still not letting Yanna go, I continued, "Furthermore, although I am not on active duty right now, I am still a registered ranger. That means that you just attempted to hit a branch of law enforcement. I have the authority to arrest you for that."
To that Acacia threw in gleefully, "Darkfell will happily get Yanna's usual cell ready for her."
As Yanna glared up at me, I asked, "So what shall it be? I can arrest you, I could give you a hard beating right here....or...you can calm down and walk out of here."
Before Yanna could reply, Acacia said, "I suggest you go with the third option. If Godonir hears that Aeronwen gave you a beating or locked you in a jail cell that will just endear her to him even more. You don't want that do you?"
Getting the message that she was in over her head, Yanna answered in a soft (but still very angry) voice, "I'll walk."
Letting her go, but still watching her closely in case she tried anything, I replied, "Good choice."
As she strode away, Yanna glanced over her shoulder and snapped, "It's no wonder the Black Claw Bastard is so fixated on you! You're both beasts!"
As we watched her go, Acacia commented softly, "This is probably going to be featured in tomorrow's Tattler."
I agreed, "Quite likely. Oh well, we all end up being featured in the Tattler sooner or later."
Just it looked like peace was about to be restored at Fiddler's Green, Yanna walked past a tall male Dunmer who turned out to be Crassius' business partner Odros. Giving the mer a shove, Yanna snapped, "Out of my way, ash face!"
Odros, who at first looked surprised before glaring at Yanna in anger, replied, "I have a policy to never ever hit a lady. Fortunately you're not a lady."
To the surprise of everyone in the tavern, Odros gave Yanna a slap across her face. With a shriek of fury, Yanna jumped at Odros and began hitting him as fast as her fists would fly. Not about to passively take her assaults, Odros gave back as good as he got. That being said, I don't think he used his full strength. If he had, Yanna would not have been able to walk away from the brawl, which she did after she yelled, "Enough!"
Straightening his vest, Odros said as Yanna clenched her teeth in fury, "I suggest you run along, missy. This place is for mature adults. And stop dressing in the colors of my Great House. I don't want people thinking that we accepted you into our ranks."
Too angry, and likely too humiliated, to respond, Yanna stalked out of the tavern. She will likely have a new entry on her network journal before this night is over and she will no doubt paint Odros and myself as a couple of monsters. Oh well. Her opinion means little to me and I'm not going to loose any sleep over it. I have exams in the morning and I'm not going to let my grade point average drop over the likes of Yanna.
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Aeronwen and Acacia are both wearing this hair: Blossom Hair 27 Set. At first I couldn't decide which of them to put the hair on for this entry since they both look so pretty with it, but then decided, "What the heck, they're sisters and have similar tastes. Of course there might be times when they wear their hair in the same way."
This was a day that will remain vivid in my memory. In fact the events might even be mentioned in tomorrow's news. I just hope that the editor doesn't embellish the details. Before I get into my own personal involvement I want to record what was reported in the Tattler this morning;
Former King of Morrowind, Hlaalu Helseth, is the center of Morgana le Hex's little world at the moment, with the mer receiving quite a lot of attention from the local Harpy. However, unlike the usual state of affairs, Morgana appears to be sincerely enamored with the former king. "What do I need to do to get a piece of that tasty morsel? Oh my, I appear to be salivating!"
If Morgana really intends to pursue my father then she's getting in way over her head. The mer is incapable of really caring about anyone. Oh, he may have claimed that he loved my mother, but I fear it was only his own idea of love. Nothing means more to Helsth than power. While I am glad Acacia and I are sisters, I wish things could have been different for both of our mothers. They each deserved far better than Hlaalu Helseth.
Following breakfast and the morning news, Neldor and I went to today's class at A.I.U which went from noon to two o'clock. After class was dismissed we went straight to Fiddler's Green where Clever Prank was putting on a show at 3PM. The tavern was quiet when we first arrived, but began filling up as patrons came by when they were through with work for the day. To our surprise we saw none other than Mistress Therana seated at the bar. Clad in in a loose fitting maternity dress, Therana was speaking to the bar-tender about the importance of not overfeeding spiders. The feeding of spiders seems to be something that's very important to her.
The clock struck three and Clever Prank took to the stage and played their selection of cheerful music. Some of the tavern patrons got up to dance, others simply enjoyed the music while eating a meal or enjoying a drink.
Acacia came by during the performance and we settled on one of the corner sofas to to chat and have some drinks of fruit juice. I immediately noticed that she was wearing the same sort of maternity dress that Therana had been wearing (but made with a far prettier light blue fabric). Gesturing at the dress, I commented, "That looks so comfortable."
She replied, "It is. It just flows around me and there is plenty of room for an expanding tummy. The seamstress said that there are so many pregnancies going on right now that she had to hire some help in order to keep the dresses in stock. I noticed she had some in a pretty amethyst colored fabric that I know you would like."
Laughing softly, I said, "Not that I need it yet, as far as I know." Lowering my voice, I asked, "Did you hear about Morgana setting her sights on our father?"
Grimacing, Acacia answered, "Yes. Actually I don't think anything will come of it. Unless our father has severely lowered his standards, Morgana doesn't seem like his type."
I agreed, "She doesn't. Our father insisted that his mistresses knew how to conduct themselves at court. They had to be ladies, not a shrieking harpy."
Just as I was mentioning shrieking harpies, an angry female voice snapped from somewhere to my right, "It's you!" Turning toward the voice, I saw Yanna standing nearby. Pointing at me, she repeated furiously, "It's you! I recognize you from that damn picture! Godonir still has a copy of it on his head-board!"
I replied calmly, "Yet you continue to spend time with him in his room."
Obviously not caring if she made a scene, Yanna stated as she glared down at me, "I'm going to make this crystal clear; Godonir is mine! Got it?"
To that I said cheerfully, "You are more than welcome to him, sera."
Almost snarling, she shot back, "My name's not Sara! It's Yanna!"
"Oh Auriel," Acacia whispered in annoyance.
Doing my best to come across as polite, I explained, "What I am saying is that I have no interest in Godonir. He's all yours. I am more than happy with my husband who is currently singing on the stage. Speaking of which, we would appreciate if you would not speak so loudly while Clever Prank is performing."
Following a glance over her shoulder at the band, Yanna smirked at me and said in a snide tone, "Ohhhh them. I come to all their shows. The singer loves it when I show up and always makes time to sign his name on my breasts. After I open my top of course."
Acacia looked at Yanna and said, "That is an absolute lie and shows how little you know about Neldor. He is a family oriented mer and completely committed to my sister. He wouldn't put his hand or anything else of his anywhere near your breasts. Why don't you go find Godonir since you're so intent on allowing him to keep using and abusing you?"
Yanna argued, "He doesn't abuse me!"
Acacia responded calmly, "Telling you to keep quiet so he can look at a picture and imagine that he's with someone else while he's in bed with you is abusive and shows that you are nothing to him."
After nodding briefly in agreement, I looked at Yanna and said, "Normally I would tell a person in your shoes that you deserve better, but after what you tried to do to Constance I don't feel in the least bit sorry for you."
After letting out a shriek which caused several people in the tavern, including the four mers on the state, to look in her direction, Yanna snapped, "Never say that brat's name to me! I swore that if anyone said her name to me I would give them a hard smack! In fact I'll do that right now!"
The moment I saw Yanna raise her hand with the intent to bring it down across my face I jumped from my seat and grabbed hold of her wrist. The last thing I wanted to do was make a scene and certainly didn't want to get into a tavern brawl, but I was not about to allow Yanna to hit me. Knocking her off balance, I bodily shoved her against the wall and held her in place with my elbow beneath her chin. In the back of my mind I was aware that we had drawn the attention of everyone in the tavern, but as I said, I wasn't going to allow her to hit me. If she did it once she would think she could cause trouble whenever she saw me.
Keeping Yanna pressed against the wall (but not so hard that she couldn't breath), I looked down at her and hissed, "Now listen carefully. Before my husband and I decided to earn our living by farming, we were rangers, both here and on a Solsthiem island called Lokken. Together and separately we have dealt with wolf packs, grizzly bears, snow bears, bandits and poachers. Not to mention the occasional undead that would come out of the barrows. After all those things, you, sera, are small potatoes."
Acacia, who had gotten up from the sofa and was standing nearby, said to Yanna, "In case that wasn't clear, my sister could mop the floor with you without breaking a sweat."
Still not letting Yanna go, I continued, "Furthermore, although I am not on active duty right now, I am still a registered ranger. That means that you just attempted to hit a branch of law enforcement. I have the authority to arrest you for that."
To that Acacia threw in gleefully, "Darkfell will happily get Yanna's usual cell ready for her."
As Yanna glared up at me, I asked, "So what shall it be? I can arrest you, I could give you a hard beating right here....or...you can calm down and walk out of here."
Before Yanna could reply, Acacia said, "I suggest you go with the third option. If Godonir hears that Aeronwen gave you a beating or locked you in a jail cell that will just endear her to him even more. You don't want that do you?"
Getting the message that she was in over her head, Yanna answered in a soft (but still very angry) voice, "I'll walk."
Letting her go, but still watching her closely in case she tried anything, I replied, "Good choice."
As she strode away, Yanna glanced over her shoulder and snapped, "It's no wonder the Black Claw Bastard is so fixated on you! You're both beasts!"
As we watched her go, Acacia commented softly, "This is probably going to be featured in tomorrow's Tattler."
I agreed, "Quite likely. Oh well, we all end up being featured in the Tattler sooner or later."
Just it looked like peace was about to be restored at Fiddler's Green, Yanna walked past a tall male Dunmer who turned out to be Crassius' business partner Odros. Giving the mer a shove, Yanna snapped, "Out of my way, ash face!"
Odros, who at first looked surprised before glaring at Yanna in anger, replied, "I have a policy to never ever hit a lady. Fortunately you're not a lady."
To the surprise of everyone in the tavern, Odros gave Yanna a slap across her face. With a shriek of fury, Yanna jumped at Odros and began hitting him as fast as her fists would fly. Not about to passively take her assaults, Odros gave back as good as he got. That being said, I don't think he used his full strength. If he had, Yanna would not have been able to walk away from the brawl, which she did after she yelled, "Enough!"
Straightening his vest, Odros said as Yanna clenched her teeth in fury, "I suggest you run along, missy. This place is for mature adults. And stop dressing in the colors of my Great House. I don't want people thinking that we accepted you into our ranks."
Too angry, and likely too humiliated, to respond, Yanna stalked out of the tavern. She will likely have a new entry on her network journal before this night is over and she will no doubt paint Odros and myself as a couple of monsters. Oh well. Her opinion means little to me and I'm not going to loose any sleep over it. I have exams in the morning and I'm not going to let my grade point average drop over the likes of Yanna.
Aeronwen and Acacia are both wearing this hair: Blossom Hair 27 Set. At first I couldn't decide which of them to put the hair on for this entry since they both look so pretty with it, but then decided, "What the heck, they're sisters and have similar tastes. Of course there might be times when they wear their hair in the same way."
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Morgana and Yanna, sure entertainment. Morgana actually wants Helseth? Acacia: "I can't believe this. Oh, wait, yes I can. But she will never be our stepmother."
"Yanna will never learn, will she? She makes herself look tough, but she juet takes all of the horrible abuse, and no one can help her."
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I thought Yanna would be the one to go after him, but I guess she's too obsessed with the Black Claw Bastard.
Aeronwen and Acacia are in for another surprise; Barenziah has been woohooing with Odros. LOL
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"I don't even know how to react to that. Isn't there... some sort of difficulty pairing up with a Heartwight? That would only entice our grandmother!"
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*thinks silently, glancing at the two Dagoth mers, As if we don't have enough trouble with Vemyn, Therana, or Gilvoth.
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I'm...screwed, then ðŸ˜â˜•ðŸ’¦