Emberflame Ridge But meanwhile…

His brother combats him with hopeful words — Yet. There is no other way yet. But we can change that. Alduin does not share the same optimistic appraisal of the situation. He believes there is no hope for him. In a way, he has already accepted the spirit and the woes that accompany his presence. His brother seems dead set on fixing him — the listener too. They will have to see…

All Alduin would do is hum out a sound that says he’s not as convinced as he and the listener, but he acknowledges their help anyway. At least their trying. Alduin is not and maybe that’s the problem here.

To close out their conversation, Tulok’s mentions taking first shift for guard. Alduin hums out another acknowledgment before nodding. Despite the fight and his wounds he still does not tire — correction; he’s tired but knows he will not sleep. Either way he does as told and moves to curl up beneath a tree. 

Settling down and thinking. He feels a hand brush over the fur on his nape and head. Banesteppe. His eyes grow heavy and the last thing he comprehends is the feeling of being caressed before fading into a dream. A dream made up of far away lands where he ruled beside a man — a king — in a castle. 

Banesteppe…