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[In his mind, a project devoted to building one's dwelling is a project best left to rot in Sovngarde, but Alain had thought otherwise. Before Nehnahlmey could raise a word in complaint, Alain took to his task with no intention of stopping, resulting in a week's span of time where the dragon found himself with nothing to do. As opposed to directing his energies in more constructive pursuits, he holed himself in a cave beside a cliffside, counted the number of goats he could have torn apart until ultimately deciding a nap was more entertaining.
Until a concentration of energy seeps into his consciousness. Until he opens a single eye to regard the source near the entrance. Until he catches a glimpse of white hair.
His answer is brief.]
Finished already?
Until a concentration of energy seeps into his consciousness. Until he opens a single eye to regard the source near the entrance. Until he catches a glimpse of white hair.
His answer is brief.]
Finished already?
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He has appeared on the side of a sheer mountainside, looking into a cave, where a dragon laired, his snout as big as Alan himself.
One who speaks to him.
Alan considers dreams, but reality is seldom the least jarring in his experience.
He peers behind himself, gauging the long fall through wind, air, and snow. ]
...My life? I'd like to hope there's a bit more for me yet.
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It sparks before the first inhale: Dovahkiin hin kos ni.
Dragonborn he is not.]
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Abomination or not. And then, they would--
Be separated. And he cannot have that. His arms wheel out and latch onto a ridge on the dragon's head for safety, outcome not wholly considered, when he--
Blinks. And feels solid ground again under his feet. He stares at the dragon, wondering what it is that he just felt. Something not locked in logic or sense, but.... ]
...Nigel?
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Except his mind sparks a second time, of a truth he never remembers holding. Of a name that is not his and yet rings familiarity all the same.
Of a dear existence found a second time.
All eight eyes blink at the man, before the creature slowly retracts his head, giving the man more ground to stand upon.]
...You've yet to call me by my given name, mortal.
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As it... he... speaks of things as if there is familiarity. As if Alan is right in his nonsense. ]
I'd like to learn it.
[ He says honestly, without thinking. He inhales in sharp thought, then continues. ]
I'm here, then, too. Am I a... A dragon as well?
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So you've finally gained the patience for it? Very well. Zu'u Nehnahlmey. I am the one who watches.
[A typical title, a compliment and an insult in a single breath. Perhaps he should have settled for the simple and given the bastardized version in human tongue.
If not for the man speaking again, Nehnahlmey might have. Instead, he gives a look bordering amusement.]
Dovah? No. You are a mortal man born with Dovah Sos. Dragonblood. We call you Dovahkiin. Dragonborn.
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...Zu...uu... Nehnahlmey. What does it mean?
[ It's a question he wouldn't think to ask humans. But to a dragon, Alan wonders. Wonders what the incomprehensible name means.
Much like the rest of what the dragon says. The continuous translation, therefore, is welcome. Alan swallows at the slew of information and leans toward light sarcasm as a defensive. ]
Funny. I think I would have noticed if I was part dragon.
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Zu'u. I am. Nehnahlmey. Never Living Fool.
[The name and the associated meaning are said with pride. It is a symbol of status, of power, to be named.]
You must also have a name.
[To share souls with that other man. Or minds, in this case. They tend to concentrate on the same inane things.]
Few Dragonborn know what they are until they've consumed a dragon's soul, but I can assure you, mortal, that you-- [This you.] --are not capable of such a feat.
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...Alan. I'm Alan. What does... What do I usually call you?
[ The name that was always used instead, something not Nigel. As with the entirety of this place. None of it calls to sense, not the least of which-- ]
...You stay with someone who consumes your own kind? [ He should be surprised, but the emotion doesn't come. ] But even here, I wouldn't hurt you, would I? And you...
[ The dragon, ancient and knowledgeable, even as a watchful fool. For a dragon to prioritize a man, a hunter born of his kind to kill his kind, and remain after committing what would seem to be the seemingly greatest of sacrileges.... ]
You must love me, then.
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[He tries the name with a tone echoing Alan's own. Alain's counterpart. A minor adjustment would match this name to that name, this soul to that soul.]
You call me Niall, the unfortunate byproduct of your single earnest attempt.
[It was a name befitting a pet, a horse, or some pitiful creature. Of course, Nehnahlmey has never approved of it, even as he adopted it as part of his own. For reasons the man claims to know.]
Love? You would attribute a human aspect to a dragon?
[Attribute love to the loveless. He has read enough mortal books to know the concept; however, it has yet to step outside the conceptual realm.
If he was not in a cave, the dragon might sway his tail in contemplation.]
We are a race that consumes. We have lived and died numerous times over. Dinok-- Death does not phase me. [However.] But you have proven to be a rare sort. The one moment in life I have truly been nahlaas. Alive.
[The one he would hate to lose.]
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...Niall suits you, I think.
[ And separates him from that name. That name that, Alan realizes with a certainty, his other self would seek to separate from the dragon's existence. He will never say Nehnahlmey, that self. Not while that meaning is attached to the word. It is a kind of affection all the same.
As is the dragon's.
Never living, was the translation, and Alan thinks he understands. ]
...That is love, Niall. Life of a kind that warms even the most stagnant of souls.
[ It's because he's in the presence of a dragon, Alan will defend: Of why he's falling to poetics. ]
I was the same.
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You and Alain. Your views are vanmindoraan. Incomprehensible. Tell me: do you also believe Nigel suits my other self?
[It rings as ridiculous for a dragon--as ridiculous as a child of Akatosh finding love. But something of this man's statements warrants further inquiry.]
And where did you find your love, Alan, Ni Dovahkiin? Who gave you life?
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Perhaps he should wonder if anything is the same. ]
...Nigel is Nigel. He has another name, but I--
[ I don't use it. The same in principle, if not in premise. He shrugs loosely, admitting it in all but words. That sameness.
But Alan has rarely held names as truth, yet perhaps in this world, with this dragon, it is different. However, the second line of query is far easier and less complicated. Alan moves closer, then slowly reaches a hand out and places it against the soft end of the dragon's snout. (Cool. The skin is cool.) A moment, then he pets softly there. ]
...Of course, in you. In your existence.
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So why is Alain Ebon building a house?
There are many reasons. A thane needs a place to claim, and with Morthal's lack of houses, the Jarl offered land in Northern Hjaalmarch instead. Alain needed a place to leave weapons and amulets he had yet to enchant, as well as items of mystery until he solved the reason of their purpose. Perhaps that Niall had been annoying him of late, and there was nothing more upsetting to the dragon than being ignored for a meaningless purpose.
Yes, all these, but--
But strangely, it was his mother that Alain thought of when he put hammer to wood. His mother, who would likely faint dead away at the sight of her honored son worked as a commoner, who would likely berate him in tears the moment she revived. His mother, who Alain has not seen for some time now, and he wonders, somewhere, how long it has actually been.
He has not fulfilled his role of honor in a house of slaves. Instead he is living for himself, building a house and keeping the company of a dragon, while maintaining a prophecy's fulfillment despite himself.
Dragonborn, the Jarl of Whiterun called him. Dovahkiin, has been heard from Niall and Alduin's breaths.
And she would be disappointed, his mother, even if Alain ended up saving them all.
The hammer is laid to the ground, and he wipes sweat from above his eyes. His vision rests on a low mountain, and a dark opening into which Niall is likely hiding. It takes little: Putting on his leathers and tying a small bag of magicka potions to his belt, Niall's amulet tucked back into his tunic, and within moments, the Dragonborn is nearing the opening, a hand on the rock face as he moves into the dark.
Silence is what he offers. He calls out to none, even the one existence he would claim as friend.
Finished already?
There is something of relief, deep inside him, at that voice. There is nothing given away as he continues inward, murmurs lightly. ]
Not quite.
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...Another day, the creature might have nudged the man in sad affection. Today he is playing at apathy.]
Then why cease your futile task to visit me?
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He reclines his head back against scales. ]
Futile, is it? When I have warmth to keep me while you remain on the mountains, it won't be such a thankless task.
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But he is still playing at apathy and closes his eyes.]
The almighty Dragonborn chooses the warmth of a cage over the cold, open sky. How abhorrent.
[He allows a moment to pass.]
You have yet to answer my question.
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[ An agreement, even so, the repeat falls flat. Alain is not his usual self. ]
Almighty, am I? One would be hard-pressed to find another to echo your claims. Why have I sought you out, oh, dragon of the watchful eye?
[ He tilts his head up to seek the dragon's gaze. ]
Because I have no other, my friend.
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You sit on top of the bones of my brethren. Power speaks through your destruction, and for Dov, power is truth.
[The thought is enough for Nehnahlmey to relent, to open his eyes long enough to meet the man's. To remain silent in contemplation.
Finally:]
Your only choice, am I? Truly, you must have followers enough to fill your nonexistent hall.
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Power not mine learned through discipline, but granted through nothing of my own accord. Would you still call that true power, Niall, when I have never sacrificed to gain it?
[ Alain has committed countless sacrifices, to be certain. But for that ability, that lineage, that power? None so willingly. ]
...I don't want followers, empty-headed and full of the sounds of others.
[ He only wants one, to complement him in ways he has yet to know. ]
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[Willing or unwilling, taken or given, there exists a loss for a gain, a gain for a loss.]
Then what is your criteria?
[What is it that Alain truly wants?]
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...Is it in haste? My life must be a moment's span to you. I have thought on these things for months, Sundas to Loredas every week, from when Alduin's arrogance saved me in Frostfall of the year prior unto now. I don't speak from emotion, watchful one, but from contemplation. What of value has been taken for me to receive such an unwanted gift?
[ It is more than Alain usually says in one sitting, and one than he's ever said on the subject. It is said with quiet contemplation and calm, and yet, to one observing, perhaps an edge of sorrow could be seen dulling the words.
Is it because of that, that Alain is not watchful of his words? ]
Perhaps I seek one to call as close as blood.
[ Family. Of the like that Alain, despite his extended bloodline, has yet to see. ]
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Is it this that keeps him from finding what is sought? One to call as close as blood.]
You are unhappy. You've yet to find purpose in being the Dragonborn.
[But in the same breath, the dragon cannot dismiss the insinuation. That the gift Akatosh bestowed upon dragons and chosen humans could be seen as "unwanted". That Alain's life is but a moment.
It is upsetting.
The dragon falls to silence.]
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[ He muses to the dragon's silence. And yet voices a truth he has yet to say. ]
...Perhaps it is only that I wish to seek my own path. Not one whose stones have been placed by another.
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The dragons carve their own destiny, named after we've shown the truth of our being.
[Not like these mortals, who name at birth.]
Dovahkiin is the same. You do not have to follow the cast of another's light.
[So why feel burdened by a nonexistent weight?]
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