run of the mill.

[nehnahlmey]

[He's come from a prolonged "constitutional", undertaken when the dragon finally lost patience and parts of his mind. Alain had been following that vampire around for quite some time, and one day, he had simply vanished from Nehnahlmey's watch. From Skyrim altogether, in truth--a detail that eventually forced the creature to seek the man out in quiet desperation.

After several days, the dragon lands in front of the travesty Alain calls a house in a last attempt to wait out the man's return. It is here Nehnahlmey finds Alain, sitting against the building in what looks to be fatigue.

The dragon slips out of his transparency to peer at the figure.]

...Dovahkiin.

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[nehnahlmey]

[Suspicious. Highly suspicious. The dragon eyes the man carefully, displeasure warring with his rising curiosity.]

...Your words, Dovahkiin, will be better left unsaid if you intend to show me a soul gem.

[dovahfahdon]

[ His pack is five steps to the side. He sees it, and notes the dragon's consideration, despite the fact that bringing light to that now might be unwanted. He removes his hands from the dragon, then, attempting to not sway and failing, tottering over to the pack.

He sits down hard in front of it, then begins to undo the fastenings. ]

Nothing so trite. There was a Reaper that offered black soul gems for its demise, but this is far more interesting than that.

[nehnahlmey]

[Cold compound eyes move with the man, absorbing every detail a dragon could possibly take in from another. Alain works on opening his pack, and Nehnahlmey finds he cannot fully quell his curiosity.

Even as he snarls at the mention of a Reaper--a gesture of disgust that Alain would risk himself entirely.]

[dovahfahdon]

[ He doesn't look up from his shifting. ]

I won't show you if you remain in such a mood.

[nehnahlmey]

[Nehnahlmey thinks to snarl once more, except curiosity wins over. He remains silent instead and waits.]

[dovahfahdon]

[ The item sought is large; the length and width of Alain's arms put together. A strange thing for the man to have, but recognizable to all in Tamriel.

Alain smiles at Niall, near innocently--happy--as he holds up an Elder Scroll. ]

[nehnahlmey]

[The item shown has nothing overtly eye-catching, but it does catch the eye. The eyes, as all of Nehnahlmey's widen to take in its details.

Alain smiles, as if there is nothing more lovely in existence than holding an Elder Scroll, and the dragon finds himself beyond words.

It cannot possibly be-- An all-powerful artifact? An expression never shown? Yet there they are. His eyes are not lying.]

[dovahfahdon]

[ The object, heavy as life and as insubstantial as air, rests in his outstretched palms. ]

Her mother had it. And now it's completely mine.

[nehnahlmey]

Yours.

[Language sits like iron on his tongue.]

This Kel. Yours.

[dovahfahdon]

[ As if nothing is strange at all, Alain Ebon laughs.

The strange sound echoes away and Alain rests the scroll upon his knees. ]

...As much as any such thing can be someone's, I assume. If it decides to be elsewhere, there won't be anything to do.

[ He brushes a hand against the item, almost lovingly. ]

But for awhile it will be mine.