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Daily writing prompt

What’s your favorite word?

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“Oh no…why’d you have to ask her that?” Lydia groaned.

Elspeth smiled.

“Elspeth…no!”

But Elspeth ignored Lydia’s protestations and drew in a deep breath. “Zul May Gut”.

Lydia braced herself and an altered version of Elspeth’s voice spoke, just to the left of Toki Wartooth, who was stood by Belethor’s shop.

NO LOLLYGAGGING!

Toki looked around, shook his head, and scratched the inside of his ear before returning to stance.

“Why do you do that?”

“It’s funny.” Elspeth giggled. “And shouting seldom brings pleasure…normally it’s just pain.

PROMPTLY YOURS!

What are you most worried about for the future?

“Dragons.”

“Yes, dragons…of course,” said Trygve. “And Vampires too, I suppose.”

They looked over at Lydia who was staring at the ground, tracing her finger over the leaves of a blue mountain flower. Dying alone, she thought, as she looked up and started at her friends intently. “Dragons of course.”

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Take the Last Train to Promptville

Where can you reduce clutter in your life?

“Hmmm…that’s a really good question, something I think everyone should consider,” said Trygve. “Let me think for a–“

“Are you kidding me?” asked Elspeth. “Do you even know what clutter is? Your possessions are so precisely selected, organized and used to maximize efficiency and reduce waste. I have never seen so much as a left over stem. And as a hunter? I am not sure that I want to know what you do with…certain animal parts….”

“Speaking of, I’ve never made you my Da’s offal stew have I?”

Elspeth frowned. Offal was big in Bosmeri families in Cyrodill and it triggered two distinct feelings: sorrow, for the memories of Sundas dinner with Andil and his mother. And disgust. Because offal stew was, no matter how lovingly prepared, no matter how well seasoned, absolutely revolting.

“Sorry Trygve, I just cannot eat that any more.”

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In what ways do you communicate online?

“On what line?” asked Lydia. “Is that some sort of magic spell? A way to send messages?”

“I thought that was when Runa used to pin notes on parchment to the clothing line,” said Elspeth.

“No, that’s not it,” interjected Trygve. “You misheard, he asked in what ways do you communicate on limonite, which is a common type of iron ore. Although, I cannot imagine for the life of me, why you would communicate anything on limonite, though I suppose you could use it to weigh down parchment outside the door of a mine, if needed.”

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What snack would you eat right now?

“I would give my left foot for one of Runa’s apple dumplings right now,” said Elspeth. “With a cup of hot tea. There is nothing better. Even Xeri couldn’t resist them.”

“Oh! You should try Fralia’s dumplings. When we’re back in Whiterun we should ask her to bake you some!” Lydia said. “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if she and Runa had the same recipe. Our families were always sharing that sort of thing, the Battle Borns too.”

“That sounds really nice,” said Elspeth. “We didn’t have any friends like that in Bruma. What about you Trygve, what snack would you eat right now?”

“Dried venison.”

“But that’s what you are eating right now. Is that all you want?”

“It’s all I need.”

“Don’t let him fool you,” said Lydia. “I know for a fact that when he buys taffy treats for Lars and Mila, he gets an extra for himself.

“Well, isn’t that adorable.”