Or keeping up with writing challenges. Those challenges were fun, I must say, and the short bursts of writing were making it easier to get into a writing mood. The problem is that, instead of anything I should be working on right now, I am feeling inspired to write the following: Continue reading
When Runa found Xeri, she was by the statue of Maeve Sigeweald, the Champion of Cyrodill, the hero of the Oblivion Crisis, and Elspeth’s ancestor. Xeri was contemplating the last ten years and trying to figure out exactly where she went wrong.
“Do you think that Elspeth is inspired by her?” asked Xeri. She didn’t look at Runa; she just crossed her arms and stared forward.
Runa could tell that Xeri felt disheartened and so she took a deep breath and tried to think of something encouraging. She paused for several moments and finally said, “No.” Runa knew, better than anyone else, that while Elspeth understood her family’s history, she felt little, if any, affinity with her legacy.
Xeri looked at her sharply with her lips pursed and brow furrowed. But she couldn’t hold the look. As defensive as she felt momentarily, she knew that Runa was right. She dropped her head and sighed. To Runa she looked defeated and Xeri Tharys did not accept defeat.
“What’s on your mind Xeri?” asked Runa.