D.Foxy: Truer words have not been spoken. As much as Girl On Girl Is Hot, straight males just never clue in to the fact that lesbians do not have any use for them. Probably because mainstream media is filled with Bait and Switch Lesbians.
Rest assured though, Teresa is not a club lesbian, as she will soon find proved. Nerussa on the other hand, is not bound by categories.
Funny thing is, I have been in a threesome with two other women. But neither of them were really lesbians (just fauxs). Just as in your case, it is not something I have any desire to do again.
Still, one thing very common among homosexuals is that they often have at least one heterosexual experience, if not years of it. Again, myself included here. My mother always told me that you have to try it before know you don't like it after all...
haute ecole rider & mALX: Those guys just look too soft. I wanted someone who was raised in the lap of luxury, but has scars from actual action. That is why I went with Hephaestion.
Still, if its going to be a battle of the pretty boys, I have to throw out Da Masta (at least without getting into anime).
Acadian: I suspect you suspect correctly.
And thank you for the links. It is funny how one of the Zina's puts the stable right at Weye! Talk about synergy.
Destri Melarg: You had me rolling with the ton of bricks! Indeed, perhaps Nerussa should pack them!
I knew you would like the Redguard line. H.e.r. said the same to me as well. I fought to keep it in my many edits just because of that.
Linara: The Goddess of Fried Okra looks pretty neat. I wish I had more time for reading these days.
Next: Teresa has walked in on Nerussa with another lover. Next, she tries a new dish.
Chapter 23.2 – The Rider
"See, I told you he would like you." Nerussa giggled, and Teresa had to stop the innkeeper's hand from once more plunging down the front of her leather pants.
"I can't," Teresa nearly stammered, keenly aware of the Colovian staring at both of them. "I just came to say goodbye."
Now Nerussa did stop, and took a moment to pull her robe across her chest and tie it shut once more. She sighed. "Teresa, I was always completely honest with you about my life. I never led you on."
"I don't mean that… I mean… I'm not leaving like that." Teresa glanced at the Colovian before looking back into Nerussa's golden eyes. "I'm heading south, to Bravil. I'll probably be gone for the rest of the year, maybe longer."
"Oh," the high elf breathed, taking a moment to draw the errant locks of hair from her delicate features. "Looking for more of your ruins are you? I wish you wouldn't do that. You know how dangerous they are."
"I have to," Teresa insisted.
"Look, I'll give you the money," Nerussa continued. "Just keep making potions, and you can pay me back a little at a time. I don't care if it takes fifty years, or a hundred, we both have the time."
Teresa did smile then. Nerussa genuinely cared for her, of that the wood elf could be certain. She had never heard the former courtesan talk of loaning money to anyone in all the time she had known her, let alone thousands of drakes.
"It's not just about the money," Teresa said, biting her lip. "This is just something I have to do. I can't explain it. I just have to."
"Then at least stay here today, you can always go tomorrow." Nerussa laid her hands gently upon the wood elf's armored hips, then glanced up at the man on the stair. "Valerius doesn't mind the extra company, do you my lord?"
"I would be honored." The Colovian bowed deeply, and when he rose once more his eyes were glittering with light. "As a true gentleman, I am always at the service of a lady, or two…"
Teresa felt herself flushing once again, yet not from passion. She hurried to re-clasp her greaves and reached down for her belt and arrows. "I can't do that," she murmured, intensely aware of how both of them were staring at her, not to mention what they were offering. "That is just not - me."
The Colovian shrugged, but it was Nerussa who caught her attention as the high elf's arms drew her close. Teresa felt the taller woman's frame enfold her, and closed her eyes in delight. They spent long moments in one another's arms, and when they parted it was only so Nerussa could plant a soft, warm kiss upon her lips.
"Write to me, and let me know you are well," Nerussa breathed as their lips drew away. "Just address your letters to the Inn. In addition to being keeper of the ale, I am also the postmaster here in Weye."
"I will," Teresa sighed. She stepped away, all of her gear once more solidly attached to her leather-bound frame. Then she looked into Nerussa's eyes, and the next thing she knew, she was furiously kissing the other woman. Bravil could wait, she told herself, at least for a while longer.
* * *
That afternoon Teresa found herself hiking south along the shore of Lake Rumare. The placid waves of the lake gently lapped beyond her left shoulder, while rolling farmland stretched away to her right. Just as the land between the Imperial City and Sideways had been crammed with tilled fields and pastures, so to was the entire stretch of countryside south of Weye.
It was strange, the wood elf found herself ruminating, for to the north it was all wilderness, with only a few rare settlements and lone homesteads. She wondered what made people decide to settle in the south, but not the north? Perhaps the soil was better down here?
She had not remained with Nerussa for as long as she had expected, even after she decided to stay after all. Or that is after her body decided to stay, for Teresa knew well enough that her brain had little to do with the matter. At least the tryst had made one thing perfectly clear, Teresa ruminated, men were definitely not on the menu.
She continued long into the night, enjoying the sparkling of the starlight upon the lake. Nerussa likes me, she found herself thinking. Yet the high elf definitely did not love her. The more Teresa thought about it, the more she found that did not bother her at all. Life was good, and if Nerussa had taught her anything, it was to appreciate all the joys within it, in whatever measure they came.
The forester came upon the ruin of Fanacasecul as the sun rose the next day. Half of the remaining spires of the Ayleid city rose from the waves of the lake, embraced by the white petals of sacred lotus and bright purple water hyacinth. Teresa was struck by the haunting beauty of the scene, and sat for nearly an hour along the shore, just staring with wonder as the sun broke over the ruin.
As with Belda, for a moment she found herself seeing the graceful walls and spires as they once were, thousands of years before. Elves as pale as she was roamed the streets, along with humans, Khajiit, and Argonians. The latter wore iron collars however, and never lifted their gazes to meet their master's stares.
Then just as quickly as it came, the vision was gone. Teresa rose with the sound of flapping raven's wings, and made her way into the ruin. Yet nothing greeted her but dust and mudcrabs. The site had long since been picked clean by treasure-hunters, she imagined. With settlements all around it was no wonder.
Continuing on her way, Teresa came upon a castle in the afternoon. Unlike Castle Magia, this one still flew the Imperial Dragon banner, and was bustling with soldiers. Well, perhaps not bustling, Teresa thought to herself as the road drew her past its gates. The soldiers actually seemed very sparse, and were greatly outnumbered by the people in the farming village next door.
Castle Virtue, Teresa saw the sign at its gate read. Stopping to take out her map, she drew in a small symbol of a tower along with its name. Going back to where she remembered Fanacasecul, she added that as well. There, she thought to herself as she folded the map and placed it back in her pack, now she was a proper explorer.
Teresa stopped for the night at the castle, and continued on the next day with the lake always at her left shoulder. In time the water moved from being to her east, to being to her north instead. As the day wore on she passed over a stone bridge that spanned a river flowing down to the lake from the hills in the south. She continued to pass numerous farming and fishing villages along the way, and like those on the Blue Road outside of Cheydinhal, all bore strong walls and ditches.
She was struck by how different they were to Weye. The little Breton fishing village bore no defenses at all. Yet it was just outside the Imperial City, Teresa thought to herself, only a short ride away for the Imperial Legion. The many villages and towns between Sideways and the capital had been the same. They had no need for defenses when most of the Fifth Legion was camped on their doorsteps.
Yet these settlements south of the lake would not have defenses unless they felt a need for them, Teresa mused. She strung her bow and continued on, paying extra attention to the deep forests that rose upon the higher ground in the south.
Yet her journey was uneventful for the rest of the day, and as twilight close in she crossed another stone bridge that spanned a river emptying into Lake Rumare. At the edge of the lake beyond it Teresa found the busy port town of Pell's Gate. It reminded her of Sideways and Urasek, not in the least because of the ferries she saw tied up to its docks for the night. A hot bath, warm meal of soup in bread, and several glasses of tangy shein made the night go by pleasantly. Then the next morning she was on her way once more.