I fell in love (in a manner of speaking) with the character Zerina I invented. I wanted some more depth to her so I started thinking what she would have been like as a child. Soon I found myself writing it down and before I knew the first chapter was born. Overall it's going to be a short story (if I can restrain myself lol) in which I will describe several events throughout her youth to when she meets Rales.
I hope you like it
Chapter 1: Childhood
Vabdas residence, 3E290
‘Zerina, come inside dear. Dinner is ready!’ a Dunmer woman caringly shouted across the green pastures alongside the Quada Samsi, south of Gnisis. ‘And stay away from the river honey!’
‘Yes mummy,’ a young girl answered sighingly while wading through the river knee-deep and kicking the water. ‘I am big enough to decide for myself,’ she mumbled despondedly but was soon lured to the house by the wonderful smell from her mother’s cooking.
‘Yummy, Nixhound-stew.’ The smell was a familiar one, her mother always made Nixhound-stew when her father returned from the mines. He’d stay away for days and return grimy and utterly exhausted.
With her bare feet flapping though the wet grass, she ran towards the house to greet her father when a moist nose tumbled her over. ‘Hey buddy,’ she greeted her favourite Guar from the pack that was grazing around the Vabdas residence. ‘I can’t play right now, daddy’s come home,’ she exubarantly said to the animal.‘I’ll be back after dinner, alright?’ she said while hugging the animal. A wet tongue dragged across her face sending her into a giggle. ‘Not now,’ she said laughingly.
Quickly she pressed a kiss on its snout and ran home.
‘Easy on the door! How many times do I still have to tell you?’ her mother reprimanded her.
Zerina pouted her lips. ‘But, I wanted to-’
‘Yes, yes, I know, you wanted to see your father,’ her mother smiled. ‘But you still need to take it easy on the door. One day you’re going to break the hinges.’
Zerina’s eyes became wet and the corners of her mouth dropped. ‘I don’t want to break them,’ she said sadly.
‘No need to cry, dear. Just be more careful.’
‘Shijana, you’re being to hard on her,’ a gruff voice interjected.
‘Daddy!’ Zerina shouted and ran into his outstretched arms.
‘You been behaving, darling?’ Zerina nodded vigorously in reply.
‘Did you bring me something father?’ she asked with her almond-shaped eyes glowing with anticipation.
‘I might,’ he said with a mysterious smile. ‘How about a kiss first?’
With a wet sound she pressed her lips on her father’s cheek. ‘Now can I have my present?’
‘Okay, okay,’ her father smilingly submitted and slowly pulled a thin leather strap with a blood-red amulet suspended on it from his tunic. He put his indexfinger over his lips. ‘It must remain a secret, okay? You can not show it to your friends,’ he said conspiratorially while tying the leather necklace around her slender, long neck. A feature she inhereted from her mother. ‘Now, let’s have some dinner. Why don’t you help your mother set the table?’
She hated doing chores but since her father had asked her, she ran into the kitchen to help her mother. ‘And don’t run indoors!’ her father shouted after her while shaking his head amusedly.
‘Look what I can do!’ Zerina exclaimed at dinner. Her plate filled to the brim with Nix-hound stew was floating several inches above the dinner table.
‘Don’t play with your food,’ her mother told her off but a wink from her husband silenced her.
‘Where did you learn that?’ her father asked her intrigued. Of course he knew Zerina had learned it from simply copying her mother.
‘I watched mother and just did the same as she did. Wanna see?’
The pair looked at eachother meaningfully. Shijana was a resourceful mage but in many ways, her five year old daughter rivalled her, if only in talent.
‘Show me,’ her father said. Before her mother could interrupt her, the floating plate crashed down on to floor, slinging stew and ceramic shards throughout the entire kitchen while another lifted from the table.
‘How many times have I told you never to cast the same spell when another is still active? Now look what you’ve done. I just cleaned the kitchen,’ Shijana complained sighingly while her husband burst out in laughter. ‘So you think it’s funny, why don’t you clean it up?’ she jestfully adressed him and flung the moist towel towards him.
Handily he caught the towel and set to cleaning the floor. It was partially his doing so it was more than fair he and Zerina would wipe away the spilled stew and remove the ceramic shards.
‘Come darling, put down that plate and help me clean up the mess you made. And no buts.’
‘Yes daddy,’ the little girl bleakly answered.
For several minutes Zerina helped her father but much to his amusement she only spread it out further rather than cleaning it up.
‘Go feed your Guar,’ he said.
He was rewarded with a kiss, a hasty thank you and footsteps through the mess leaving only more for him to clean up.
Amusedly he shook his head and wondered what his wife would say if she found out he had let their little girl go play outside, despite her orders.