ooc; Hope you don’t mind the slight bit of PP of the weasel. Didn’t know if you wanted me to take over her yet or not x) Just lemme know if I need to edit it.
Word count: 310 // +3 points
Alduin nodded approvingly at the name Insomnia gave to her marten as he walked hastily toward where the wolf was calling from. That was certainly quick, and he was curious as to what she had found for him. As he neared, his eyes took notice of the little weasel prancing happily around Insomnia. He chuckled at the creature and kneeled down to the ground, extending his hand to the tiny beast.
“Come, little friend,” he urged. “Would you care to accompany me home? It’s not much right now, but I imagine that we can make it a lovely place one day.”
The weasel wouldn’t have been his first choice, but as he watched it sniff his hand curiously, he couldn’t help but smile. It was small, inquisitive, and playful—everything he wished he could have been some months ago. Yes, the weasel was a nice fit.
“She’s rather adorable, Miz Insomnia,” Alduin remarked as he dared to pick up the weasel. “In all honesty, I never thought that a weasel would be good company, but this one appears to be quite darling.”
The weasel dashed out of his hands to scurry up his shoulders where she made her perch and stretched her thin body out to rest. Alduin scratched her head lightly before he turned back to Insomnia.
“Thank you, madam,” he said with a slight bow. “I think I’ll call her Amelia, after my late mother.”
While it pained him to give the name away to a creature without speech, he couldn’t help but do so. The weasel was small and lithe, beautiful and elegant—just like his mother. The only difference he was (other than physical appearance, of course) was that the weasel was much more playful than his mother. Perhaps, though, that was because the creature was still young; but, he hoped that she would stay that way.
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