Ainilan nodded as he finished the last few bites of a sweetroll. Using a clean cloth, he assisted Elvira in tidying up the kitchen. Handing 20 Septims to Hulga as payment for the mead, he left the inn and walked alongside Elvira back to the stables.
Dawn appeared happy to see him again, and nudged his shoulder with her velvety muzzle. He patted her long golden mane and fed her a piece of apple before climbing into the saddle.
As the day drew to a close and the sun hung low in the sky, Ainilan could begin to just barely see the distant shape of the city of Riften. Thankfully, they had avoided running into any bandits during their journey… though the city itself held more than a few thieves. The sky darkened as they approached the city gates, and the last sliver of the golden sun dipped behind the tall surrounding mountains. After bringing the horses to the stables, they entered the city.
Riften had a rougher atmosphere than Whiterun, but it retained its own unique charm nonetheless. The wooden walkways creaked slightly as they made their way to the temple of Mara.
Elvira thanked Ainilan for helping her clean up the now clean ktichen. She thanked Hulda for the use of her kitchen before leaving the inn and walking back through the city and to the stables.
Wolfy nearly knocked the preistess over when he saw her, giving a loud neigh, nuzzling into her. She soon climbed back into the saddle of the strange horse, who was now trotting happily down the worn stone path.
A nagging feeling tugged at Elvira for the rest of the trip to Riften. And as hard as she tried to ignore it, it only grew stronger as they neared the city. Their journey had been safe, but the priestess couldn’t shake the feeling.
It hit her when they neared the temple. She had completely forgotten. Between getting cured and coming across Ainilan, the priestess had quite literally forgotten about the last altercation she had with Maramal. She came to a stand still outside the temple doors, a pale hand frozen an inch before opening the doors.
A grimance formed on Elvira’s face as she turned towards Ainilan, “forgive me for what’s about to happen, it might not be all that pretty.”
Sucking in a deep breath, the priestess flung the doors of the temple open, and marched in. A man in a hooded priest’s robe turned towards her, the look of welcome on his face quickly turned sour.
"How dare YOU- YOU of ALL PEOPLE come into this temple! How dare you defile sanctified grounds-" Maramal was about to go on a roll, but stopped when he saw Ainilan in the background.
Elvira rolled her white eyes and yanked back her hood, and pointed at her eyes. Her voice was a deadly hiss, “I’m cured, idiot.”
The look on Maramal’s face was priceless, “how-“
"I know a man in Morthal." Elvira’s voice was a bit cocky, a menicing grin forming on her face, "now, why don’t you run along before you continue to embarrass yourself in front of our Lady? Shoo." She motioned towards the statue of Mara with one hand, and flicked the other idly at the other priest. Maramal quickly scuttled into a room in the back of the temple, muttering under his breath about vampires, with his face red.