A Second Chance

Ivy, Lydia and the young woman had returned from their trip to see the Greybeards a few weeks ago, now. Ivy had learned that she is the Dragonborn, and that she can absorb the power from any dragon that she kills. This power can help her with learning new words of power, which are basically the language that the dragons speak. While she was there, she learned two words of power. Unrelenting force, and whirlwind sprint. Ivy has become accustomed to the way of life in Skyrim. She's made friends with many of the locals in Whiterun Hold, even helped get rid of some bandits in the area. She's talked with some of the Companions, and is considering joining them. The blacksmith next door has given her access to the forge. That Ivy to craft herself a new outfit. Which is pretty much the same as her original outfit, although instead of purple snake skin. This one is made from dragon bones and scales, that she has dyed purple. Even the armor that she wears on her left arm, is crafted from golden dragon bones and scales, that she got from an elder dragon, that her and Lydia killed on the way back to Whiterun. However, today she's not wearing the new outfit. Today Ivy is dressed more casual, which still looks pretty good. Her casual outfit of the day, is a gown made from soft, warm, comfortable saber cat fur. That buttons down the front, with the chest area open, to allow the deep valley of her cleavage to show, the long skirt has a wide split down the middle, to allow her long, toned, athletic, smooth legs to show. She also has on a pair of gold color six inch stelleto heels, that strap to her bare feet, and lace up her calves, as well as a gold necklace to compliment her neckline, and bring attention to her cleavage, as it dangles in between her breasts. Sitting in her favorite chair in front of the fire pit, wearing her new gown while she reads a book, and sips a cup of hot tea. Ivy puts a page marker in the book, and sets it down on the table next to her tea. She gets up and walks over to the small bedroom underneath the stairs. With the door open, Ivy peeks inside, and sees the young woman sitting on the bed, staring off into space. "What's troubling you, Gabrielle?" Ivy said, as she steps into the room. The girl looks over at Ivy, and smiles. Ivy can see that it was forced smile, which is understandable given what the girl has been through. The cuts on her face were starting to look better, it won't be long before the wounds will be completely healed. Most of them will be gone, but a few are going to leave scars. Nothing like the scars that in the girl's mind and emotions. Ivy sits down next to Gabrielle, and crosses her legs in a lady-like manner, and runs her fingers through Gabrielle's auburn hair. "I was just thinking, that's all." Gabrielle said. "Are you experiencing any pain?" Ivy said, feeling dumb for asking such a stupid question. Of course the girl is in pain, Ivy can see it in her eyes. "No, those potions you gave me work wonders." Gabrielle said, as she looks away from Ivy. "Tell me what's bothering you, child." Ivy said, trying to sound as understanding as she can. "Those elves that killed my family. I want them to pay for what they did." Gabrielle said, as she clenches her fists so hard that her knuckles turn white. "They will Gabrielle, I gave you my word. And, I always keep my promises." Ivy said. Gabrielle looks at Ivy, with tears of sorrow and anger in her eyes. "I want you to train me. Teach me what you know. So that can avenge my family." Gabrielle said. "If that's what you want, then yes I will train you. Do you know how to use any weapons?" Ivy said. "I can use a bow." Gabrielle said. "Good, that's a start." Ivy said. A knock on the door, draws Ivy's attention. She looks over and sees Lydia standing at the door. "Sorry to interrupt you Mistress, but Irelif is in the living room. She would like to see you, Mistress." Lydia said, as she stands a little awkwardly at the door. "Thank you Lydia. Tell whoever it is, that I'll be there shortly." Ivy said. "As you command Mistress." Lydia said, as bows her head and leaves the room. Ivy looks at Gabrielle and smiles. "We'll begin your training tomorrow." Ivy said, with a smile. "Thank you Ivy." Gabrielle said. "There's no need to thank me, Gabrielle. I promised I'd take care of you, and that's what I intend to do." Ivy said, as she stands up and starts to walk out. Gabrielle stands up and puts her hand on Ivy's arm. Ivy stops and turns around to look at Gabrielle. "Wait." Gabrielle said, as hugs Ivy. Ivy wraps her arms around Gabrielle's smaller body, and kisses her on the forehead. Gabrielle holds her embrace, closing her eyes, as rests her head on Ivy's large, pillow soft breasts. "It's been so long since anyone has been so nice to me." Gabrielle said, as a tear runs down her cheek. Ivy keeps holding Gabrielle in her arms, as she feels a warm feeling growing in her heart. "I don't know what would've happened to me, if you and Lydia hadn't been there to rescue me." Gabrielle said, as she starts crying. "There, there child. It's over, you're safe now." Ivy said, as she tries to hold back her own tears. Gabrielle's crying turn into wailing, as she finally let's it all out. Ivy sits back down on the bed, and let's Gabrielle cry on her soft bosom. "Let it out, child. You have a long time to live, and you don't want this holding you back. So you go on, and cry. I'm here for you, Gabrielle." Ivy said. Ivy's cleavage starts to get wet, from Gabrielle's tears. As she continues crying out the pain of losing her family and her innocence to the murdering, raping thalmor. The sounds of Gabrielle's cries cause Ivy to tear up a little, but she remains strong for the young woman who needs her help. Ivy wipes away her tears, as Gabrielle stops crying and sits up. "Better?" Ivy said. Gabrielle wipes her eyes and looks at Ivy with a smile on her red face. It's the first time Ivy has seen the girl smile, and what a beautiful smile it is, Ivy thinks to herself. "Yes." Gabrielle said. Ivy smiles at Gabrielle, leans over and kisses her on the forehead again. "You must be hungry. I'll have Lydia cook something for you. Believe it or not, she's a pretty good cook." Ivy said. "I know, I tried her venison stew." Gabrielle said. "I'm sorry to have to leave Gabrielle, Irelif needs to talk to me." Ivy said. "Oh I'm okay, now. Thanks again. I'm going to see if Lydia will teach me her recipe for venison stew." Gabrielle said, with a polite smile. "Alright." Ivy said. Ivy smiles at Gabrielle one last time, before she gets up and walks out of the room. Irelif is sitting in the living room, when she sees Ivy walking out of the bedroom. Wearing a fairly modest gown, instead of her usual whorish looking outfit. Although the gown did show quite a bit of cleavage, and every time Ivy takes a step, her legs become fully exposed as they move in and out of the wide split up the middle of the skirt. Irelif didn't know what the Jarl saw in the woman. All Irelif saw is a woman who likes to show way too much skin, acts like she's the gods' gift to men and women, and has a self righteous attitude. Ivy stops in front of Irelif and looks down at the shorter dark elf. "How can help you Irelif?" Ivy said. "The Jarl would like you all to join him for dinner tonight." Irelif said. "Thank you Irelif, we'll be there." Ivy said. "Good, now of you'll excuse me. I have more pressing issues to deal with. Good day." Irelif said, as she turns to open the front door. "Sure you won't stay for some tea?" Ivy said, knowing full well what Irelif would say about having tea with the woman she despises the most. "I rather spend time with that redheaded bitch in Jorvaskar, than sip tea with the likes of you." Irelif said. "Good to know, I'll be sure to tell her that the next time I see her." Ivy said, with a smug smile. Irelif ignores what Ivy said, and storms out of the front door. To be continued. ************** I know it's been a very long time since I've updated this. Writer's block is a bitch. The next chapter is coming soon. If you have any ideas for the next chapter, let me know in the review. Thanks for reading.