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     Her Godfather, Viggo had once told Ravenna how incredibly fortunate she was to be able to tread across the water's surface. The ability is rare in Skyrim's strain of vampirism, according to him, but she has seldom felt it useful until right now. Slowly and quietly, Ravenna walks under the bridge, standing still and hiding as she Vigilants storm towards her and begin to search. For several long minutes she hears nothing but their footsteps; on the bridge above her, in the grass on the riverbank, and all around. Eventually they stop looking, and convene on the bridge, directly above her head. She hears them muttering to each other about what they will do to find her, and, cautiously, Ravenna pokes her head out to peak up at them. She is horrified to see one of their faces staring directly back at her as they rest over the ledge, and she narrowly manages to jump out of the way before fire leaps from their palms at her. Four paladins leap over the edge of the bridge, putting Ravenna in a difficult situation as she is only able to walk on the surface of the water, not run. She considers charging the water with electricity but fearing the risk of killing them, refrains. As they move towards her, she reluctantly turns to her magic to escape, using her Frostbite spell to chill the water and the paladins in it. Frost forms on their armor and clothes, and they wrap their arms around themselves instinctively. Even though they reach for her ankles as she walks away as quickly as she can their cold fingers fumble and they will have no choice but to cease their pursuit from here or risk hypothermia. The remaining two run to the other side of the bridge to wait for her. Ravenna cannot out-walk them on the water before morning, she has to move, so she walks to the logging mill island in the middle of the lake where, back on land, she can run from them again.

     As soon as her feet touch the grass Ravenna is moving again, sprinting past Riverwood up the road and breaking off into the forest as soon as she crosses over into Falkreath. The paladins are further behind her now, but still following, and Ravenna knows she can't keep up the chase for much longer. Somewhere in the middle of the hold forest, Ravenna runs out of strength and collapses, hiding in the hollow of a dead tree while she recovers. She can hear the noises in the forest that indicate her pursuers have not given up. Realizing they've lost track of her, she can hear that they've slowed down and begun to search for her more carefully. She hears something else. The sound of leathery wings flapping, drawing near, until a giant black bat flies overhead of her hiding spot. Then the wing flapping stops and the smell of iron is in the air, followed by the heavy sound of feet hitting the ground. Someone has planted themselves right between Ravenna and her pursuers, and she is so confident she knows who that she draws out of her hiding place to see him. Standing there at his full height of nine feet tall and guarding her hiding spot is Viggo - her Godfather, who barely spares the two paladins standing a few hundred yards away a brief look of irritation as he waves one hand, a dim grey glow briefly surrounding his fingers the only indication of the spell he casts. At his command the forest floods with a thick fog, obscuring the paladins' view of them to just vague silhouettes and red eyes piercing through the mist like fluorescing rubies. With a flicker of green magic Viggo commands the trees to spread their branches and obscure the stars, depriving the Vigilants of their last means of navigation before leaving them to wander the woods. Finally as they depart, he addresses his kjördóttir.

"Are you wounded, dóttir?" He asks.

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     "Em fint, Vordir, just exhausted. You arrived in the nick of time," she expresses her relief. Viggo is an intimidating man; massive, built like an ox, and deathly pale. Even without the violent ruby gleam of his hard glare, the false abyssal black that represents his natural eye color has a chilling way about it that always unnerves people. His strong jawline - despite more often than not being hidden under a dark beard - and high cheekbones make him look like someone sculpted out of marble, even with the lines around his eyes and mouth that show his age, and it all exudes an absence of humanity that, for most people, speaks to the most anxious and fearful parts of their human selves. But Ravenna is not most people, and where other people would be intimidated by his presence Ravenna is instead comforted.

"Do you know how they know?" He asks next as they hurry out of the woods and onto the road towards her estate.

"Not off the top of my head," she replies, "I spoke with them briefly and they said they were looking for a vampire travelling southeast into Whiterun hold, then one of them used a detect dead spell on me. Perhaps they were looking for a different vampire and I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Without more information such details do not matter," says her sire, "All that matters is that they will hunt you, and you must be prepared to evade them. You can never be caught off guard."

"I know," she sighs heavily. Ravenna is really in it now, and she has no idea how she's going to get out of it without killing the Vigilants, but she'll have to. She will not harm innocents, and the Vigil of Stendarr's cause is ultimately just; where vampires are concerned, Ravenna is often the exception and not the rule. As they approach the cliff face in southern Falkreath where the portal to the estate is concealed, Viggo speaks up once again.

"At least you've been alone until now," he looks down to his kjördóttir, "Haven't you?"

"Oh no," is all Ravenna can say as the realization that she has not been seen alone by the Vigil claims every corner of her consciousness, "Oh no no no."

"Oh, my dear dóttir," Viggo begins long-sufferingly as he opens the way into the estate with a gesture, "Your charisma never fails to be your greatest ally, and most betraying one."

"It was only for a couple hours," she says, panicked, "I helped him out on my way here and then we chatted, that was all!"

"But if Stendarr's paladins saw you together, they may suspect him of vampirism or daedra worship as well," her sire points out.

"I know," Ravenna growls, distressed, "I need to hurry to get cleaned and redressed. He said he was going to Dead Man's Drink in the hold capital, I may be able to get him out of my mess."

"The sun will have risen by then," Viggo hisses scoldingly, "If you get into a fight with them, you will lose. You know I will always save you, dóttir, but . . ."

"I'm not going to like how, I know," she acknowledges, "Hopefully it won't come to that. I have an idea."

Ravenna hurries through a bath and changes out of her ashlander clothing, packs her bags and runs out into the agonizing sunlight, leaving the concealed Rosewood Estate behind again to rush to the aid of her swordsman.

A short hike down the road to the hold capital later, Ravenna is bursting dramatically through the door to the inn, where, sure enough, Kaidan stands crowded by three paladins of Stendarr. They must have only just managed to pin him down.

"Kaidan!" She cries in exaggerated distress as she rushes toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist and trying not to hit her head on the plates of his stomach armor - poor Kaidan looks so confused. She pulls her arms back around to his front and leans against him like some kind of lover. "Is it really you this time? Those things tricked me! I have no idea when they even separated us!"