Skyrim Parent Scenarios {CLOSED}

Your First Word

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Brynjolf
You and your father were hanging around the Cistern, helping your uncle Mercer with the ledgers, and collecting profits from the other members to add to the Vault.
While your father briefly went to talk to Delvin, he left you with Mercer.

You watched as he accidentally knocked a septim off of his desk, and it rolled to your makeshift playpen.
"Gold," You manage to get the word out of your mouth.

Mercer looked over at you and furrowed his brow.
"Did you just say something?" He asked surprised.

"Gold!" You say again with a toothless smile, saying it slightly louder than before.

A few minutes later, Brynjolf came back to the desk with a few extra coin purses.

"Y/n spoke," Mercer told him, not looking up from the ledger in front of him.

"She what?!" Brynjolf yelled. "And nobody came and got me?!" Brynjolf rushes over to your playpen and kneels down in front of you.
"What did you say, lass?" He asks you, a hopeful smile on his face.

"Gold!"

Cicero
"DIIIE!" Your father screamed as he stabbed a torture victim that had exhausted her usefulness.

"Kill?" You ask, as you see her lifeless body hang from the shackles on the wall.

"Did little Y/n speak?" Cicero asks wide-eyed. "Or is Cicero just hearing voices again?"

"Kill?" You ask again. You didn't know what the word meant, but you hear everyone in the sanctuary say it a lot. It must be something good, right?

"The child speaks!" Your father yelled excitedly. "Listener, Y/n spoke! And just guess what her first word was!"

Farkas
Unlike the rest of the parents of Skyrim, Farkas has actually been trying to get you to talk. And, seemingly to himself, he has so far been unsuccessful.

"Come on, Y/n, you can say it! Wolf," he says, coaxing you.

"Woof!" You reply happily.

"No, wolf."

"Woof!"

"Farkas, what are you doing?" Aela asks him after watching the two of you for a while.

"I'm trying to get her to talk," He states. "I think she's almost got it. Wolf!"

"Woof!"

Aela looks at Farkas with a frown.
"She is talking, ice brain," she says, gaining a confused look from your father. "'Woof' is a word. And not only that, but she's imitating the sound a wolf makes!"

Farkas looks back down at you. "Really?" He asks.

"Woof!"

"I'd take that as a yes, Farkas."

Serana
Your mother and the mysterious person everyone calls the "Dragonborn" were working on some project at the table with the glowing ball. They were talking to each other and paying little ol' you no mind as you lay on the floor in your thematically gothic playpen.

"So, what kind of enchantment were you thinking, Tekline? Soul Trap, or-"

The conversation carries on with no mention of you. You MUST do something about it.
You spy with your little vampiric eyes a big, shiny rock on the table your mother and this other person are huddled around.
You pull yourself to your knees and start making your way over to the pair to interject yourself or make some mischief. We'll see how your plan goes.

You plop your butt down on the floor and use the best of your motor skills to gesture to the shiny rock. "Pretty!" You squeal.

Serana and the stranger's heads both swivel to look at you, mouths agape in awe.

"Serana, you didn't tell me she could talk yet!" Tekline says excitedly.
"Thats because she couldn't," Serana replies, a big grin falling across her lips, " Thats her first word!"

Vilkas
You were not having a good day.

First, you rolled off the bed and got the wind knocked out of you, then your father tried to get you to eat that yucky green stuff, and now Meeko has taken your favorite toy for his own.

So now you're having a tantrum.

"Y/n, please settle down," Vilkas says, trying his best to get you to stop screaming. "Are you hungry? Do you want a bottle?"

"What's going on in here?" Your uncle, Farkas, asks as he enters the room.

"Y/n won't stop fussing," Your father complains. "I don't know what to do!"

"Let me try," Farkas says, approaching your crib.
"Bad, Y/n, bad!" He says, wagging a finger at you as if you were a dog.

"Farkas, you ice brain! She's not a-"

"Bad," you say, cutting your father off.

Both Companions turned and looked down at you.
"Y/n?" Vilkas says, surprised.

You said nothing. You just stared back at them, perplexed as to why they were surprised.

Sorry if these suck. Zu'u lost arokon ahst bodein fautiid.