Cyros listens intently, an amicable smile on his face as he nods. “Heh, I think there’s a lot of larger forces at work going on besides the civil war, to be honest. I keep hearing the locals talk about prophecies in the Elder Scrolls and the old gods making themselves known to people in the world again. Wouldn’t surprise me if people are getting drawn or guided here. With what happened in Cyrodiil last age, I think we’re overdue for more worldchanging events~”
The Bosmer chuckles, a low peal of mirthful thunder. “It’s a good time to be alive, that’s for certain. History in the making.”
“Good gods, please, I could do without anything as horrendous as all that happening again within my lifetime, thank you very much.”
Elatos couldn’t help but laugh too as he said it; Cyros’ chuckle was nothing short of infectious. Still, even as he joked about it now, there was more than a grain or two of truth in the comment. The Oblivion Crisis and the disasters that followed it had been nothing short of nightmarish, and if he was honest, Elatos could happily live out the rest of his days without seeing anything of the sort ever again.
Then again, if it hadn’t been for all of that, he would have never met Val.
“… You believe in all that, though, do you?” he asked. “Fate, and what have you.”
Elatos’ family had certainly always believed in it, and although his travels had taught him a great deal, Elatos himself wasn’t quite ready to dismiss the idea of things occasionally being meant to be, either.
After all, it would have been very difficult to explain the presence of the Dremora sitting patiently and quietly next to him, driving the cart and keeping his eyes pointedly on the horses and the road, without the agency of some destiny or other.
Cyros eyes the man levelly, with a nod and thoughtful expression. “Yes. Far too many events of importance to call it coincidence, and too many tales of heroes and the call to duty to not believe there’s a thing like destiny at work.” The Bosmer shrugs his huge shoulders. “It makes a nice explanation for how I turned out, at the least!” Cyros looks up at the trees, with a sigh of contentment, flexing his feet and relaxing a bit. “Where in Tamriel have you two been? If ya don’t mind me asking.”
(Apologies if that’s a topic thats been brought up I am so rustyyyy)