The Patron's Petals (Unfinished)

Thump. Alijham squeaked as he hit the floor, growling at his bed, whom so rudely knocked him off of it. He sighed and stretched, inhaling the pleasant aroma of his kettle of reagents bubbling over from downstairs--what a smell to wake to. The newly hungered bosmer pulled a crumpled shirt from his bedside and began to hum as he dressed, still shaking his leg into his pants as he hit the bottom stair.

Alijham's stomach sank at the sight of the first floor of his Windhelm manor. Wyndhenir's lips curled into a guilty, nervous smile as he backed his little body into the corner of the kitchen nook.