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Skyrim: The road to Whiterun

I made my way to Whiterun when it became clear my Terminator wouldn’t be escorting me further. It’s probably for the best though as I discovered I can pick flowers and promptly did so at every opportunity, often straying from the path and encountering buzzing piles of homicidal greenery.

I went through two of them figuring anything that hard to beat must be guarding something good, but as far as I can tell they don’t. I’ll go around the next one; they’re just not worth it.

I encountered several animals in my travels and my experiences vary. I can catch butterflies but not without fulfilling some unconscious desire to pull off their wings. I don’t remember needing to do this but I found their wings in my inventory, so I definitely did.  Sorry butterflies.

Wolves just try to kill me which is unfortunate since it forces me to kill them back.

Most everything else (deer, rabbits, etc.) just run away no matter how quietly and slowly I approach. I also approach unarmed as I just want to be their friends, but no luck.

Until today.

Today I met a cow. The cow I could approach without scaring but that’s about it. When I discovered I could neither pet nor talk to the cow we just kind of stood and stared at each other for a while before the cow got bored and wandered away to graze.

It was then I had the idea to feed the cow and proceeded to chase it around the pasture and throw a carrot to it for about an hour before thinking that maybe cows don’t like carrots but I wouldn’t know because I’ve never been friends with a cow before. Maybe he was insulted for something? Sadly I was forced to abandon my quest for cow friendship, at least until I could do some research.

Later on I found a horse though and even if I dropped the carrot and backed away it wouldn’t eat it and that’s not like any horse I’ve ever met — and I’ve met a lot of horses.

I also can’t figure out how to give things to people. Sometimes when you talk to a guard he says, “I’d be a lot happier and a lot warmer with some mead in my belly,” and I think, Hey! *I* have mead! but it won’t let me hand it to him. All I can do is drop it on the ground like a boss.

“Here’s your mead, I THREW IT ON THE GROUND!” but that just seems rude…


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