Just trying to jog your memory with that awesome music excerpt ("Welcome to Station Square")...now to the story, after you can get over Vilkas's annoying face I also posted. 

I must have had a wet...extremely wet...dream. Someone came and poured water on me. I wake up mean-mugging the person and that person, Njada, tells me I slept too long, and for errands to begin and stuff to be taken care of, it should be done early. All that dissolves when I show the girl my belly. "Oh. Sorry, noob," it must've urged her to say. Out of anyone, I'd not most likely expect the meannest girl who cares the least of me to pour water on me and wake me up. I scrunch my forehead. Eyes closed, I say, "Thank you."

I finally remembered what I was dreaming about - the man's fine hands on me, the scones dancing the sparkling light around us, almost everything that happened at the the Silver-Blood Inn but in more...satisfyingly mature detail.

I stretched and next did the thing people do, I guess, when they first wake up: because I guess bears we kill, and any other human or not targets, care how we smell in the morning when we kill them, and the baths were as weird as the concept: there was a single curtain for a single person, and besides that everyone else was standing, washing themselves on the dirt floor. I undressed behind the veil-curtain, but emerged from it because I didn't want to be labeled a wuss for the duration of my stay here. The girls should notice and cringe at my muscles.

They glanced at me and looked away, except for Ria. I wondered if she was actually intimidated, but it looked like she was just up for talk before she looked away hurriedly, too, continuing her wash. If it was fear, I didn't want to ask any questions.

It's all I really wanted was to be left alone, I noticed while here, as much as being a part of a faction meant you were one with the group. Right. I was one. They were the others. No one ruled the other, it was stated by the know-it-alls. And I liked the Companions for this privacy, and only looked at this bathing imprivacy as a nuisance and nothing more denoting our togetherness.

The food smacking of these people was rediculous. It was actually more prominent in the daytime. By night when their errands were finished some made it an effort to eat while the majority of them just didn't from tiredness; I guessed, because I've never head this much smacking in my life.

"Goodness...would you quit with chewing with your mouth open?" I asked Aela across from me. She settled her chicken leg down. "Are you going to put something else in it?" she tried to sound smart. But Farkas, the hairy man and equally as stinking as Aela, despite the baths everyone took in the morning, thought something differently as he smirked, his hand in his cheese in mid-break-of-cheese.

"That sounded wrong. Rephrase that," Farkas said.

"I would if I could," I responded anyway to the woman, "unless you mean a knife."

"Oh," she sighed, eating again and the battle paint on her face moving with it. "Harsh little girl. I was just kidding with you."

I grinned sideways - (actually) grimmacing. I wasn't kidding with her. I wasn't having the best of days. And I wasn't - well, was - having a period. Forgot. 

And when she stopped smacking and started chewing again after her defending herself from reproach, the smacking from others continued: the noticeable end of our conversation. At least no one would talk to me like they had invincible balls, would they?

"You really wouldn't challenge her to put something in your throat, would you?" Farkas picked at his own chicken and turned to Aela.

She scoffed. "No. She's too violent. I already see it. Ever since she said what she said about Vilkas I could see it."

"What did she say?" Vilkas asked from the opposite head of the table from Kodlac. 

I turned to him, daring him to look me in the face with the same question. It didn't have to be up to her to defend me. He finally looked from her to m e.

"I can tell you," I told him, standing up from my seat and putting my spoon down in my mashed potatoes. "It was something she shouldn't have to speak to you about."

He grinned. But the smile he put on faltered in fear. "If it's about how you like my brother Farkas more than me, that's fine." He inhaled. "Everyone likes my brother better than me."

I clenched my resting hand that was on the table into a fist, and ignored a stray comment from the maidservant. "It was about my resolve to end your life."

"Oh, hey, Companions. It's a really nice day to eat and not to fight." The woman finally spoke louder enough to make some people start re-eating the food and ignoring Villas and I...maybe it was guilt.

"I can do both all night long. Especially since I can't tie Vilkas up and do him in from of you all right now - in a harsh manner."

The gasps that came from everyone and the immediate bang on the table from the oldest Companion, Kodlac, made my skin crawl. "This bickering like children. Stop it. As Companions we do not bicker, we fight. Stop ruining our day, Desraim and Vilkas. Take it somewhere else."

"Yeah. I can put it right up his -"

"Desraim. We are shield brothers-and-sisters. If you fight one you fight one you'll have to be willing to fight one of us."

I closed my mouth and crunched my fist so hard the knuckles cracked. I sat, slowly, staring at Vilkas. "Kodlac," I began, looking down at my food, "the shield brothers-and-sisters fight all the time. Two were when I came here. They didn't ever get reprimanded."

He hummed. "Yes. But they weren't going to kill each other. If you guys need to solve a dispute, you need to do it outside." It was different from the way two Companion members settled it on my first day here, but bit was some lee-way, and the maid's squinted eyes showed I must've tortured her to see us do this. And I didn't want her getting greyer.

"Fine. Villas. I can fight you when you're done eating."

He stood, banging his palm against the table one hard time. "We can go at it now. I'm not even hungry anymore."

Kodlac looked around nervously. "Hey, someone go out there with them to make sure they don't kill each other."

Aela followed me and him out. "What'cha gonna fight with?" I asked him, just an inch away from his unsteady breath.

"Why do you want to fight?!"

"I am wondering what gave you the audacity to talk of me in such a terrible manner when I first came here. That was a few weeks ago, but when I look back at your face all I can think of is your hatred, your words, and it makes me want to kill you."

Aela stepped closer to us both. "You know Villas has a mouth." I stared at her, yet she didn't move a muscle.

"And neither will you have one when I'm done kicking his butt. No, caving it in."

Her jaw tensed but she shimmied away from us to take her position against a porch post. 

He looked down at his sheath and pulled out the sword. I guess I was always unfair - took a warhammer some ways away from him, off the floor. Somebody was a messy person, just leaving it there. I knew I couldn't swing it too much but how would he know if I was bluffing?

But when he posed the weapon, his hand wavered. I dragged my warhammer as I got closer to him. "What? Don't wanna fight the newbie?" The tracks revealed wet dirt as the warhammer dug deep and closer towards him. "You did just a few days ago. When you called me a twerp." I stopped under his nose, too close to even swing...he let his sword hand move from me, and it held the sword but to his side. "It was 'welp'."

His breathing shifted his chest up and down as his fear sunk to anger (i.e., knitted, diving brows). and Aela jumped from her seat she'd acquired to edge near us. So it was gonna be a duel between two? 

He was ugly added on with his insolence - so I had to end him today, break him. I pushed my warhammer in front of me and rammed the handle into both of their chests, pushing them all the way to the Jorrvaskr wooden posts that were holding the building up. It was my act of surrender; and they, pinned up against the posts, looked at me, finally afraid.

"Welp, twerp, whatever. You stop messing with me - both you. I am not a shield-maiden, Aela, you indecent bore, and neither am I your shield-sister, Vilkas. You can suck this fake penis I have." I let them go, and Vilkas shivered so much that together with Aela's pulled-into-fear-face they made a good couple of fearful Companions to meet Kodlac with. A message to anyone that I wasn't being shoved around for being new to this place, and that no sort of nonsense was being taken by me. 

I sat on the chair near behind the post and took an apple from the table. I might've started to eat it but just put my head in my hands, first, still holding the fruit. 

I wasn't fond of mouth-insulting women and so I didn't say what I really wanted to say to Aela that started with a 'b'. I really loathed that word. 

But Aela knew she was trying to assert her supremacy over me, with all the "nice" compliments she gave me when here, saying she's here for me and wondering if anyone messed with me. She's saying in the least that I am weak, and she's the only Alpha female this organization has. 

Vilkas is a jerk and needs to know that doesn't work with everyone, especially since my pain hasn't deadened and I feel weird - ever since I couldn't walk around like a "warmaiden" and had to wear this stupid dress...trousers were too constricting, if you were wondering why I ddin't wear them instead. Ever since a friend broke my heart and that sight of her reopened the wound I'd ignored that had festered unknowingly during that period of isolation - I raged inside. And my parents abandoning me hasn't eased the load of anything I'm dealing with, either. I was a sack of moldy, depressed potatoes.

So when I felt someone grip the head of my chair, I jumped with visceral intentions, until I saw the face: Farkas. 

The nice guy.

He sat down, his bulky figure shifting over one of the crude chairs next to me of his chosing. I looked at him out of the cloud of my lashes, and the sun seemed to shine a bit brighter as he asked about my problems. 

He knew VIlkas, his biilogical brother, was a jerk, and Aela a competitor unwilling to loose, and he even knew who would've splashed that bucket of water on me in my sleep today. He said that beating down a Companion member was a way to make him or her stronger.

I said that was bull.

But most of all...he welcomed me into their collaborative family, and said he'd go with me to the Cairn, which would be my first mission. "I definetley wasn't going with Vilkas," I say, smiling at the ground.

"Yeah. He's not going anywhere until he feels his dignity has transpired again - so stay away from him for a while."

"Heh, the little twerp," I voiced, not minding that I was only reversing name-calling .

"...No one's ever stood up to him before."

I growled under my breath. "Siblings..." I sighed, unimpressed at myself and even him. Mine, my siblings in my family, never treated me like that before I could hit them upside their skulls. "Well, now I see why you're the better brother," I continued the string of my thoughts that formulated into words, and sighed in content at his steel armor which I'd upgraded from some weeks ago.

"What's that for?" He commented at (I knew) my sigh.

"Oh, nothing. I understand strength doesn't always have to be made ocular," I said, rubbing my bicep...which needed to get used to wielding the gigantic weapons again.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Why do you guys always think that?" I asked myself. I looked to him now and not at the floor which I continued to study after having scoured his armor. "I simply mean that your brother and you are on equal, or maybe unequal terms, but you never really show it." My eyes peered into his.

His jaw did something that told me he regretted my words: he clenched it, and his eyes furrowed into one thick line. "I don't do I? Well thanks for doing it for me."

"I'll see your strength at the cairn," I cut his abilities some slack on the constructive critisism. 

And his laugh resounded through the training yard: and made my wounds a bit less...achey. I was a wuss, y'all, but you don't really have to think it. Just be glad my man-period was over...because it wasn't a woman one, I can tell you that...oh, wait, it was. Darnit, just forget it - as if it mattered to the rest of my distressful week...