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Fresh Off the Boat [Ceridwen|Aendir]

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It was a bit of an unorthodox greeting; Ceridwen was used to being brushed off or to the side, not complimented. Aides were not held in high regard compared to a Justiciar. He must have been very eager to get off the boat and docks.

"I understand it may seem tedious, but the orientation is designed to familiarize you with our facilities and protocol." Ceri’s words were rote, not memorized by mandate but more out of convenience. "And, of course, if you have any special requests or needs, we can address those during."

She gestured for him to follow. It wasn’t dangerous to walk through Solitude, so they had no guards. Ceridwen, herself, was quite competent, and if they were traveling north to the hold along the coast after the Justiciar had some rest, it was better to move lightly and swiftly.

[justiciardeathknell]

Aendir nodded and followed closely next to his companion. The air of Skyrim would take the most getting used to. Aendir hadn't done much traveling, he'd spent most of his time in the south. The furthest north he'd been was Cyrodiil, and he was quite fond of the weather there. 

Both his hands rolling together to keep warm he tried his best to keep his composure. His attitude was sure to change once they were actually doing the orientation. For now he would emphasize his pleasantries. 

"No worries." He spoke with his teeth clenched tightly. The more he thought about his relocation the more distracted he was. Usually his being short wasn't so unintentional. As he continued to follow he kept his chin aimed high as he took in the city of Solitude. It wasn't as barbaric of a city as he expected it to be.

[justiciardeathknell]

faenthil started following you

[faenthil]

Faenthil raised her eyebrows, momentarily caught by surprise. This was a forthright one indeed. Bound to either make her job very easy, or very difficult. She folded her arms over her chest, not yet concerned with projecting a deadly impression, glancing the Altmer up and down. 

"I dunno. How big’s yer purse, goldie? Judgin by the poncey way ya talk, it’s big enough ta concern myself with."

[justiciardeathknell]

There was a twitch to Aendir's nostril. It wasn't the first time he was in a situation like this, but the first the situation was actually what it is. He was quick to judge character, very quick.

"I'm afraid not," He for the time being wouldn't give in, you should know I have great authority. I won't be afraid to take action if I must."

[sarsa-woodelf]

Sarsa nodded at the altmer, and looked at him out of the corner of her eyes.

He was truly one of those mer that had an impressive sense of self worth. Some would find people like these obnoxious, but Sarsa had plenty of practice dealing with such people. She also knew there was much more to a person then one's first impression. So she brushed off his comments with a shrug.

She knew he would probably want to head off immediately, but she couldn't help but approach his horse that was accompanying him.

"Your horse is very nice." She commented, the corner or her mouth turned upwards.

She let the horse sniff her open palm a couple of times before stroking it's neck.

"My name is Sarsa by the way." She introduced herself, looking over her shoulder at her newfound acquaintance.

[justiciardeathknell]

Aendir would take any compliment handed to him, even if it was in the direction of his horse. "Yes, his name is Muninn." Aendir stepped closer to the horse on the same side as his now names company Sarsa. "He was a very expensive stallion my father brought from Cyrodiil before he was even born." He couldn't help but to boast. Aside from being a very expensive trophy, Aendir did actually care about his horse. 

"I on the other hand," Divines forbid the conversation diverted in a direction away from himself. "I am Aendir of the Dominian." He spoke with a cleared throat as of course his position entitled him. 

"I will be sure you are handsomely rewarded for your assistance tonight." 

[justiciardeathknell]

(( Hello abundance of new followers! I'm dropping in to say I finally caught up on important things and now I mostly freed up. 

Is there anyone of you that would like a starter to to do any plotting with this stupid son of a dingle? ))

[justiciardeathknell]

Most respectable indeed

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"Is that my diary?"

Aendir continued to flip through the pages of the journal as he rolled his eye into the Bosmer’s direction. His finger pulled up another pages and let it fold. If he held his ground long enough, perhaps she would feel uneasy and leave. That didn’t seem to be the case though. “No, I don’t believe this is.” 

He closes his journal to conceal his privacy, and put the book back on the table. To be fair, the author of the journal was unknown to him. So what he said wasn’t completely a lie.

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A Most Inundating Welcome (Opening +all of you)

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The collision of shoulders was abrupt and, subsequently, unwelcome. The Altmer’s churlish words which followed did not aid in mending the contact.

Hooded eyes, aglow midst the dark gloom cast by his cowl, regarded the other with an indifferent stare.

 “Oh, yes.” Despite the stiff, stagnant state of his tone, the words nevertheless implied a thick sarcasm which exuded from his tongue, “Pardon me for you running into me. Many apologies.”

[justiciardeathknell]

Aendir slowed his pace until he was at a halt. It was not uncommon for strangers to raise their defenses against the rude Altmer, and usually that rude Altmer would continue down his path. He was feeling particularly confrontational this evening though. A blissful arrogance radiated from his expression.

"I think that was frost gnawing at my ear ear-tips, I didn't quite catch that cold sarcasm of yours," Aendir sneered, "So I do believe thats a apology accepted." 

[justiciardeathknell]

Dreadful Spiders…

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"Don’t drink that!"

Aendir's neck snapped forward as he spat, rather ungracefully it might be added, all over the table. His cheeks flushed a bright red with embarrassment. The mer had caught him off guard quite well. There was a unsettled lump in his throat. With his hand grasped tightly around his neck he tugged lightly at the skin to relieve the tightening. He was almost certain it was his heart lodged in there. Just great.What was left of the tea in the small cup, he had delicately wrapped his fingers around, Aendir set on the table with a trembling hand. He tried to speak but really was just quite dumb founded. Just... Great.

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(( Sassy pants is fun to draw when He feels exactly the way I do around family ))

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"That’s the dumbest story I’ve ever heard."

An unpleasant cool chill ran down his spine. At first he thought it to be a draft from the crummy wind, but this chill was all to familiar. It was the chill of an unwelcome intrusion. One on his personal conversation. “I beg your pardon?” He looked over his shoulders, eyes stinging daggers. Aendir opened his mouth to speak once more, but it didn’t feel appropriate enough to get his point across . His head lean the rest of his body to turn and face the small bosmer. 

"I don’t believe I was addressing you." Aendir curled his nose. "Your opinions are not welcome here." He folded his arms like a angered child. It was painfully obvious that even though the bosmer did butt in on his conversation, Aendir was rather offended to have his story insulted. 

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Guess what the character wants for Christmas!

—or send it through the submit and my character will react to finding it wrapped for them under the tree on Christmas morning!

[justiciardeathknell]

"I guess you did know what you were doing."

"Well of course I did." Aendir snuffed after finishing his handy patch work. It was a long, very strange, and indescribable day. It was difficult to say himself how he found himself in the predicament, but what he did know is his company was rather persuasive. He'd realized that halfway through bandaging her up. 

He firmly tugged the know around the back of her head. "That should hold you together for a while." He admired his work with a smile before recounting the situation. The smile fell quickly after that. "And that will be the last of that."

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Fresh Off the Boat [Ceridwen|Aendir]

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Ceri’s smile was genuine, as she always preferred speaking to others of her own kind. Constantly being surrounded by the rabble was daunting and disheartening, even if it was for the good of the Dominion. Even if she resented this task, she knew it was no fault of the Justiciar in front of her. No need to be sour with him.

"I believe so, Justiciar Daniscus,” She was polite, her voice was crisp and she enunciated clearly, careful of how she presented herself. She was aware she was his first impression of the Embassy. “I am Thalmor Aide Ceridwen Rennidae, and it’s my duty to escort you to the Embassy and provide for your orientation.”

This was always the difficult part. Many Justiciars did not have patience for protocol. These same Justiciars were also the ones she had to hound down for missing or improperly filed paperwork.

[justiciardeathknell]

She seemed competent enough, Aendir liked that. Not that he'd met anyone within the Dominion he deemed completely unworthy of his grace. They were Altmer after all, they deserved recognition. He wouldn't have stood with them if he hadn't shared the same beliefs. Which of course he wouldn't.

He stands attentive, shoulders straight, and hand on chest before taking a short bow. "Thalmor Rennidae I'd say the pleasure was mine, but I must admit the weather her is quite dreary." He had heard the night skies of Skyrim were a marvel to behold. He stands more at ease, "the pleasure comes from your presence."

The orientations he understood were protocol, but did they really need to treat him like a child? He'd keep that disgust to himself, a rare choice in manners which others often appreciated. "I will admit the sound of an orientation sound delightful compared to this crowd."

[justiciardeathknell]

(( Will get to the rest of these awesome asks later. Time to chill for the rest of the night ))

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"Is that my diary?"

Aendir’s pulled his nose up from the leather-bound book, and he glanced at her. “Hmm? Oh,” a devious smile graced the left half of his face, “why I do believe it is.” 

The book closed with a clap before he held the book out to her. “It was sitting out. It seems I mistook it for my journal.” 

To him there was no issue, a little personal invasion was just his way of getting to know someone better. The Eight’s help you though if you went through his things though. “An interesting read indeed.” Though arrogant, he did mean it as a compliment. 

[justiciardeathknell]

(( Is it your lineage or your talent that make you well-bred? ))

Well I suppose it’d be quite a bit of both, I am the family jewel after all. It was the talent my family wanted to see shine through. It wouldn’t be difficult to just have a child, and flaunt it about. No it’d be far more valuable to cut the diamond from the rough. 

I’ll have to admit my family took quite the gamble pushing me in the direction they did. If I gave credit to all my hard work then I suppose anyone could become a justiciar at my age. No it was tremendous natural talent and hard work.