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[ Bold which is most applicable to your muse between the two options! ]
Cold OR Hot
Envy OR Lust
Blunt OR Tactful
Dreamer OR Realist
Impulsive OR Planner
Stubborn OR Flexible
Sociable OR Isolated
Lazy OR Hard-working
Half empty OR Half full
High energy OR Low energy
Dependent OR Independent
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“Oh? Oh! Yes, I suppose… that isn’t surprising. Not many people… here… this far north… do…”
He seems to trail off a bit as he speaks, expression somewhere between dazed and contemplative.
“The view’s nice… either way, though… isn’t it?”
“There’s no denying that. It’s beautiful. Skyrim can be breathtaking when she wants to be. You probably shouldn’t be out here all alone when the sun sets, though.”
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He gestures vaguely about. “Sorry, I’m probably not being very clear. The light, the… the scene? Yes, the scene. Scenery. The scenery. Look, see it? Sunlight, shadows. Perfect for middle-of-nowhere spellcasting, yes? Yes. Precisely… I– look, though, can you see it?”
“I don’t think I’m seeing it as you’re seeing it. I do not have much interest in magic.”
She’s a nord. She doesn’t particularly like nor trust magic, yet she stays and looks out over through the trees. Nature was something she could appreciate.
“Because you’ll ruin it, of course,” he said, speaking as though he expected her to know what he was talking about. Gesturing about, at what might seem to be nothing in particular, he let out a sigh.
“Look– the way the sun shows through the trees, can’t you see, the angle is perfect. With you here, casting shadows every which way, you’ll… look here, you’ll ruin it!”
She gives him a confused, yet quizzical look and takes a few steps back, as if that would fix the situation. By no means is she ready to walk away yet, though.
“I don’t know what I’m ruining to even look at it.”
[ Strange, Old Man. ]
“You really should not be here,” Erlend said, approaching the stranger– a woman, he registers somewhere in the back of his mind. Ominous words, especially because there seems to be nothing significant about the area.
He doesn’t look threatening but he does look a little concerned. “Tell me you’re just passing through?”
“I go where I want. Why shouldn’t I be here?”
She tilts her nose up at him, casting an unworried glance around the area. She doesn’t sense any immediate threat. She doesn’t hear anything or smell anything alarming. Which leads her to believe that maybe he is doing something or involved in something he shouldn’t be.
“Should you be here?”
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“So can I, I don’t mind taking the next watch, that’s why I’m here.  I’m not entirely useless, I promise.”Â
She laughs, quietly, and slides her hand into his hair to ruffle it up before dragging it over his face.
“Sleep! I got this. The more time you spend arguing with me the less sleep either of us get.”
“Thank you, Nord.” He smiled and closed his eyes, “Alright, otherwise wake me up when it’s my turn to take a watch.”Â
“I will wake you up when it is time to go. I function fine on little sleep.”
He laid down as well, facing her. Â The fear from the dream was fading as so was his resolve to stay awake.Â
“You’re right.  And I’m sure they’re both fine…”Â
“Sleep, Imperial, morning comes too soon. If I hear anything I will wake you.”
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Temple of Talos.
Relisandra cleaves to the Nord’s side as they head into the fort, keeping her head bowed against the wind. Between the rain and the coming darkness it’s shaping up to be a dismal evening. Not that she herself’s done much to make things more pleasant: she’s spent the last hour of travel in silence, locked in her own grim thoughts.Â
She’s glad when they finally step into the darkness of the fort, taking care to follow the mercenary’s lead in where she places her feet. The place is old, long fallen into wreck and ruin, but it has four walls and a roof. In Relisandra’s view that makes it as fine as any Jarl’s palace. Add in a bed and a warm fire and the Imperials can keep their Aetherius.Â
She pauses in the first room, where the way seems clear, and snaps the cloak off her head before offering it back to the other woman. “Solicitous, aren’t you? I was right about you: no common order of sellsword. My thanks.“
“I am by no means a common anything. I was paid to take care of you and I am not going to have you falling ill to the cold.”
There’s a smug tug of a grin on her lips as she drops the wet cloak and her backpack on the ground and sits Relisandra down in a chair with a gentle push to her shoulder.Â
“I’ll be right back. I’m just going to check for stragglers.”
It doesn’t take her long to double check that the annex is empty, and not much longer after that to poke back outside. If there are any other foresworn to worry about, they won’t be coming out until long after the rain stops. The sky thunders and she frowns at it before heading back inside.
She doesn’t like storms.
“You have a choice between a pile of hay and the first actual bed we have seen since we’ve started waking.”Â
He stands after a moment, finding a suitable piece of firewood and settling it carefully to avoid getting himself burned.Â
“There,” he grunts as he sits back down, leaning his back against the trunk of a nearby tree. “Now rest. If I see or hear anything, I’ll wake you.”
“Fine. Fine. I am fitful in my sleep. Do not wake me unless you see or hear something.”
     She sighs heavily through her nose and makes herself more comfortable before she closes her eyes. It doesn’t take long for her breathing to steady out and turn into a quiet snore.
“I can only hope, but anytime I leave them I’m always wracked with guilt and worry. I’d stay living in Morthal full time, but they have to eat and I have to provide it, so this job is necessary.”Â
She lays back down on her side, still looking him in the eye. The lantern flickers faintly and she sighs through her nose.
“You will be home to them soon.”
He took a deep breath and sighed, “I always have nightmares when I’m away from my kids.  You know how it is, since you can’t be there, you imagine horrible things happening to them, no matter how safe you made sure they were before you left.”Â
“I can’t say I know how it is. I don’t have children of my own. I am sure they are fine, though. You’ll be back to them soon.”
