Winter's Cold in Winterhold
Vistel took in a deep breath of crisp Winterhold air before promptly heading back indoors with a furrowed brow. Cold whips of air followed her back into the Hall of Attainment, carrying with their tendrils flecks of snow.
"Too cold."
She crossed her arms and sighed, making an immediate path towards her quarters. She was stopped by a young Conjurer who asked her something about a bag of soul gems. Vistel looked at the Dunmer, looked back towards her room with a blank-but-longing stare and thought for a moment.
"No, I haven't seen one. I know it's typical to ask the Bosmer, but-" She shrugged and curtly weaved around the Conjurer and to her own quarters, sitting down on her bed. However, it seemed not even this action deterred the angry woman's persistence.
"Someone saw you with a bag that looked suspiciously like mine." The Conjurer insisted, placing an arm as a closed gate cross the doorway.
"And what would I, an Illusionist of all things, do with your bag of precious glittering death-rocks?"
The noise emitted by the Conjurer reminded Vistel of a cow.
"Want me to help you look?" Vistel asked while flipping through a book while laying on her back, making no indication she was going to get up.
The Dunmer woman sighed deeply and looked around Vistel's quarters, while Vistel crossed her legs and continued to read her Illusion Tome. When the Dunmer walked over to her bed she lifted up her head from the pillow so that the Conjurer could look underneath it, and when she was finished she placed her head back down on the pillow as the Conjurer stomped off.
"Well, that was pleasant." Vistel muttered. In truth she might have had something to do with it, but she also had a bone to pick with that particular Dunmer, so if she had done something it wouldn't have been entirely without reason.
She was also paying off a large debt to an enchanter, and if she'd stolen the bag and given the gems to him it would have let her be free from his service for a day or two so that she could continue her studies.
In truth she'd only made the deal because she was bored and wanted to bother someone in particular. She looked over to the purple orb resting in a box next to her bed and chuckled, strumming her fingers across the binding of her book with a smirk on her face. The delivery would be there any day now.