#emelir

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Em-elir started following you

Ana had zoned out looking at trees when she realized that a nice looking Bosmer lady was coming towards her. "Hi! How're you?" She asked with a sweet smile.

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Clink! "Who's there? Who did that?" The guard whirled around, bewildered. Emelir giggled into her forearm as she watched him from her perch atop the Riften gate. This was her favorite game.

The day was clear and pleasant, so she decided to get out of the stuffy inn and go for a walk. Seeing the guard at the gate, she just couldn't resist. She'd clambered up when he wasn't looking and made a small camp. The remnants of her lunch were strewn about on the stone, beside her an open pouch of nuts. She grinned mischievously before grabbing a few more.

Clinkclinkclink! "Alright, what is that?" She bit her lip to keep from laughing aloud as the guard searched for her in vain. If anyone came along, though, she'd be easily spotted from the road.

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if i posted everything i wrote then that's too many but

prompt: thunderstorm

She wasn't even halfway to her destination before the clouds above her gathered, growing ripe with water. She smiled, black eyes glinting. The familiar drop in pressure brought a whole host of smells to her; sharp and tangy grass, musty earth, damp wood. She flared her nostrils, freckles dancing across her cheeks. They were unseen by anyone but birds as she moved silently through the wood. There was a light snap of a twig as she pulled herself up onto a branch, her muscles moving as if an ocean. A light grunt was pushed from her as she flew to another, her toes finding footholds as if she was born for this, as she was. She wore her armour like a second skin, cutting silently through the air.

At the end of only a few moments, she heard a booming baritone cut through the clouds above her, and a bright flash gave life to shadows that danced erratically. She couldn't help but grin in the thrill of the sudden noise as droplets began to cascade off the canopy above. Her black hair slicked against her scalp, and rivulets of water dropped from her chin and her nose and she continued to move. The dampened wood was slippery, but that was the fun of it; to anchor yourself before you slipped.

Through the thinning branches, she saw empty windows reflecting moonlight. She smiled to herself as she approached. She huffed a little as she landed, arcing through the air onto the grass at the edge of the forest. She lowered herself into a crouch, approaching the settlement. She'd visited a few times before, as she was wont to do before a contract. She didn't like surprises. 

She approached the back door of the house, one of the smaller buildings on the outskirts of the small town. She pulled her lockpicking kit from a small pocket on her armour and went to work, breaking in in record time. She licked her lips, ready for the kill. It was the woman she was after; she upset the wrong person, and now she was marked for death.

Creeping in, she drew a poisoned dagger. She moved swiftly in the half-light, eager to get the job done. Approaching the bed, her heart sped in anticipation. She moved ever closer, and a floorboard creaked. She bit back a curse and froze, listening for movement. In only a heartbeat's time she was confident and on the move again. She crouched beside the bed, contemplating the peacefully sleeping woman. She was quite beautiful, although not in the conventional sense. A strong jaw, full lips, high forehead. She slowly slid her hand onto the woman's mouth, pinching her nose. Grinning, she pressed the dagger to the sensitive skin on the neck and sliced forcefully. A metallic tang filled the air. The husband didn't stir.

She stood, walking out of the shack and closing the door behind her with a swaying hip. Striding through the grass, she casually licked blood off her finger, relishing the taste. She hopped up, pulling herself into the trees again. She vanished; another job well done.

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naggal replied to your post: Ey now, oo’ are ye? Ye wan’ a fortun’?

…L..lovely thing? *Laughs* Alrigh’, bu’ i’s ten gol’. Ya go’ tha’?

Lovely thing indeed. Oh, I've got that tenfold. Here you are. -she pulls the coins from a pouch, handing them to her- I take it you're a traveling fortune teller? How interesting.

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(Open RP)

Dwynn sighed for what seemed to be the hundredth time. "Please, just go out then, if you're so bored," she said, trying to sweep. The other mer insisted on walking on the ceiling beams, dropping down every so often to announce how painfully boring this place was, complaining that her cousin refused to give her more mead. Emelir looked up and grinned before heading for the door.

"I'll be back later, cousin of mine," she said over her shoulder before striding out into the day. She put her hands on her hips and got an idea. Nimbly, she climbed up the porch, onto the roof of the inn. Looking quite pleased with herself, she sat cross-legged and watched the animals come and go.

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Introductions

Seeing the building rise in front of her, Emelir whooped enthusiastically. Finally, she'd arrived. This was the place, no doubt. No other idiot would run a traveler's inn in the middle of the Rift. Last she heard, this half-Altmer was her cousin, born from her mother's brother. It was nice looking, probably easy to lift some gold from though. Apparently she ran the place by herself; not even a bard. As she approached, she softned her footsteps out of habit. She'd only been in Skyrim for a few months, most of that time spent in Falkreath hold. It was supposed to be snowy, but she hadn't run into any of that. It was decidedly colder than Cyrodiil, and even moreso than Valenwood.

Approaching the building, she flung open the door, stealth not a priority. "Cousin!" she cried out, stepping into the inn. She opened her arms, grinning and walking toward the counter. Dwynn had an extremely perplexed expression.

"Can I help you?" she asked, frowning. Emelir laughed, and slid into a barstool.

"I'm Emelir, your cousin," she said simply. She picked up the apples and such sitting on the counter, examining each item curiously. "What's good to eat here?" she asked, "Any mead?" The other mer simply wouldn't move past the first issue, though.

"My... cousin? All my family is somewhere in Alinor," she objected, "If it's true, then how did you even find me?" This was a bit concerning, that this stranger was able to track her down. Emelir winked at her, a glint of mischief in her black eyes.

"I have my contacts," was all she offered as explanation. She drummed her fingers on the countertop. "What about that mead, cuz?" Dwynn sighed and got a tankard out from under the bar.

"Any preference?" she asked, already half-turning to go retrieve whatever she asked for from the back room. It was early, and she hadn't readied her stock for the day.

"The best you've got, lovely," she said, smiling and tossing a handful of coins on the bar. The other obliged, turning to grab a Black-Briar Reserve from its case. She emptied it into the metal tankard before sliding it across to the Bosmer.

"Here you are, best mead there is," she said, her tone light. Emelir grabbed it, taking a swig in the same motion.

"Not bad at all," she said before grinning again, "So what's your name, cousin of mine?" Dwynn all but sighed, trying not to roll her eyes. Her customers seemed increasingly obnoxious lately, and apparently she was stuck with this one.

"It's Dwynn," she said, "Yours is..?"

"Emelir. Nice to meet you, Dwynnie dear. I'll be staying here from now on," she announced, getting up. She waltzed about the room on silent feet, looking at shelves and tabletops, probably sizing up the place. It was no secret that she was a thief.

"I'd rather you didn't call me that," she said, "Who gave you the right to do this?" It was inconvenient. Every room was important, a source of income. This stranger was certainly family, though, and she couldn't just charge her. Dwynn scrambled to think of a solution.

"I did," she chirped. Emelir seemed unperturbed that she was in a strange inn in a strange province, moving in with a lady she'd never met. Dwynn just sighed. There was no easy way out. She couldn't just throw her out, and she was perpetually curious about her family anyway. Emelir would be staying at the inn, then. Things would certainly be less quiet around here, that's for sure.

And so, Emelir is my new character! She'll be speaking in italics. I'll have a bio up and refs in the refs page soon! INTERACT GOGO