#iceila

[whose-fools]

Head Canon: The Fate of Shrine

Before Iceila was frozen, The Shrine of the Frozen Maiden was actually part of her family's estate. It was dedicated to the elemental force that would become known to the modern Nirn as Leananshide.

Later  before the snow elves had fallen to the Dwemer, many came there seeking the blessings of the shrine. They say the shrine as one to a nameless goddess of victory. It became bad enough that the Chantry had to force them away and seal it off.

[whose-fools]

A walk about Riften[Open RP]

Iceila sighed as she walked the streets of Riften. There was much to do there but not much that she felt compelled to do. For she had many things on her mind. Recent events had not gone well for her. Forces played against her and left her hurting. She leaned up against the railing overlooking the canal. A single push could send her into the drink. It would be funny.

She began to hum a song to herself about alchemy.

[whose-fools]

Only Tears she shed.

Iceila did not know what to do. Kade had jumped at her once the cloak had fallen away, before she could explain. Iceila did not want to break his heart but she could not easily keep up this facade that he wanted so bad. 

She could not say a word, her voice was strangled in her throat. Conflicted on if being the mirror of Sophie meant she needed to be her completely or was the truth better? Iceila could not tell, but she held him in her arms. It pained her to see her friend like this.

"Kade... It is..." And suddenly she could not speak. Something was wrong. It seems the Grey magic prevented her from speaking the truth directly. All she could do is cry. 

She had one word that could save her. "Oh Boyo"  She spoke. But all that was heard was "OH" the sigh. The second word never came out. 

Terror struck her at the core. Iceila had no way to verbally show that She was not Sophie. 

Only Tears she shed.

[whose-fools]

Somber and sober

Iceila liked to drink, a lot. She was able unlike other's her size to hold her liquor very well. At times it seemed that she was impossible to get drunk. Maybe it was her body's unique build and situation that allowed her to be so or something else. 

Point being she sat at the bar in the Winking Skeever after a long day of deliveries, tipping back a bottle of mead. She was watching to room with sullen eyes. Things she had seen that day were not going to fade fast if she did not try to get drunk.

"Shame really." Iceila grumbled rubbing at her shoulder.

[coldwindscutclean]

[whose-fools]

Two kinds of Royality

ismene--mede started following you

Iceila balefully looked up from her paper work where she sat in the her temporary office. She pulled her clarifying lenses off and set them aside with her quill. Half of her wanted to hurt the lady before for not knocking, the other side was more reasonable and won. The snow elf sighed and stood up.

"Greetings, Lady Mede. How can I help you today?" Iceila said calmly as she finally looked at the other directly.

[whose-fools]

I never do anything in half measures. There is reason that I was once called Leanansidhe and it was not for my unwillingness to commit.

Iceila de'Lone

[whose-fools]

Who on Nirn Knows who?

Iceila sighed as she watched the womer. Even for one so lost to the exact customs and practices of the time, she could tell that the womer had recently moved to Skyrim. But The bigger problem was that Iceila herself was there and was not sure she was the best person to be doing this. Yet this womer was the only one who had been in Alinor until recently and the only source for any possible information on certain high ranking official in the government there. "So, Am I to assume wait until we introduce each other before I am to tell you why I ask to speak to you? " Iceila finally spoke, soft and calm, finally quashing any reasons to leave at this moment.  "Pardon me if I am not exactly up on my courtly customs. It has been eras since last I used them." She stated.