#naniriel

[medawin]

It might not be of amazing quality otherwise but this time I learned to do her facial features in a way that actually looks like her! So this is my muse at @littlehighborn !

[littlehighborn]

// Drew an icon picture for Naniriel, with the aid of Skitamine and Doku-sama watching my stream! I think she turned out pretty cute, and accurate in the way I imagine her. :) Not looking much like her faceclaim but I’m just not skilled that way. :p

[insidiosissimxs-blog]

{ naniriel } What a joyful day, heralded by a golden dawn. Up in the skies, too cold to feel wind's bite, he nearly forgot about his woes. At least for as long as the world was tiny and insignificant and far away from him. To see the world only as a Dovah can.... And ah, he felt so free, so free that he wanted to taste more of this sweet freedom. As if sensing the uprising spirit of adventure,  Odahviing went into an abrupt swoop, only pulling up last minute, water sputtering up under mighty claws. But the island of Thirk where he would meet his future bride was not far and Michael felt great disappointment as they gained height again. A little off the Golden Coast, it seemed like a place neutral enough for this very important day. 

What a sight he would be! In an armor of silver and of dragonscales, the shining emperor who arrived to meet his betrothed on the back of his mighty dragon- and the Dragonborn was known to be particularly fond of dragons, his voice powerful enough to submit them to his every whim. A demonstration of power to those Thalmor who thought of the empire as broken and defeated, rotting apart under an emperor far too young to rule. But he would prove them wrong in time. But until then, he would just smile and play the part.  "zu'u laan hi wah himdah. wahl viiz ahrk rein, fah mu los sahrot. genun fahliil suleyk do dovah!", he laughed. Time to impress.  With a mighty roar the dragon landed near the procession, earth trembling up under the force of the landing. The emperor's hand rose in greeting as his eyes scanned the attending crowd for the highborn lady he'd call his bride. 

[emxrgence]

(From Naniriel, she's baaack:) "Master Caryndil!", rang the familiar voice from the door again, quite unannounced as usual. The young Altmer was certain to have walked in as silently as possible. "I am back again! Did you hear, my parents decided not to call off my education anyway! They told me Skyrim has made me very mature, can you believe it?"

Sighing heavily, Caryndil looked up from his desk. Having been working almost tirelessly on stacks of paperwork, Naniriel had been the last visitor the old mer had expected. But, alas, here she was.

"Take a seat, then." Uttered the old mer curtly. Although she was, in truth, a good student, that did not prevent her from being annoying.

"No, I most certainly cannot believe it." The sarcasm was evident in Caryndil's voice, for he took the opportunity to savour this little pleasure. "I assume this means that you are to return to study under myself?"

[emxrgence]

Spitting Teeth [for Caryndil omg I had to. Let's say she drank a pretty bad alchemy experiment that prevents her from controlling her actions. Sorryyy xD)

The blow sent the frail mer down to one knee, a large red mark quickly forming as the rest of his skin went black; she had already seen him change, so there was no harm in letting her know just how angry he was.

A bolt of lightning shot from Caryndil's palm, more a defensive instinct than an enraged attack, yet it still had force behind it.

"How dare you," the half-breed snarled, casting a small healing spell whilst gripping another bolt in his free hand, just in case Naniriel retaliated.

[emxrgence]

[[ naniriel

I can't inbox you but

I think your muse and Caryndil should totally meet

just because Thalmor ]]