Sep 15, 2019
@ofdragonsouls from x
“Dragon...born...” She repeated the word slowly, a frown marring Ilyvi’s features as her brows pinched. Whoever this Vega was, she apparently was very confident in her title, even though it meant absolutely nothing to the Dunmer.
“...Right then, Dragonborn Vega, perhaps you could tell me if you’ve seen a horse wandering around these parts.” She wasn’t too worried- Flecksy could take care of herself- but she did have both Ilyvi’s pack and her favored blades, and the last thing she need was someone with sticky fingers deciding a free-roaming horse was an invitation to rustle through her things.