@shrinesouled || call
He’d not seen her around before. She looked human, though still unlike any others he’d encountered. The feel of magic seemed to radiate off of her in waves - he could sense it from here, despite the distance between them. She was a mage, no doubt about it.
( The Argonian at his side seemed to sense it as well, judging by the way she perked up. )
The pair exchange a glance, debating on whether or not they really want to approach or not. Seems like the Argonian wants to, if only for her similar interest in magic; he, on the other hand, is less inclined to agree. Still, it seems at though her gaze talks some sense into him.
She leads and he follows, though reluctant. He’d never been a fan of mages - especially more powerful ones. (His own casting was sub-par on the best of days, incredibly weak. He’d never taken to magic, despite his Breton blood.)
Already he’s starting to size up the other woman; she’s young, fit. Looks like she can hold her own in a fight. For that, he admires her, but he still doesn’t speak. He just stares, watching her, those forest green eyes working to find any potential weaknesses.
( So far, he can’t find any. )
