Merill and Nalimir traveled to
Riften on foot, enjoying the rare sun that heralded them the whole way down.
They met with little trouble during the walk to Skyrim’s southernmost city,
though Merill was tempted by the plentiful game that moved silently through the
shadows of the birch trees, their coppery leaves coating the cobbled road.
Whatever silence had possessed them on the way to Whiterun was gone now, and
the two spoke with ease as they went southward, remarking on nearly everything
they saw and daring one another to shoot a distant bird or take out an
approaching bandit from behind. It felt almost easy, almost the way things used
to be. Almost.
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Saturday, November 8, 2014
IX - Stormcrown
Really sorry about the extreme delay - I had a lot going these past couple weeks! Should be back to normal now, thanks for your patience.
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